All Chapters of An Illicit Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Killian walked in two hours later while I stood in the kitchen, a glass of water in my hand, on my way to the bedroom. He was in formal attire.He stopped in his tracks, took a step back, and turned to me. I leaned against the counter, letting him take in the full view as his eyes roamed over me without a word."How do I look?" I asked, crossing my ankles and raising an eyebrow.The teal dress flowed elegantly around my figure—flattering, but not clinging. I’d paired it with silver heels and styled my hair in a simple, elegant twist, leaving a single red strand loose to frame my face.I waited patiently, watching him. His eyes never left me as he walked closer, the echo of his shoes tapping across the floor growing louder with every step.His gaze didn’t waver, and I couldn’t look away either. Every detail of that custom-tailored suit molded to him perfectly. He looked both dominating and disarmingly charming."You are breathtaking," he whispered, his eyes fi

And my luck, I did try to dodge, and in the end, it jumped right where my arm and shoulder met. The pain made my head buzz and my vision blurred a little. The warm crimson liquid soaked through my blouse, and I shook my head. As my vision cleared, I swallowed my whimper and kneed her in the stomach. She staggered back, pulling out the knife. I gasped and my knees buckled, but I grabbed the knife from the ground and picked it up with my left hand, unable to move from the pain. I felt the cold sweat on my neck. I heard a rush, my vision clearing for a moment. She lunged, and without much thought, I jammed it.It all stopped for a moment when I looked up, and she once again staggered back, this time stumbling to the wall. Her dark, shocked eyes met mine, and I followed her gaze to where her hand was pressed. The knife was stabbed into her side.She choked as she slid down to the ground, and I covered my wound, stumbling my way to the door and opening it. With all my might, I sh

Killian's idea was simple but brilliant. If the Russians and Chinese started an underground war, the Mengs wouldn't have much time to shield Tommen, not to mention get into a family dispute with the Andersons. This would leave them unprotected."Of course, things wouldn't be so easy. We will have to stir the wheel from time to time to make a war between them inevitable," Killian said, pulling me back to the bed. My thoughts started to churn.He tucked me into the bed. When I tried to struggle and open my mouth, he put his finger on my lips."We will talk tomorrow."I rolled my eyes and finally gave in after I saw his look. I would get nothing out of him today.I got nothing out of him the next day, or the next, and not even after that.My meeting with my grandfather’s lawyer, Mr. Desai, was postponed—all because of this damn arm. I didn't hear anything about what happened to Natasha Sarvok. Sometimes, when I look at Killian, I see a glint in his eyes, like he

When I stepped in, I half expected to be ambushed, stabbed, or worse, shot. I should have put some sort of defense, but by the time this thought crossed me, I was already inside. My heart seized as I saw Adeline sitting at the head of the seat, unbothered and prim and proper like always. I remember the last thing I heard of her — she was put in self-induced coma before I told Killian to release her. When I enter, her eyes lifted to meet mine and her bitter gaze got fixed on me. I smirked in answer. "Hope you are doing well, Mrs. Anderson," I walk towards her one step at a time and roll out the chair beside her, right in front of her. I leaned on the edge of the table, propping my chin on the palm of my hand, looking squarely in her eyes. "You are looking better than I thought," I added. The corner of Adeline’s mouth twitched, the careful cold poker face cracked. "Tommen told you to do something, do it and take your leave," she snapped. I lean back in the chair lazily. "I thought y

"Killian,"I look at him standing there and he pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned the blood off the knife blade, then put it inside his coat. He pulled out the phone from the other pocket as he stepped over the dead bodies, tapping away on the phone screen as he walked towards me.I look at him dumbfounded, but everything started to make sense. He pulled off his black mask; he was the one who was standing behind me in the elevator, even outside at the waiting area. It was him.The slicked-back hair was the only thing that was the same with the driver Mr. Desai came with and the man in the elevator.How did he just blend in? That I didn't even recognize him.He stands right in front of me with his twinkling eyes looking directly into mine."You..." The words slip out in disbelief. My gaze falls down to the dead bodies. A cold weight sinks into my chest. They were just outside KJM.They got here."Who are they?" I asked."It's yet to be determine