All Chapters of BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PROLOGUE Eva had always believed love was enough. Until she met a man who showed her what obsession felt like. Henry loved her in the way a man is taught to love—gentle hands, soft words, a warm bed shared with quiet affection. He made her feel safe, adored. He smiled when she entered a room, kissed her shoulders while she stirred coffee, and held her like she was something precious. And for a while, that was enough. Until Lucas came into the picture. Lucas wasn’t gentle. He didn’t whisper sweet words or touch her like she might break. He touched her like he would die if he didn’t. Rough. Demanding. Unforgiving. He didn’t worship her, he consumed her. There was power in his silence, in the sharp look in his eyes when he walked into a room. He didn’t need flowers. He didn’t need promises. Just one look from him, and Eva's knees would weaken. Her breath would catch. Her morals would crumble. It wasn’t love. Not in the way she understood it, It was obsession. It was da

EVA’S POV Henry had already left the bedroom, showered and dressed by the time I stirred. He was moving around quietly, careful not to wake me—like always. I’d pretended to be asleep longer than I was, just so I wouldn’t have to meet his eyes. The guilt had hardened into something else now. A numbness. A weight I carried but refused to feel too deeply. He’d smiled at me earlier, kissed my temple gently, whispered something about a meeting and left his suit jacket on the chair like he always did. But the moment he stepped out, I rolled out of bed and headed straight for the kitchen. Because I knew what he’d expect. Henry liked my cooking. He always said my meals made his day brighter, made the stress at work fade a little. And now, bringing him food had become part of the routine. Something I clung to—like it made me a better girlfriend, like it made up for everything I was hiding. I packed the meal carefully into a container, wiped down the counter, and tried n

HENRY’S POV I stared at my phone for the fifth time, my eyes scanning the screen to make sure I wasn't seeing things or making things up. The screen still showed the same message from this morning. I had barely moved from my sitting position. The text was simple and cruel and played over and over in my head. “You should know what your girlfriend does when you’re not looking.” No proof. No name. Just a blurry photo. But that single image had lodged itself in my chest like a splinter. I felt hollow and shattered at the same time,even though it didn't prove anything yet. It was five o’clock. As I rounded up with my work for the day, sending necessary mails and packing my office files that I will go home with, my heart was hammering, mind racing. When I called her earlier, my voice had been flat, almost polite. “We need to talk. Tonight. Home. 7pm.” I ended the call before she could ask why—because I didn’t truly know the answer myself. I just liked the fact that it was curt,no fur

EVA’S POV (continues) The apartment was thrown into total darkness. We stood frozen, wrapped in sudden silence. Every breath felt loud against the quiet room. I could hear my own heart thundering in my ears. Lucas’s hand found my wrist and squeezed. His touch was the only real thing in that void. I swallowed hard. “We need light,” I whispered. Lucas nodded, voice low. “My phone has a torch. Let me see.” He fumbled in his pocket and clicked on his screen. A narrow beam cut through the black. It shone on the furniture, the walls, the scattered papers on his desk. I exhaled, relief and fear tangled in my chest. At least we could see. I moved behind him, every step deliberate. The carpet felt soft beneath my feet. My skin still prickled as if tiny eyes watched us from the shadows. I told myself it was just nerves, but I could not shake the feeling of being hunted. Lucas swept the light over the room. He checked behind the sofa cushions. He peered under the coffee table. His torch bea

LUCAS POV (continues) My apartment was dark and still. I flicked on the overhead light. It hummed to life, casting a pale glow across the leather sofa and glass coffee table. I set my phone and keys beside the lamp, then stripped off my coat and draped it over the chair. I moved toward the desk where I left Mark’s encryption device. I hesitated. I wanted nothing more than to shut it in a drawer and forget the threats until morning. But I needed to know every detail. I opened the drawer and reached for my phone first. I powered it on. I unlocked it and checked messages. Nothing new from Mark. Nothing from Eva. Nothing from Henry. I paused at the empty notifications. The silence on the line was worse than any threat. I set the phone down and lifted Mark’s device. The small router hummed softly, its lights blinking in a slow green-blue rhythm. I tapped the power button and watched the logs scroll on its tiny screen. I saw the same entries rendered earlier: network pings bounced betw