All Chapters of Trapped In His Love Obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The next chapter of the fight hadn't even begun. No one knew if it would end quickly-or escalate into another round of screaming until their nerves burst.Livia braced herself, eyes squeezed shut.But the blow never came.Instead, she felt Damian's hand rest on her head.Not a gentle pat.Not violent either.Just... heavy.Her eyes slowly opened."I'm sorry," she whispered. "I must've gone crazy, saying all that nonsense."She didn't dare meet his eyes, shrinking into herself.Damian said nothing at first. He lowered his hand. Then lifted another-to take her chin between his fingers and tilt her face toward him.Livia resisted, turning her head away. Her courage had completely vanished."So... you like me," Damian said, tone unreadable. "You've already fallen for me?"'What?! Is that all you got from everything I said?! That's not the point, you idiot!' Livia screamed internally.He leaned in slightly, his voice quieter now. "Since when?""Answer me. Since when did you start liking me

It was well past midnight.Damian had just finished his business. Beside him, Livia had already fallen asleep-completely helpless.He stared at her quietly for a moment.Her hair was scattered across the pillow like tangled silk. Damian ruffled it gently and let out a soft chuckle at her tiny lips, now parted slightly in her slumber.His fingers tapped lightly against her cheek, then moved to tuck her hair behind her ear."Thank you for loving me," he whispered.He leaned down and kissed her head softly. Then he pulled the blanket up to her neck, covering her body protectively-shielding her from the cold air that might dare touch her innocent skin.After what he considered an extraordinary night, Damian climbed out of bed. He picked up his clothes from the floor and slipped them back on, piece by piece.CREAK.The door opened.As Damian turned back to glance at his sleeping wife one more time, a satisfied smile curled on his lips.But the second he looked forward-"You're here?"Brown

The sun was already high in the sky.Everyone in the house was busy, going about their usual morning routines. Well-almost everyone.Jenny and Sophia had bolted before breakfast.Yes, they'd heard the first half of Damian's shouting at their sister-in-law last night, and that was enough. Not knowing how the "war" ended, they did the only thing that made sense: they ran for their lives. Better safe than being hit by emotional shrapnel.Still, curiosity gnawed at them.They asked everyone they could find about what had happened, but the entire house had zipped lips. Mr. Matt simply offered a neutral smile and said, "The young master and the young lady are doing just fine. They're still in the room."Then they spotted Assistant Brown, casually eating breakfast at the dining table, reviewing a stack of documents like nothing had happened.Jenny and Sophia approached him cautiously, hopeful.But Brown didn't even look up. "You really want to know?" he muttered. "People who pretend to know

Meanwhile, the Alexander Group building was alive with activity. Employees bustled through hallways, completing tasks to earn their monthly pay.On the top floor, inside the presidential elevator, Damian stood beside Assistant Brown."Where's Leela? What's she doing now?" Damian asked casually."She's on her way to the airport. I instructed her to handle the transportation branch issue out of town," Brown replied."No. Cancel that. Send someone else." Damian's tone was final.Brown frowned. "Why? Where are you going, young master?""I want to have lunch with Livia."Brown blinked. "Why?"Damian chuckled. "She's being punished, remember? She can't leave the house. If she eats lunch alone every day, she'll be lonely. So I'll invite her to my office for lunch. Get everything ready."Brown's expression twisted in disbelief. 'What?! Why bother punishing her at all then? Just let her go free!'"Why are you looking at me like that?" Damian laughed. "Do I look weird to you?"Brown nodded sile

Brown looked visibly annoyed. He shut the door behind him and returned to where Damian sat at his desk."What is it?""Miss Helena is downstairs. She insists on seeing you."Damian went silent, slowly setting down the pen in his hand. He felt an unwelcome wave of frustration rising. Still, if he didn't end things clearly now, Helena would never understand that everything was truly over."Let her in," he said at last. "This will be the last time I see her.""Young master, you don't have to," Brown offered quickly. "I'll take care of her.""No. Let her in," Damian insisted, shaking his head. "I don't want Livia to meet her. Make sure everyone keeps quiet about this."Brown nodded and turned to leave. He looked even more irked now than before. The moment he stepped out, the secretarial staff trailed after him like anxious shadows."Tell everyone who saw Helena come in to keep their mouths shut. Master Damian doesn't want this incident discussed. Ever.""Understood, sir."Brown headed tow