All Chapters of An Illicit Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“How long have you known?” I asked. “Always. Until you came of age, I was the one taking care of the other half.” “Why didn’t my father have this deed?” “Your grandfather hated Adeline. And after your father divorced your mother and married her anyway, I think this was his way of saying, ‘Fuck you.’” “So he left it directly to me, and until I reached the eligible age, you were its guardian.” Killian nodded. I looked down at the document in my hands. This was a lot to wrap my mind around. Seeing my silence, he started driving. I closed the file. Something like this—something this important—and he just put it in a file like it was nothing. Technically, he did tell me. He’s truly infuriating. We returned to the restaurant where we had our lunch date. I took off my seatbelt, and he took my hand, helping me out of the car. We walked inside, hand in hand. My thoughts kept circling—if he knew I would inherit half of the Shadow Knights organization, why hadn’t

Jina and I were sitting in the office, looking at each other, thinking about our choices. “We should not bother him with it,” Jina said. “You cannot hide this forever from him. Imagine if he finds out from somewhere else,” I said. Footsteps interrupted our conversation, and Jina straightened herself on the sofa as I leaned on the table. Kevin walked in. He looked at both of us. “I don't like this,” he frowned. “Sit,” I said, and without moving his gaze from us, he sat on the chair opposite the sofa. I cleared my throat, but it was Jina who started. “You need to be prepared for this.” Jina pulled out her phone and clicked the link. Simply placing it on the center table—couldn’t we be more delicate? But it was too late. Kevin looked down at the article, shifting his hands between his knees. Then he raised his head, looking at both of us. A slight pout appeared as he thought, then he slid the phone toward Jina. “I know,” he nodded. We both look

Days passed with me locked in my room, taking showers, eating meals, and sneaking hidden video calls from the bathroom to check updates. There was nothing new about Mr. Anderson—just the same chairperson of Anderson Group of Companies. My father was busy convincing the board to hand my inheritance to Nicolai, who had joined the company a year ago. His focus was always elsewhere, but he followed my father diligently, ensuring he remained blind to Adeline’s true actions. At least he didn’t know about my mother or any of Adeline’s plans. That gave me some ease, even if I shouldn’t have wanted it. After ending my call with Jina, I leaned against the bathroom counter, my fingers tapping against the cool surface. I needed something to do before I lost my mind. A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. Too soon for dinner. I shut the bathroom door carefully before opening the bedroom door. Franny tiptoed inside, pressing a finger to her lips before shutting it behind her. In

From a very young age, I knew it didn’t take much to die—or to take someone’s life. One day, you see your mother, and she tells you she’ll be back in an hour. She leaves you with a kind, elderly neighbor. By evening, you find out she might never wake up again. A small boy who shared a bed with you is beaten to death one day by your orphanage guardian. You wake up to find only his bloody t-shirt in your hand. The guardian tells you he’s gone to heaven, and if you say anything, you’ll go there too. That night, you pick up a knife. You’re too young, too tired, too hurt to understand why Bob—the boy who shared his candy with you—disappeared like that. He was a little puffball with a toothy smile. To this day, you never forget that smile. You hold the knife to your guardian’s neck while she sleeps, the bitter, snake-like feeling of hatred nearly suffocating you. But then, another boy walks in—messy-haired, a book in hand, big brown eyes watching you. You look back at th

“Killian, I am not here for games.” “Neither am I.” He cast a sharp glance over my shoulder, and I heard them putting their weapons down. “Go ahead. Shoot,” he said, his voice as smooth as steel. “I promise, afterward, they’ll let you walk. You’ll be the new boss anyway.” I met his gaze, unflinching. “I don’t need your permission. I want to leave. What I do and do not do has nothing to do with you.” “I’d advise you to think this through.” “No. This ends here. And when it does, every Anderson will go with my mother.” Before I could react, Killian moved. A blur of motion. My wrist twisted, the gun wrenched from my grip before I even registered the pressure. I retaliated instantly—pivoting, striking out with my elbow, aiming for his ribs. But he sidestepped, his body shifting like water, flowing seamlessly between offense and defense. I lunged, aiming a sharp kick to his knee, but he blocked effortlessly. His movements were precise, controlled—almost e