All Chapters of CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

Chapter Thirty-TwoOlivia’s POVI was backed against the cold glass of Fabian’s office window, my heart slamming like a trapped bird, the city stretched wide beneath us, lights looked like veins against the glass, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the press of his body on mine.I was caught, pinned by his body, his green eyes dark and burning. His hands were on me, roaming, one gripping my waist, the other sliding up my thigh, and my breath hitched, because fuck, his touch was a drug, and I was already hooked. Fabian’s intensity, his need to possess me, was a chain I both wanted and feared, and now I was trapped, my head spinning with want and panic.“You’re my wife, but you keep fighting me,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, his lips brushing my ear, sending heat through me.His fingers tightened on my thigh, slipping under the hem of my skirt, and I shivered, my body betraying me, melting under his touch even as my mind screamed to push back.How did we end up like this to

Chapter Thirty-fourOlivia’s POVWhen Fabian told me, so casually, like it was nothing, that his mother had invited us to dinner, my first instinct was to invent an excuse. A meeting, a deadline, a migraine, anything. Facing Fabian in the office every day was already hard enough, but facing his mother?The woman who once trusted me to take care of her little boy when she ran errands, who knew me before life twisted everything sideways?That was a different kind of cruelty.If I’m being honest, I almost didn’t go.But Fabian didn’t give me a choice. He had just looked at me, one brow raised, like he could already hear the excuses I hadn’t spoken yet, and said, “She’ll be disappointed if you don’t come.”And that was that.So here I was, standing in front of the sprawling Stone estate, my palms damp, my heart stuttering like a nervous teenager. The Stone estate hadn’t changed much.Same ivy curling up the walls, same heavy oak doors, same glow from the tall windows spilling onto the g

Chapter Thirty-SixOlivia’s POVThe thing about me is, I’m not domestic.Never have been, probably never will be. I can juggle meetings, negotiate stubborn vendors, even stand toe-to-toe with Fabian when he’s in one of his moods, but put me in front of a stove and suddenly the world tilts on its axis.I think this is already something obvious, when I can't even make a toast without burning it.Still, tonight was different.I wanted to try.Not because I suddenly discovered a secret passion for sautéing or because Pinterest decided to bless me with a recipe that looked foolproof. No. This was about proving something–to him, to myself. That I wasn’t just the mess he teased me about, the girl who couldn’t keep a plant alive, who could make toast without burning it, who ordered takeout because boiling pasta felt like climbing Everest.I wanted to show Fabian Stone that I could care for him in a way that wasn’t transactional, wasn’t polished, wasn’t for show. Something small, something p

Chapter Thirty-EightOlivia's POVI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, the letters replayed, his boyish handwriting bleeding into the sharp, possessive lines of his teenage self. You were mine before you knew it. The words throbbed in my head like a bruise I couldn’t stop pressing.When morning came, I drifted around the penthouse like a ghost, restless. I tried reading, tried scrolling through my phone, but nothing helped. Everywhere I turned, I felt him — Fabian, the boy who had turned himself into a storm just to be strong enough for me.My chest ached. My guilt swelled. But there was something else too, something I didn’t want to name, a pull, a dangerous heat that came from knowing how completely I was claimed.I ended up in his closet without meaning to, I was looking for a favourite shirt of mine.His world was always so sharply organized, rows of pressed suits, crisp shirts, dark colors and clean lines. The scent of him clung to the fabric, leather and spice and someth