All Chapters of Alejandro’s Obsession (English Version): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Who would have thought that Alejandro De Rossi—the cold, unyielding man feared by so many—would one day cry for someone? Who would have imagined him repenting, nearly falling to his knees before a doctor, begging for the life of the woman he had only just realized he loved? Denial had been his shield for so long, but now it had shattered, leaving him exposed and powerless. That same denial was the reason she was lying here in his room, clinging to life with only the help of oxygen keeping her fragile body alive. It was nothing short of a miracle that she survived at all. Just a heartbeat away from death, and yet Erin still lingered here, caught between life and oblivion. She lay motionless on Alejandro’s bed, her delicate form tethered to machines, wires running across her skin, each beep and hiss reminding him of the damage he had caused. When Alejandro’s gaze landed on the bruises and wounds scattered across her body, an ache cut through him like a blade. He wished he could take

While Alejandro raged and Erin screamed, the violence only deepened the girl’s trauma instead of helping her heal or smoothing the path to forgiveness. Yes, what he had done was unforgivable, but people can change. No one is beyond the possibility of being forgiven; they are not God to withhold mercy. If the Creator can forgive, perhaps Erin—a gentle, pure-hearted woman—could find it in her to forgive someday. The whole mansion heard the commotion. Danica panicked and ran to her brother’s room to see what was happening. She felt fear twist in her chest; Erin was not yet well. What if her brother was hurting Erin again? Danica did not trust his promise that he would never strike Erin again. Her brother had kept few promises before, so her fears felt sadly plausible. “BULLSHIT, ALEJANDRO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” she shouted. Alejandro’s door stood open. Danica peered inside, forcing herself to be brave. Even she—his own sister—had been hurt by him before. What would it be like for Erin

“I’m one hundred percent certain, Erin. After your eye surgery, we can leave this place. You’ll come with me—I won’t let you stay here any longer.” Erin could hardly believe the words she had just heard from Danica’s lips. She didn’t know whether to trust them or not, because she knew very well that Danica’s brother had said countless times that she wasn’t allowed to leave this mansion. “Don’t tease me like that, Dani. You know I’ve wanted to get out of here for such a long time,” the young woman replied, her voice trembling slightly. Who wouldn’t hesitate to believe such a claim, especially after everything she had suffered at Alejandro’s hands? Even if Erin wanted to trust, it felt impossible that Alejandro would simply let her go without consequence. She heard Danica sigh softly and then take a seat beside her. Erin leaned her back against the headrest of the bed while the private nurse Alejandro had assigned to her covered half of her body. “I know it’s hard to believe what

Six months had passed since Alejandro released Erin from his grasp. The surgery on her eyes had been a success, and now she could see again. When the bandages came off and the world opened before her, joy surged through her heart like sunlight flooding a darkened room. Everything was clear, vivid, and alive. She could hardly believe it—even though the gift had come through the very man who had once destroyed her. At first, adjusting had been difficult. Shapes and colors overwhelmed her, her senses struggling to keep up. But time and patience brought calm, and as the doctors promised, her vision gradually stabilized. Each day, the strange became normal, and Erin learned once again how to live in a world filled with light. She now lived in Danica’s house, together with Abby Grace. Her angels, her saviors—both under the same roof. Relief warmed her whenever she looked at Abby, thankful that her friend had escaped Alejandro’s wrath with nothing worse than fainting during that dark time

Erin’s head throbbed as she pushed herself up from the bed. A low groan slipped out when the sunlight hit her face, stabbing her already pounding skull. Squinting, she stumbled toward the bathroom, one hand clutching her temple, the other fumbling at the door. She stepped inside with her eyes half-shut and grabbed her toothbrush, brushing quickly, almost desperately, as if trying to scrub away the fog in her mind. She lifted her gaze to the mirror—and froze. Her eyes widened. She was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. A sick rush of realization slammed into her chest. “What the hell happened to me?!” she whispered hoarsely, hands trembling as she checked herself, scanning for bruises, scratches—any sign that something worse might have happened. Nothing. Nothing except the haunting memory of yesterday. She exhaled a shaky breath of relief, but the relief was fragile, fragile because she remembered. She remembered walking home… Then—then—Erin bit her lip hard, frustrat