The Sin of His Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The humid air of the back alley was a jarring contrast to the sterile, cold atmosphere of the server room. The rain, now a steady drizzle, fell on their faces, washing away the sweat and the dust of the tunnels, but doing nothing to cleanse the fear that clung to their souls. They were out, but they were not free. The distant blare of approaching sirens was a haunting reminder that they were now fugitives in a city they once called home.They didn't speak as they walked, their footsteps muffled by the soft patter of rain. Dan was a step behind Aiden and Chloe, his body shaking with silent sobs. He was a silent ghost, his terror replaced by a numb resignation. He simply walked, his eyes wide and vacant, as if in a daze. Aiden, however, was a different man entirely. The cold, unwavering resolve he had shown inside the building was still there, but now, it was tinged with a raw vulnerability that Chloe had not seen in a long time. The events of the last few hours had stripped him down to

The city lights below were a constellation of tiny, insignificant fires, each one a testament to the fragile ambitions of men. From his perch high above the world, "M" watched them all, a phantom in his own meticulously constructed empire. He watched Aiden, his old friend and greatest rival, and the two hapless souls who were now his unwitting pawns. Nakita niya itong pumunta sa bahay ni Isabel, a move that was both predictable and necessary for his game. He had orchestrated the entire thing, a master puppeteer pulling strings no one else could see.Hindi siya isang kontrabida, not in his own mind. He was a visionary, a man with a surgeon's eye, a man with a purpose. He saw the world as a broken, rotting foundation, a structure built on lies and greed. He had seen it from the inside, a quiet observer of a social elite that preyed on the naive and the innocent. He had witnessed how ambition could be twisted into corruption, how the most beautiful designs could be built on the bones of

The air in the penthouse was cold, despite the warmth of the morning sun. It had been three days, and the unspoken tension was a palpable, living entity, a ghost that moved silently between them all. Chloe felt the unease most acutely in the evenings. While Aiden would spend hours poring over the laptop, trying to decipher M's coded messages, Isabel would be a quiet, elegant presence, offering him coffee, a subtle reminder of their shared past. The jealousy that had first surfaced in Chloe now felt like a living thing, a cold, sharp blade twisting in her gut. She was a woman who had lived a life of color and emotion, but in Isabel's perfectly curated world, she felt like a ghost.Aiden, consumed by the puzzle, was emotionally distant. Hindi alam ni Chloe kung tungkol pa ba sa nagngangalang "M" ung kaba niya, or tungkol na ito sa iba. His mind was a battlefield of codes and frequencies, leaving little room for anything else. He hadn't noticed the subtle shift in Chloe's demeanor, the wa

The cool night air was a welcome shock after the suffocating warmth of the gala. Aiden didn't slow down, didn't look back. He simply held Chloe’s hand and pulled her along, away from the glittering facade and the ghost of his past. Once they were inside his car, he didn't start the engine immediately. The silence was different this time; it was not a weapon but a blanket of shared understanding.Chloe was the first to speak, her voice a soft, fragile whisper in the darkness. "What was that? Ano 'yun?"Aiden turned to her, and for the first time since their ordeal began, his eyes were clear. The conflict was gone, replaced by a fierce, unwavering certainty. "That," he said, his voice low and firm. "That was my choice."He didn't need to elaborate. Chloe understood. He had chosen her. In front of the woman who represented his past, he had walked away. He told her about the sculpture, the chess piece, and the name etched on the base—Leon. "It was a message," he said, his hand finding her

A cold dread washed over them, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of pure adrenaline. Aiden grabbed Chloe’s arm, his grip firm. “Get behind me,” he whispered, his voice a low, urgent command. The figure in the hall took another step forward, the moonlight glinting off the polished steel of the knife in his hand. He was tall, powerfully built, and his face was hidden in the deep shadows of a black hoodie.Aiden pulled Chloe back, away from the coffee table, a hand instinctively going to her back. This wasn't a game of codes anymore. This was a fight for their lives. His mind, which had spent weeks solving puzzles, now ran on a different kind of logic—pure, primal survival. He saw a small marble sculpture on a pedestal, its base heavy and solid. He pushed Chloe behind him and moved towards it.The figure moved, not in a frantic rush, but with a terrifying, deliberate calm. He was a professional. He came for them, and he knew they were there. He raised the knife, a silent, deadly pro