Semua Bab My Dark Obsession: Caged Between The Billionaire's Love : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Kian I see him. Aaron King. That fucking bastard. His car pulls up to the street outside her place like he owns the night, like he’s the kind of man who gets to play savior. My jaw locks so tight it aches, but I can’t tear my eyes away. And there she is. Lena. My Lena. Stepping out of his car, her hair brushing over her shoulders, her lips parting as she says something to him. Too close. Too soft. I can’t hear it, but I don’t need to. I know that look. The way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, the faint smile that curves her lips—it’s meant to be mine. She’s supposed to look at me like that, not him. A red haze crawls across my vision. My chest is burning. I slam my hand against the window frame, hard enough that the glass rattles. She lingers, standing there under his gaze, and I want to rip him out of that car and snap his neck until the world goes quiet. By the time she disappears inside, I’m pacing my apartment like a caged animal. My fists crash into the walls, i

Vivienne The glass of champagne swirls in my manicured fingers, golden bubbles catching the faint light of the private jet. The skyline of New York glitters beneath me like a jeweled necklace as the plane begins its descent, and I can’t help but smile at my reflection in the window. Still flawless. Still breathtaking. Years pass, scandals come and go, but Vivienne Westwood? She doesn’t age. She only becomes more dangerous.I press a fingertip to the corner of my lips, smirking at the thought of him—Aaron King. The man who once held my body as if it were his universe, the man whose touch set me on fire. The man who walked away after I made one mistake. A slip. A night where I let desire rule me. He never forgave me for it.His absence stung, but I didn’t bleed for long. No, I rebuilt myself into something stronger, sharper, untouchable. And yet, the flame I thought was dead still flickers inside me. Only this time, it’s not love that feeds it. It’s revenge.When my car pulls up to Ki

LenaI pace back and forth, the floor creaking beneath my bare feet, my heart refusing to calm even though he’s gone. The air in my living room still feels heavy, as if his presence lingers, brushing against my skin, whispering in my ears. Every step I take feels pointless, restless, desperate. I should be relieved that my stalker has finally left my house, but instead, I feel hollow—like he’s carved a place in me that won’t stop aching.The moment replays in my mind on a vicious loop. The way he stood so close, closing the distance between us inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine. I remember how my body froze, not in fear, but in something else entirely—something strange, bizarre. It was as if someone had claimed me without asking, without permission.And the worst part? I didn’t fight it.This feeling… it’s nothing like what I feel when I’m with Aaron King. With Aaron, there’s safety. Protection. Like I can breathe. But with him—with this man, this stalker—I felt something I n

Kian I wake to the sterile sting of disinfectant. My eyes flutter open, the white ceiling lights blinding me until they come into focus. A rhythmic beeping fills the silence. My throat feels dry, my head pounds like a hammer against my skull. I try to shift but a sharp pain shoots through my left arm, and I realize it’s bound in plaster—fractured.The door creaks open and a doctor enters, clipboard in hand. His glasses rest low on his nose, his tone clipped but professional.“You’re awake. Good. You’ve been unconscious for hours. You sustained a fracture to your arm and a mild concussion. You were lucky someone brought you in when they did.”I blink at him, my mind still foggy. “Someone?”“Yes,” he says, adjusting his glasses. “A woman. She refused to give many details, but she insisted on making sure you were safe before leaving your care to us. She signed as Vivienne Westwood.”The name strikes like thunder. Vivienne Westwood. Not just anyone. A celebrity. A woman whose face flash

LenaThe elevator hums as it glides upward, and my chest rises and falls in uneven breaths. My hand rests against the cool steel wall, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside me. I can feel Aaron’s presence beside me—tall, composed, silent. His nearness always unsettles me, but tonight it’s different. There’s a softness in him that wasn’t there before, something I keep catching in the way his fingers brush mine, in the weight of his stare that lingers too long on my lips.When the elevator doors open, the penthouse greets me with its familiar hush. Expansive windows frame the glittering skyline, the city alive with motion, but up here it feels like another world. A world Aaron controls. A world I’ve unwillingly stepped into, yet… I don’t want to step out.I trail behind him, my heels clicking faintly on the polished floor. The faint scent of his cologne hangs in the air—sharp cedar and something darker, warmer. It’s intoxicating. M