Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped In His Love Obsession: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Lately, kissing had become part of Livia's daily routine-like a morning ritual she couldn't skip. Not that she had a choice. She couldn't refuse, couldn't even bargain. But oddly enough, she didn't seem to mind either.Her clenched fists said one thing, but the way her chest pounded-loud enough to almost leap out of her ribs-said something else entirely.And Damian... he never missed the chance to plant his good morning kiss. It had become a non-negotiable breakfast in their shared bedroom.When they stepped out of the room, Damian caught her hand, pulling her to walk in sync with him down the hallway."Honey, can I go out this weekend?" Livia asked, choosing her timing carefully. Damian was always in a better mood after morning kisses."Hmm?" His usual answer-one that demanded an explanation without directly asking for it.Livia was starting to understand him better. Maybe Assistant Brown's skillset was starting to rub off on her.Still, why she could decode Brown better than she cou

Livia sat alone on a park bench near the café parking lot, thinking through the awkward meeting with the supplier."Sit down. Put that bag down," she said, patting the empty space beside her."It's okay, Young Lady.""Sit, or I'll file a complaint to Mr. Damian for disobeying my words."'Woah. I'm getting clever at threatening people.'Leela obediently walked over and sat down. But instead of setting the large sample bag on the ground, she placed it carefully on her lap, holding it tightly to prevent it from falling."Just put the bag down." Livia pointed under the bench. "It's pavement, not mud. The plastic's thick, it won't get dirty.""No, Young Lady. This is your thing. I have to take good care of it."'Oh my god, what's wrong with this girl?'Livia narrowed her eyes, the irritation building in her voice. "Leela... you're not Assistant Brown's sister or something, right?"She had asked casually-half joking, mostly annoyed.But then-"How do you know, Young Lady?" Leela blinked.Li

After arriving at the house, Livia said goodbye to Maya, who thanked her several times before heading to the back house. Leela also disappeared inside-probably off to talk with Mr. Matt about something or another.Livia chose to head straight to her room. Everyone else was still out on their business, and honestly, she had no desire to eat alone at the massive dining table. So she requested her dinner be sent up and opted to eat on the sofa while watching TV.She wasn't even that hungry-but thanks to Mr. Matt's insistence, she ended up eating anyway.Afterward, she changed into comfortable clothes and collapsed onto the couch.'Why does everyone think Damian's in love with me?' she thought as she flopped sideways. 'He's never even said it. I've said it, like, hundreds of times... and he just stays silent.'She turned on the TV but immediately picked up her phone instead. She scrolled through the photos they took earlier-at the spa, laughing at the food court, wandering around the mall

"What?!" Livia snapped, her irritation flaring. Was there seriously someone who thought like this? Why couldn't he think like a normal person?"We're all wearing clothes, baby. Clothes. And they're all women anyway.""But women can still see your body," Damian shot back. "Tch, what is Leela even doing? This isn't good enough."'What? Why is he dragging Leela into this? Is this what she meant when she said Mr. Damian wouldn't like it?'"I'm sorry, baby," Livia quickly said, catching the dangerous shift in his tone. "It was careless of me. I should've been more mindful."'What the heck? I was just getting a massage from a woman. Why is he acting like this? Do I really have to apologize for going to a beauty parlor for women?'"If you want a massage next time, tell me first," Damian said coldly. "Brown will call an expert-one who'll come to the house. And it'll only happen in front of me.""What?" Livia blinked, confused."Take off your clothes only in front of me," he growled.She sighe

Helena sobbed all the way to the parking lot, her heels clicking frantically against the pavement as she blinked through her tears. The pain wasn't just in her heart-it was in her pride, shattered under the weight of a spotlight that never found her.Everything she'd built... the stories, the memories, the image-gone.Forgotten.She slammed the car door shut, trembling fingers fumbling with her phone. She dialed frantically.Noah. The only person she could count on.But the call wouldn't connect."Ugh!" Helena cried out, throwing her phone onto the passenger seat with a loud thud. Her jaw clenched as she started the engine and maneuvered out of the chaotic parking lot.But the silence in the car was louder than the crowd she'd just left behind.She pulled over abruptly at the side of a quiet road. Her heart raced, and shame swirled in her chest like a storm. With shaking hands, she picked up her phone again.Dialed.'The number you have dialed is not active.'"Damn it!" she screamed,