All Chapters of Alejandro’s Obsession (English Version): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

When Danica left the room, Alejandro and Erin were left inside. No one dared to go back into Alejandro's room. They were all afraid of what the monster would do to them. A moment of silence filled the entire room as the man's presence was strongly felt within it. The man's heart was burning with rage; he was angry at his former subordinate for touching his property, but his anger toward the woman was even greater because of her attractiveness. ‘This is all her fault!’ Even though he was going crazy thinking about Erin’s body, her angelic face wouldn't leave his mind, and it was her fault that his men were like rabid dogs fighting over her. He saw how desirable the girl is even though she's covered in bruises, and Alejandro thought those bruises weren't enough to ruin her. He wanted every inch of the woman's skin to be full of wounds or even bruises because he was more turned on by the sight of any kind of injury on her. For him, it was a form of submission for a dominant man. He

Erin lay limp on the cold floor, unconscious, her skin feverish against the chill, her breaths shallow and uneven, while Alejandro drifted nearby like a storm that hadn’t finished breaking. He stood half-dressed at the minibar, pouring scotch as though the weight in his chest required fire to stay lit, the glass catching the low light as he tipped it back. He wouldn’t look directly at her, or rather he kept looking and pretending he wasn’t—eyes snagging on the bruises he’d let happen, on the quiet figure he refused to release. The room held its breath with him, thick with silence and the metallic tang of fear. The door had closed behind Danica a short while ago, and nobody outside risked coming back in; no one wanted to feel the shock of Alejandro’s attention, the kind of attention that could end a life or freeze an entire house into obedience. He told himself this was her fault—her fault for being here, for drawing every gaze, for making his men stupid, and for setting his own

Alejandro’s men could only swallow hard, their bodies stiff with tension, while the men belonging to the other side, their supposed partners, were on the verge of wetting themselves in fear. They had dared to cross Alejandro De Rossi. And of all mistakes one could make in life, that was the gravest. Alejandro could deal fairly, even generously, with those he transacted with, but betrayal—betrayal was the one unforgivable act. To cheat him was to invite retribution carried out with an iron hand, and his enemies always learned that too late. “I already paid you,” he roared, his voice bouncing off the concrete walls, the steel beams above amplifying the rage in his tone, “but you gave my guns and ammunition to others?!” His furious gaze was directed at the man hanging high above them, suspended by the crane hook. That man was tonight’s business partner—or rather, the man who had been foolish enough to treat Alejandro like some naive boy. The weapons had already been fully paid for t

Alejandro’s jaw clenched hard as his eyes swept across the ruined room where his slave had once been held. ‘Fuck. Even now, her scent lingers here, her presence seeps into the walls, and I can still feel her everywhere. It’s as if she never left.’ His thoughts pulsed with raw fury, each beat feeding his obsession. ‘I will bring her back. She is mine—only mine. She cannot, she will not, belong to anyone else.’ He cracked open another can of beer and downed it, the bitter taste doing nothing to cool the fire raging inside. Every broken object around him screamed of his rage, every overturned chair a reminder of what she had dared to do. The moment she returned, Alejandro promised himself, he would punish her. And not with ordinary pain—no, it would be the kind of punishment she would never forget, a punishment etched so deep into her mind and body that she would never again dream of running. Even Alejandro could not fully explain why this woman haunted him so fiercely. He could f

Erin’s face drained of color the moment she heard the voice—the voice she had not heard for days, the voice she prayed would never again find its way into her world. Her heart seemed to halt mid-beat, as if refusing to go on. Sweat broke across her skin, her palms turning clammy, and her throat tightened until even the simplest act of swallowing became impossible. She could not move; fear rooted her in place. She had spoken of this moment, feared this inevitability—and now it was here. She had only just begun to pick herself up, trying to find footing in a life shattered, when already he had discovered her again. “Didn’t I tell you I would find you?” His voice carried both triumph and cruelty, sliding into her ears like ice water. Erin felt an instant chill sweep over her body. Why? Why now, just as she had gathered the fragile courage to move forward? Just when she dared to breathe again, to imagine the possibility of healing, Alejandro returned, like a shadow cast over the flick