All Chapters of His Little Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Carlos Waiting for Ivan to regain consciousness was worse than death. My fingers fidgeted each time the doctor walked in to check his vitals, and his cold hands made it worse. A week had gone by, and he hadn’t as much as moved a finger. I was devastated waiting for him to get back to his feet. My uncle blamed me for everything, they all did. I was ready to take his tortures, ready to take anything thrown at me as long as it eased the pain in my chest. Lolita had been right. My hatred for Cristiano was the reason I was here in the first place. If I had let them be together, if I hadn’t kidnapped Ivan, if I hadn’t tried to kill the Vito bastard, Ivan wouldn’t be in such a state. I regret it all. I would rather see him with another than have him stuck in a sick bed. What were the chances that he would ever wake up? How long before he regains consciousness? Weeks, months, or maybe years? And more importantly, would he forgive me? “You need to leave,” Luca suggested in a flat voice cau

Luca Cristiano was crazy, but right now? He’s lost every human sympathy left in him and there was no coming back till Ivan wakes up. Meeting a bloody house wasn’t part of my plan, and cleaning up his mess wasn’t what I signed up for after a long day of watching over with his lover. He often forgets that I have a life to live, a life that doesn’t always revolve around his twisted mind games. It was exhausting, and yet I couldn’t stop helping him. Carlos was to blame for this. If he had stayed put, I wouldn’t have to deal with Riz’s craziness again, nor would I need to clean his house at 1 am. I exhaled, throwing the mopstick on the floor in frustration. “To hell with this!” I cursed in between laughs, ruffling my hair. He claimed he didn’t want me doing his dirty work, yet here I was again! Doing what I do best for an ungrateful idiot who treats me like an errand boy rather than his brother. It was getting hard to stay neutral when he was spiteful. He had everything others wished f

Luca“We’re friends.” I blurted out, my hands raised in surrender. I didn’t know why I was acting like a lover caught cheating, but something about this situation gave out the same vibes. Riz laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. I knew whatever I said wouldn’t change his opinion of me, and maybe I handled my relationship with our rival family wrongly, but Neo was nothing more than a friend. Not a lover or whatever idea he had cooked up in his mind.“Friends with the enemy?” He asked in a flat tone, taking a step closer. I let out a shaky breath, backing up against the wall. “You expect me to believe you’re just friends?” He snorted, clicking his tongue. I nodded violently, my eyes darting towards the door. There were two ways this would go; I blow my head this instant or…he tortures me to his satisfaction. Either way, I was going to end up dead. “I know how it looks, but trust me?” I tried to get through his thick skull, but he wasn’t listening. I exhaled in frustration, pausing i

Luca I always thought I knew pain, but nothing hurts more than getting misunderstood by your family. For years I took it with hopes of changing their one-sided love towards me, but it was clear nothing would ever change. Our father adopted me when he knew I was his son, and he constantly reminded me to take care of Cristiano. When do younger ones care for older siblings? I was a second choice to him, and to my mother, I was her relationship counselor. Truth be told, I knew little about our family dynamics and how I came to be my father’s son. I wanted nothing to do with them anymore, they could rot in hell for all I care. “Take us to the hospital,” Neo ordered the man I was yet to recognize. He was Cristiano’s man, one I haven’t seen before or maybe I have…? Why was he helping us? “Matteo.” He introduced, sensing my gaze on his face from the rearview mirror. I hummed in response, cracking my neck towards the window as I searched for his face or name in my head. Matteo…Hugo’s form

Cristiano “Tesoro…” I muttered weakly, holding Ivan’s hand. The doctor walked in, casting me a judgmental glance as he took my appearance. My body was covered in blood and I didn’t care much for the consequences. Police? They couldn’t hurt a strand of my hair. “Please step aside," he said in an irritated tone, adjusting his coat. I raised my head, cracking my neck in his direction. He swallowed in fear as I shot him a cold stare, sealing his lips. “Why isn’t he waking up yet?” I demanded in a seriousness, leaning into the seat. A week has gone by and he wasn’t improving. His body remained still and his skin was getting colder by each passing second. With what transpired today, I wanted nothing more than to have him in my arms. He was a drug that I couldn’t function without. “Because none of you are helpful to him.” He blurted out. I arched a brow, crossing my arms and staring into his eyes. The nerve he had to utter such words. Lucky for him, I wasn’t in the mood to take more bloo