Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I stared at the text for a long time.He still heard the nerve to say that I was overreacting and what did he want us to talk about? About how he ripped my heart out and crushed it like it meant nothing? About how he made me feel so small, so worthless?I tossed the phone on the nightstand and grabbed the hotel pillow, pressing it to my chest as tears burned my eyes again. I had never felt this way before. I had never felt so alone.I needed to get out of this room.I needed to breathe and to forget.Without thinking too hard, I grabbed a black dress from my bag. It wasn’t fancy but it was seducing enough to make a man want me, just something simple I packed for emergencies. I slipped into it, barely caring if it fit perfectly or not. I tied my hair up into a messy bun, wiped under my eyes, applied little makeup to hide my swollen eyes and grabbed my small purse.The air outside was cold, but it helped clear my head a little. I walked down the street until I found a bar with soft blu

The road was quiet and the sky was getting dark. Trees passed by on both sides of the car as Antonio drove. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t know what to say.My body still felt weak. My heart hurt. But more than anything, I was scared. I didn’t know where he was taking me. This wasn’t the way to the house we once lived in.He had told me earlier, “I’m taking you to our real home.”But I didn’t know we had another home.He drove for a long time. Almost an hour, maybe more. We didn’t pass many houses. It felt like we were going into the middle of nowhere.Finally, we turned onto a long driveway. The gate opened by itself. And then I saw it.Not a house but a mansion.It was big, white, and quiet. It looked cold. Empty. The windows were tall. The walls looked like they had never been touched.My chest tightened.“What is this place?” I asked in a small voice.“Our real home,” Antonio said, still looking ahead.“You never told me about this,” I said.He didn’t answer.He parked in front of

I kept thinking about what Luca said. And the way he looked at me. I didn’t know how to feel. I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was Antonio’s son. But I also couldn’t forget the way he touched me at the bar. The way he made me feel.I didn’t know what was worse, being locked in this place or how confused I felt inside.There was a knock on the door, and I sat up slowly, telling whoever it was to come in. The maid came in, carrying the breakfast tray. She didn’t speak much. Just placed the food on the small table and gave me a small nod.Her eyes looked worried, like she wanted to say something but was scared.“Thank you,” I whispered.She looked at the door briefly, then brought her eyes back at me.“Be careful,” She said softly, turning to leave and locking the door behind her.I looked at the food but didn’t touch it, since I wasn’t hungry. I just sat by the window, watching the rain.Hours passed. The light outside started to dim. Yet, I stayed in the same spot. Soon enough, the

The moment Antonio slammed the door open, I knew I was in trouble. He stormed in like a damn hurricane, his dark eyes shining with anger. My breath slowed in my throat, and I shoved my phone under the blanket instinctively, even though I knew it was too late.“Who were you on the phone with?” he barked.His voice echoing off the walls like a whip crack. I flinched a bit but I didn’t shudder or bow in fear. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction to see me break under his bark.I sat up straighter, gripping the edge of the mattress. “Why does it matter?” I asked coldly. “I had a life before you barged into it, Antonio. I’ll talk to whoever I want, whenever I damn well please,” I spat, wearing my boldness on my sleeves.His brows shot up like I’d sprouted horns and suddenly developed two heads overnight. He stared at me like he didn’t recognize the woman in front of him. Maybe he just wasn’t expecting a confrontation of such a sort from me. I was already so angry and tired of everything

“No! I won’t,” Carol insisted. I looked at her, pain flashing in my eyes that she had the guts to defy my order. That was something that even the best of my men couldn’t dare to do. My blood boiled beneath my skin as I stood there, staring at her, the gall in her eyes, the challenge in her grip were feeble compared to mine, as she clutched that damn phone like it was her last breath.“Give it to me,” I growled, stepping closer, my hand stretched out.“No,” She spat, her eyes almost wet but still full of fire.I lunged at her and in a blink I was on her, pressing her down against the mattress. She shrieked and fought like hell, but I yanked the phone from her grip and hurled it at the floor. It shattered instantly and the screen splintered, battery popping out and skidding across the floor like it wanted to escape the rage that created it.I hovered over her, breathing heavily, my fists clenched. She stared up at me, frozen in place and breathing so hard. I could see the fear that f