Semua Bab THE CEO’S RUTHLESS COMMITMENT (hidden obsession): Bab 121 - Bab 130

Third Person POV.Elena was becoming too present.And Viktor was paying too much attention.She became consistent, too available and too perfectly placed in Layla’s orbit at a time when Layla was at her most vulnerable.That alone wasn’t enough to accuse her of anything though , but Viktor didn’t deal in coincidence.Not anymore.—He set up a meeting with her.The meeting was set somewhere neutral.Viktor arrived first.He sat near the back, where he could see the entrance without being seen immediately. His posture was relaxed, but his attention wasn’t.When Elena walked in, she didn’t hesitate.Her eyes found him almost instantly.That, too, didn’t go unnoticed.She approached with the same easy confidence she always carried, sliding into the seat across from him like this was just another casual meeting.“Viktor.”“Elena.”No smiles and no small talksA waiter approached, but Viktor dismissed him with a brief glance. Elena didn’t order anything either.The air settled quickly.

Third Person POVLayla stepped out of her room, the quiet of the house pressed in around her as she moved down the hallway.Something felt a bit off.Not too much, but enough to make her slow slightly.Her gaze flickered toward the front of the house.Then she kept going towards the main door.When she reached the main door, she pulled it open.Cool air brushed against her skin as she stepped just outside….She stopped instantlyThere was a package sitting on the doorstep, a small one. Neatly placed and wrapped in a familiar shade.Her stomach dropped.It was the same color. The same type of package that had been delivered to Viktor’s office.Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.“No…” she whispered under her breath.Instinct kicked in immediately.She stepped back inside and shut the door quickly, her breathing picked up hastilyHer eyes scanned the room…then landed on the kitchen. She moved fast in grabbing a knife from the counter, her grip was tight on it and her pulse w

LAYLA'S POVI didn't know it was him at first.All I saw was the hair of a familiar figure at the door with his head lowered, shoulders slightly slumped and one hand pressed against the wall like it was the only thing keeping him upright.For a second, I just stood there, confused.My breath caught in my throat.I tried speaking but I had suddenly gone mute.Then slowly, he lifted his head.And that was when everything hit me at once.My heart stopped.His face was pale. His lips had lost their color completely , and his expression was strained in a way I had never seen before—not once in all the time I had known him.Viktor didn't look like this.He didn't look weak or like he was barely holding on.Then my eyes dropped to his body.And my world tilted completely.Blood. So much blood.His shirt was soaked through, dark and spreading, his hand pressed hard against his abdomen like he was trying to hold himself together with sheer will alone.I couldn't move.My body locked where I st

Third person POVLayla woke slowly, drifting upward from a dreamless sleep. For a brief moment, everything was quiet… just warmth wrapped around her with a comforting scentThen….Reality came rushing back.Her eyes snapped open, and she jolted upright fast, a startled sound escaped her lips as instinct made her curl inward, protecting her stomach before her mind could even catch up.“Easy.”The voice cameLayla frozeViktor sat across from her, watching her with steady, untroubled eyes as if the world hadn’t nearly torn itself apart the night before.“Good morning,” he said.Relief hit her so hard it almost knocked the breath out of her. Her hand flew to her chest, fingers pressing against her pounding heart.“You…” She exhaled shakily, closing her eyes for a second. “You’re awake.”“I’ve been awake.”The softness in her expression disappeared almost instantly, replaced by something cooler“Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked, her tone flattened. “You shouldn’t be sitting up like t

Layla’s POVIt's been three days already since Viktor got stabbed.Three days of tension, quiet conversations, and watching him pretend he was fine when he clearly wasn’t. He healed quite fast… but I still caught the slight stiffness in the way he moved, the way his jaw tightened when he thought no one was looking.He didn’t complain…. He never did.I slipped my jacket on and adjusted the sleeve, glancing at my reflection one last time before turning toward my wardrobe. We had been meeting at the hotel every day since the attack, going over everything; Arthur, my uncle, Caleb… all of it.Nothing was simple anymore and nothing added up cleanly.I reached for the wardrobe handle and pulled it open, already thinking about what I would wear.And then… I saw the dress.My hand stilled mid-air.For a second, I just stared at it where it hung, untouched since the day it arrived. Something about it had always felt off. Not enough to explain.Slowly, I reached out and brushed my fingers over