All Chapters of My Dark Obsession: Caged Between The Billionaire's Love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AaronThe moment I step out of the car, the maid’s panicked voice reaches me like a blade slicing through the night air.“Sir, please—hurry! Madam collapsed upstairs!”My chest tightens, and without wasting a second, I shove the door open and storm inside Vivienne’s mansion. My shoes echo against the marble floor, but all I hear is the pounding in my head. The maid wrings her hands, pointing toward the grand staircase. “She’s upstairs, in her room. Please, she’s not responding—”I don’t let her finish. My legs are already carrying me two steps at a time, my hand gripping the rail so tightly I swear it’ll snap. I barge into her room, my breath ragged, and the sight before me stops me cold.Vivienne lies sprawled across the carpet, her hair fanned around her pale face, lips parted slightly, skin flushed unnaturally.“Vivienne!” My voice cracks as I rush forward, dropping to my knees beside her. I gather her into my arms,

Aaron The city sleeps like a giant animal holding its breath, but I don’t. I sit in my armchair with the curtains drawn and the lights off, my phone screen the only thing burning in the dark. The video is paused at a terrible moment—Lena’s head tipped back, the man’s shoulders hunched, the frame trembling as if the camera itself is ashamed of what it shows. I don’t press play. I just stare. I’ve stared for hours.My thumb hovers, unwilling to move forward, unable to move on. The clock on the wall ticks to a rhythm I’ve never been able to ignore; tonight it becomes a jeer. The more I watch, the less I know. The less I know, the more I watch. Maybe she loves him. Maybe she always has. Maybe I have been a layover on her long haul to someone else. I force myself to exhale and rewind to the beginning again. The audio fuzzes, the pixelation fights for clarity. The frame jitters in a way real footage rarely does. And then I see it—so small I’d missed it the first ten times—something tuck

Aaron The building hums with chaos, and I orchestrated it. From the moment I stepped into King Enterprises this morning, I knew today wasn’t about routine meetings or quarterly reports. It’s about survival. The new investor is arriving—at least, that’s what my team was told—and every department is under strict orders.I watch from the glass balcony above the main lobby, arms folded, as employees move like ants below. Files stacked high, tablets clutched in sweaty palms, assistants rushing back and forth with nervous urgency. I return to my cabin, Lena following with her notepad, her quiet presence grounding me. She doesn’t speak much these days, not the way she used to. She only takes notes, nods when necessary, and keeps her head down. A storm brews inside her—I

Kian The wine is smooth, rich, aged for decades—but it tastes like ash on my tongue. I lean back in Aaron King’s leather armchair, my arm stretched lazily across the rest, glass dangling between my fingers as though I own not just this cabin but the whole damned building. Which, in a way, I do. His employees bow, his managers tiptoe around me, and Vivienne lounges on the sofa with a smile sharp enough to slit throats.The video should have been enough—the footage of Aaron tangled in her sheets, the whispered lies Vivienne fed her about his past, even the one I sent of me and Lena together. But no. She still clings to him. She still goes home to him.My smile stretches thin, brittle. I swirl the wine in my glass, red rippling like blood. I ne

LenaThe city outside our penthouse windows hums with quiet light, but inside, everything feels still. Aaron’s hand brushes across my cheek, warm and tender, and his eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them.“I love you, Lena,” he whispers, his voice breaking against the silence.The words pierce through me, deeper than I imagined they could. I blink rapidly, because tears threaten to betray me, and I don’t want him to see me this weak. But then his lips find mine, slow and deliberate, and I melt into the kiss.When he carries me to the bed, his touch isn’t urgent like before—it’s careful, reverent, as if he’s terrified of losing me. Each kiss, each caress feels like a promise written on my skin. I moan softly against him, and his body trembles with the sound, like he’s starved for me.Morning comes too quickly, and Aaron insists he won’t attend the office today. “I have something important to handle,” he says cryptically, kissing me before I leave. His words linger in my mind, unset