All Chapters of His Little Obsession: Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

Carlos“Are you sure he’s breathing?” Voices echoed in the background, and a hum followed the question. Where was I and who were the unfamiliar, yet familiar voices I heard? “Why isn’t he waking up then?” The voice from earlier snapped and I felt a tug on my wrist. I groaned, my eyes parting up to meet the assaulter who was none other than my uncle, Jorge Hernandez. “You’re finally up!” He beamed, slapping a hand on my shoulder with a smile spread on his face. I scrunched my nose, my eyes roaming across the room, trying to recognize my environment. Last I remembered, I passed out in that bastard’s house. How did I end up in Ivan’s house, and why was my uncle acting excited to have me back? Why was Lorenzo here? What in the world was going on? “I was starting to worry that you weren’t going to make it.” Ivan’s stepmother chirped in, emerging into the room. My eyes dimmed with confusion, my eyes narrowed in suspicion at the smiles on their faces. My uncle getting worried was surpris

Cristiano Another week has passed by and nothing has changed about Ivan’s condition. I wanted to blame the doctor for what was happening, but deep down I knew he had nothing to do with Ivan’s coma. ‘What if he never wakes up?’ The question continuously played in my head, taunting my mind. I couldn’t sleep anymore, and the blood thirst was no longer there. I spent my days in the hospital and hardly came home. If he doesn’t wake up, Carlos will suffer the same fate. The only problem? He escaped. Apparently, my father released him and the traitor Lorenzo. They were lucky to have my father on their side. Their luck better keep shining because the second my eyes set on them both, death would be a safe choice compared to what I would do to them both. “Boss.” One of my men from the three left called, and I nodded for him to proceed. “You have a meeting with the council in ten minutes.” He announced. I sighed, my hands raking my hair in frustration. They have been asking for me, but I wa

Luca Staying with Elio for days changed my perception of him. He was softer than I expected and wasn’t such an arrogant bastard when he didn’t open his mouth. My mother had been ringing my phone countless times for days now, and I never bothered to take her calls. She could go to hell for all I care. My father? He acted unbothered by my absence; however, he set up a search for me. Thanks to him, my face was covered on every wall of Milan. “Luca?” I jumped, feeling a hand on my shoulder. Laughter followed my reaction, and I glared at the culprit none other than Bianca, Luca’s older sister. This was the first time our daughter's paths crossed, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she wanted from me. “What do you want from me?” I blurted out, adjusting uncomfortably in my seat as she pulled out a piece of paper from her sleeves. Drugs. She was an addict. “Want one?” She stood with her arms stretched out. I narrowed my eyes, shaking my head in amusement. It was barely noon and she’s hi