All Chapters of Alejandro’s Obsession (English Version): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Erin leaned her head against the chair, teeth gnawing nervously at her nails. She didn’t know why she felt so restless—after all, the man inside the emergency room had wronged her more than anyone else. But still… Erin couldn’t let him die, not when he had once been a part of her life. Her body refused to stay still; she stood, sat back down, and rose again, only to collapse once more into her seat, restless energy crawling under her skin. Her unease grew heavier when she remembered the gash she had seen earlier—large, raw, frightening. Some of his men were stationed nearby, but Erin couldn’t bring herself to meet their eyes. She knew that they knew. They had seen her back then, seen what had been done to her body, her ruined body. The shame clawed at her, silencing her voice. When they politely asked if she wanted water or food, Erin could only shake her head or nod mutely, then retreat again into quiet. Her clothes were soaked in blood, sticky reminders she hadn’t bothered to

Erin had no idea why she stepped inside the emergency room. The only thing echoing in her mind was that as long as she stayed near Alejandro, she would be safe. The noise outside tore through her nerves—shouts, curses, the chaos of men searching for Alejandro’s weakness. She didn’t need anyone to tell her what they meant. In her gut, she knew they were talking about her. Whispers, stories, and warnings from others had made it clear, yet now, with all this unfolding, she needed certainty. She needed clarity in the madness. When she entered, her eyes darted immediately to Alejandro. He was lying on a hospital bed, unconscious, chest rising and falling steadily, proof that he was still alive. No doctors, no nurses—nobody was there. The gunshots earlier must have sent everyone running. Heart hammering, Erin searched the room for anything that could hold the door shut. Medical equipment, a few chairs, tables, and a cabinet. With trembling hands, she gripped the cabinet nearest the

Erin woke to the sting of sunlight piercing her closed eyelids. With a furrowed brow, she pushed herself upright on the bed, blinking in confusion as she looked around. Her gaze swept across the room, and suddenly her eyes widened when she realized this wasn’t her bedroom. Her body jolted with alarm, and she scrambled out of the sheets. That was when she caught her reflection in a massive ornate mirror, still dressed in nightclothes she didn’t remember putting on. Had she not been so overwhelmed by panic, she might have admired the sheer elegance of the chamber—the polished wood, the gilded frames, the air of wealth. But fear smothered any appreciation. Her chest tightened, and the first thing her mind did was collapse into chaos.“Where are you, Erin? What sort of trouble have you stumbled into now?” She whispered to herself, voice trembling, pacing the polished floor like a caged animal, her nerves jangling as if she were about to break. Who wouldn’t panic, after all, to wake in

“Sleep tight, mia stella,” Alejandro whispered into Erin’s ear as they lay together on the bed. They were inside the master’s bedroom, the same room where Erin had woken earlier. She had insisted on having her own room, craving space and independence, but Alejandro refused to let her out of his sight. The thought of her disappearing from his vision, even for a moment, unsettled him too much. Their argument had gone nowhere, so Erin eventually gave in. Now, here they were, lying close together, savoring the warmth of each other’s bodies. Their eyes lingered on one another, speaking volumes without words. Alejandro was determined to give Erin the love she deserved, to show her in every glance and every touch just how much she meant to him. His hand gently stroked her hair, lulling her as though she were the most fragile thing in the world. As he did, he pressed soft kisses against her head, coaxing her eyelids to grow heavier with each tender gesture. For the first time in so lon

Alejandro’s plan of going home early collapsed the moment his victim confessed. Fury surged inside him, and he raged in the basement while his men waited outside for instructions. They knew well what to do whenever their boss was in this state. Alejandro himself had warned them: when his temper broke loose, they must stay away until the storm passed. The lifeless bodies at his feet looked like trash he was kicking aside. Only one man remained alive, for the other had already gone ahead to hell, his skull shattered when Alejandro lost control earlier. A bullet had lodged deep between the man’s brows. Alejandro’s voice thundered, raw and vicious: “Fuck! Tell me! Tell me who they are!” The lone survivor trembled, terror etched across his face. Now he understood what it truly meant to cross this man. Regret gnawed at him—regret for ever obeying the faceless masters who sent him here. This wasn’t a man before him but a monster cloaked in flesh. To the victim, it wasn’t just Alejand