All Chapters of Trapped In His Love Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A young, beautiful woman-no more than nineteen-sat quietly in the corner of an upscale café. She looked nervous, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and a glass of untouched iced coffee sweating on the table before her.Her father's voice echoed in her head:'Livia, you must please Mr. Alexander. Do whatever it takes to win him over. This marriage is our last chance.'She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to block it out-but it was impossible. That one sentence had carved itself into her bones. It wasn't a plea. It was an order-from her so-called biological father, demanding repayment for the nineteen years he had "sheltered" her.She straightened her spine, practicing a smile. Then another. And another.'No matter what happens today,' she told herself, 'you just have to smile.'A polite cough startled her."Miss Livia Shelby?"She jumped up. It was the assistant-the same man who had picked her up earlier.And behind him... a man walked in.No-strode in.The café seemed to s

The grand hall glittered under the cold glow of crystal chandeliers, their light casting sharp reflections on the polished marble floor. Guests filled the room, their eyes following the bride as she made her way down the aisle. But for Livia, every step felt heavy-each footfall echoing like a ticking clock counting down to the life she was about to surrender.Faces blurred around her, but all she could see was Damian standing at the altar-calm, distant, and unreadable, like a statue carved from ice.When she reached him, the preacher's voice broke the silence, beginning the wedding vows.Livia took a slow, steady breath, fighting the lump rising in her throat. Her voice was soft but clear. "I, Livia Shelby, vow to be your wife and follow your rules."Damian's reply came cold and unyielding, lacking even a trace of warmth. "I, Damian Alexander, take you as my wife. You exist to serve me."No promises of love. No tender words. Just a decree.Livia swallowed hard and nodded quietly, the

At the club party, Assistant Brown sat not far from Damian. He glanced at his phone.[Young Lady has arrived and entered the room.]He slipped the phone back into his jacket."Damian, how do you like your wedding party?" asked one of the guests-another young entrepreneur.Damian raised his glass slightly. The woman beside him hurried to take it and place it in his hand.Damian didn't drink alcohol. While everyone else downed champagne, his glass held only cold water."Why don't you get married too, if you're so curious?"The group laughed.Damian reached out, brushing the hair of the woman next to him. She gasped at the unexpected contact.Her cheeks flushed. She stared at him in awe, full of admiration and longing-but she didn't dare touch him. She didn't have the courage.Rumors said Damian slept with a different woman every night, but in truth, the women around him rarely got close. They could sit beside him, pour his drinks, laugh at his jokes-but that was all.And still, they all

Livia stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hands on a small towel. Damian was already on the bed, casually scrolling through his phone. The moment he noticed her, he tossed a towel straight at her face.“Dry my hair.”Livia bit her lip, caught the towel, and obeyed without a word.At the breakfast table, the butler respectfully pulled out the main chair for Damian. Jenny was already sitting beside it.“Move, Jen,” Damian said, voice cold and clipped.Jenny froze, shooting a glare at Livia before reluctantly shifting down.Livia quietly took the seat beside her husband. She placed a sandwich on his plate and smiled sweetly. “Please eat, my hubby.”The entire room fell silent, as if she'd just committed a social crime. Even Damian looked faintly annoyed.“Damian, are you really going to the office today?” his mother asked, testing the waters.“Yeah.”“But it’s your first day of marriage. Can’t you take a day off?”“I don’t have time, Mom. Work doesn’t wait.”“I see… I understand.”Th

After closing the door, Livia let out a deep breath.'How he can be so casual naked around me. I'm his wife, not his servant-but still, it's embarrassing.'Passing the message to the butler, she noticed his tense expression. He immediately summoned the kitchen staff, and the place erupted into frantic activity."So the oil has to be made fresh first. What a crazy bastard." Livia muttered silently.'If you have to make noodles from scratch every time, why even bother having an instant noodle factory?'Assistant Brown appeared from a room just then.She marched over, ready to give him a piece of her mind."Excuse me, Assistant Brown. Can we talk?"He lowered his head politely, signaling she could speak."Assistant Brown, when I said to inform me before Mr. Damian returns-""Yes, I already told you when he arrived, Young lady.""No! I meant an hour or at least half an hour beforehand. What if I'm not home yet? Still at the shop?" Livia's voice grew sharper, frustration showing."Why woul