All Chapters of His Little Obsession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CarlosMy eyes twitched as I stared at Ivan in a silky robe, his smile radiating warmth. His eyes were stuck on his phone, his hair was messy, and a little drippy. I found myself smiling as I trailed behind the guard who led me inside. “Mr Hernandez.” The guard called his attention, and he jumped in shock, his eyes wide as he raised his head up. I laughed at his reaction, waving the guard off, but he didn’t react. I gritted my teeth, reminding myself that he didn’t answer to me. “Carlos?” Ivan broke the silence, his eyes squinting. I gave him a half lopsided smile, sitting next to him. My eyes followed the subtle movements he made to create distance between us. He waved the guard who he spun on his heels, exiting the building.“Have we come to this?” I blurted out, unable to hide the disdain in my eyes. “Am I some contagious disease you need to avoid?” I added, my eyes hardening as I stared at the space between us. That bastard was to blame for everything happening right now, but ti

Ivan “You’re home.” I beamed with a drowsy smile staring at Tiana’s face. He nodded, tugging my hair behind my ear with a smile that didn’t meet his eyes. His mood wasn’t great.“Did something happen?” I muttered in curiosity, sitting up from the bed, “With Lorenzo?” I clarified, arching a brow. He rolled his eyes back, retracting his hands. If I thought he wasn’t happy, he looked far worse after I mentioned Lorenzo’s name. “Go to bed.” He dismissed, getting up from the bed. I scoffed, pulling his arms to keep him still. He glanced at me, his jaw clenching in anger. “Let go.” He commanded, but I shook my head stubbornly. He doesn’t get to chose what to tell me. It must be my toxic trait, but I preferred aggressive him than the redundant man who was scared of fucking me too hard because he doesn’t want to hurt me. “What did he do?” I questioned, tightening my grip on his wrist. “Did you kill him?” I pestered with my eyes popping wide. “Why? Would you hate me if I did?” He shot bac

Cristiano My father knew my relationship with the Hernandez was sour and he had the nerve to invite them to our ‘supposed family dinner’. I can tolerate others being here, but Carlos? Staring at his smug face pissed me off and I don’t intend to stay neutral for too long. He kept getting under my skin, looking for ways to make me snap. First, he made an impromptu visit to my man, and now, my family home? What was he up to? “Let’s eat.” My father announced, plastering a smile on his face. I breathed out, clenching the spoon as I dug into the food, the anger evident in my actions. Ivan shot me a warning glance, shaking his head in protest to stay put. I dug my hand into my suit, running my fingertips against my gun. “Don’t.” He reprimanded, nodding towards the bastard seated opposite me. I released my grip on the weapon, shooting Ivan a cold stare, slamming the spoon on the table. Their curious gaze snapped to my direction.Don’t? Ivan knows well how much I want him gone right now. I

CristianoMy head throbbed and my eyes felt heavy to open. The room was covered with an unfamiliar scent—feminine. The slim hand on my abs felt warmer and thinner than Ivan’s. He had delicate features, however had veins on the back of his hand and didn’t use strong perfumes that made me nauseous. Could he have changed his cologne without my knowledge?The creaking sound of the door caught my attention, but my body didn’t react. I felt incapacitated at the moment having only the ability to hear background noises. I could tell someone else was in the room, as to who it was I didn’t know. “Cristiano, you fucking asshole!” A loud shriek broke the spell. I jerked from the bed, my face creased in confusion as my heavy eyelids parted open, landing on a pain-stricken Ivan. Luca was standing beside him, with his hands draped around his shoulder like a protective older brother. I shouldn’t be jealous of their proximity, but I was. I didn’t want any man or woman getting close to him, family or

Ivan “Ivan, is that you?” My dad asked, his eyes sparking in excitement as he watched me walk in. I offered him a weak smile, nodding in response. I couldn’t let him see. I can’t let anyone see how much I was hurting. They would mock me, and maybe I was protecting that fucking bastard’s image. “Why are you here?” My stepmother snarled, crossing her arms with disdain in her eyes. “Hope you don’t plan on spending the night here?” She questioned with her nose scrunched in the air. I usually had a comeback, but today I had none. Who would have thought that catching your boyfriend with a woman would hurt this much? My chest felt tight with betrayal and anger, and my head ached with multiple questions. Why make me fall in love and cheat on me with my fucking sister afterwards? Why her? Why Mia out of everyone in this cursed planet? Was this how she felt? Was this why she fought hard to get me out of her way because she couldn’t accept the truth? The same way I can’t accept that he chose