Todos los capítulos de CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION.: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter TwelveOlivia's POVI woke up to the relentless buzz of my phone, a sound that drilled into my skull like a fucking jackhammer. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes, and the room spun slightly as I squinted against the brightness of the sunlight sneaking through the drawn curtains. The air in my apartment felt thick, stale with the remnants of last night’s whiskey and regret. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, knocking over an empty glass in the process, and saw Blair’s name glowing on the screen. Her text read, “You okay, babe? Tried to reach you last night, but couldn't.”Jake’s call clawed its way into my mind, his voice dripping with venom as he had sneered, “Marrying up to Fabian, huh? You’ll always be trash, Liv.” Then Fabian had shown up, his green eyes blazing with something fierce and tender, declaring, “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Let me in.” I had pushed him away, told him I needed time, but his words had lodged themselves in my chest like

Chapter FourteenOlivia’s POVI woke up with a hangover that felt like a sledgehammer to the skull, my mouth dry as sandpaper and my stomach churning like I had swallowed a pit of nothing.Which, let’s be real, I had about five shots at The Abyss last night, plus Fabian’s lips crashing into mine in that dark club booth, his hands digging into my hips like he was claiming a prized possession.His voice still echoed in my head, “You’re mine, Liv. Let me teach you.”And then there was Jake’s text, slithering in like poison, “You can’t hide behind him forever, Liv.”I groaned, rolling over on my lumpy mattress, the sheets sticking to my skin.My phone was buried somewhere in the mess of my bed, buzzing like it was my personal enemy, but I didn’t want to face it.Definitely not now. When I was still thinking about Fabian’s kiss, from the way he had looked at me in that diner over pancakes, like I was something worth fighting for.Like I was worth it all.Maybe I am worth it.Oh please Oliv

Chapter Sixteen Olivia’s POVIt wasn’t the fall that hurt.It was the flash.The way the bulbs exploded the second I tripped on the curb outside Fabian’s building, Stone International, they stood there, like they were waiting. Like they knew. Like sharks scenting blood in the water.One moment I was tugging my coat tighter, pretending I didn’t see them, those slick haired men with expensive lenses and hungrier smiles, and the next, my heel caught on the pavement, and I was airborne.Not glamorous, not graceful, just exposed.My knees scrapped the concrete, my purse flipping open like a freaking dish on a platter. My coffee spilling everywhere.“Shit,” I muttered, scrambling up, my face burning, because I knew what was coming. Paparazzi. They’d been stalking us since the gala, and now they had me.And then, click. click. click.I scrambled to my feet, dizzy and red faced, brushing concrete dust off my coat, off my dignity. My hands were shaking. My pride was bleeding.I stepped into

Chapter EighteenOlivia’s POVI didnt expected her to be beautiful, I expected her to have grown older, you know like old people do.I mean, of course she didn't, she looked like she hasn't aged at all, besides she’s Fabian’s mother, she was always beautiful and she still is. But I expected something cold, clipped, diamond earrings and a frost bitten or fake smile. I wasn’t prepared for the warmth in her eyes, or how disarming her grace was. It made the warning she gave me cut deeper. Much deeper.The invitation came casually.“She wants to see you,” Fabian said one morning, like he was asking if I wanted coffee. Like it wasn’t a bomb dropped into my nervous system.“Who?” I had asked, confused.“my mother” he said.“Your mother?” I repeated.“Mm hmm,” he replied, flipping through his phone like it was no big deal.But it was. God, it was.The last time I saw Celeste Stone, she was smiling politely as I left their house in a rush of tears and a half packed suitcase. I was nineteen,

Chapter TwentyOlivia’s POVI was sprawled on my lumpy couch in my apartment, it felt nothing like the one in Fabian's penthouse. My heart was hammering like I just ran the race of life. I've been goiing between here, Fabian’s penthouse, and the office for weeks, like a freaking bounce ball with no place to land, trying to forgive myself for all the promises I had broken and all the ways I had fucked up. Fabian’s green eyes, his voice steady like a lifeline, kept pulling me in, but I was always waiting for the crash, because that’s what I do, wreck things.My phone lit up on the coffee table, his name flashing and I groaned again. Another text, the third today, asking where I was, what I was doing, like he needed a fucking map of my life. I ignored it, same as the last two, because I was trying to breathe, to find some piece of myself that wasn’t tied to him. But then it buzzed again, and I picked it up, having a strong urge to smash it, my stomach twisting as I read, “Why aren’t