All Chapters of Trapped In His Love Obsession: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Livia sat in the TV room downstairs, stretching her legs as she scrolled through her phone. When she heard footsteps, she perked up and looked around, only to see a waiter passing by. She slumped back into the couch with a sigh.Today, she was determined to complain about Assistant Brown's over-the-top punishment of Leela. Of course, she wouldn't mention her run-in with Helena. She had even rehearsed a few responses just in case Damian asked anything suspicious. Everything would sound perfectly reasonable.She waited a while until finally, Damian entered the room, followed by Mr. Matt and the ever-annoying Brown. Livia shot up from the couch.She was both happy and irritated-happy to see Damian, but annoyed that Brown didn't go straight home."You waiting for me?" Damian asked, tilting his head and pointing to his cheek.All right, come here.After giving him a welcome kiss, Livia grabbed his hand and pulled him down to the sofa beside her. She stole a quick glance at Brown, her glare

That afternoon, the café was already looking deserted.Assistant Brown had arrived at the parking area, but he didn't get out of the car right away. For a few minutes, he stayed seated, busy with his cellphone.Fifteen minutes later, he finally stepped out and retrieved a cardboard box from the trunk. With his usual calm, expressionless demeanor, he carried it into the café.The doorman held the door open and nodded politely."I have an appointment with someone," Brown said, glancing around the room. His gaze landed on a familiar figure. "She's over there," he added, gesturing subtly with his eyes."Alright, sir. Please, this way." The doorman gave another nod and led him to the indicated table before returning to his post."You came alone?" the woman at the table asked, disappointment thick in her voice. How could she not be disappointed? She had forced herself to ignore every bad possibility, choosing instead to believe there was still a little hope. She'd dressed to the nines, read

When someone feels loved, everything becomes easier-even the hard things.And although Damian had never once confessed his feelings aloud, Livia could feel it.He might not have said I love you, but in the little ways he treated her, protected her, held her... it was enough.More than enough.For now, she didn't need to be greedy. She wouldn't demand anything more.Nearly a week had passed.And to Livia's quiet pride, she'd managed to pass her probationary period as Damian's wife without a single misstep.She behaved. She stayed home. She acted the part.Too well, in fact-enough that Damian grew suspicious.He even started questioning Mr. Matt about what kind of meals he had been serving her."Is there something in the food?" Damian had asked one evening, watching Livia nibble daintily at her dinner. "Any kind of... calming agent? A mood stabilizer?"But Mr. Matt, as always, was precise."No, sir. Just meals adjusted to meet Madam's nutritional needs."It appeared that Livia was simpl

This morning, the sunny weather was no match for Livia's enthusiasm.She was practically glowing, her energy several levels above normal. How could she not be? After a week, she was finally returning to her regular routine-and she couldn't be happier.Seated in the car cruising steadily through the city, Livia felt free, refreshed. In the front seat, Leela-her ever-cheerful driver-was her usual bubbly self, effortlessly brightening the mood.Livia's eyes were fixed on the windshield, but her thoughts were miles away, still tangled in last night's chaos with Jenny.She hadn't even brought herself to ask David anything. After Jen's dramatic confession, Livia had just curled up in her husband's arms and let sleep take over.'That's enough. One thing at a time. Mr. Damian promised he'd help explain everything to Jen-even if his method is... questionable. He wants to give her time to "fight for her feelings," but what if that only makes her get hurt? Alright, I'll try talking to David late

A burst of energy coursed through the studio. The anchor straightened, eyes gleaming. This interview is going to break the internet!"However," he pressed on, "you've never introduced your wife to the public. Is there a reason for that?"The room held its breath. The anchor gripped his note cards tightly, silently praying this wouldn't blow up in his face.Damian smiled-soft, and surprisingly shy."Actually... because I'm a little jealous. Haha."Laughter broke the tension like a dam.Even the stoic crew members chuckled in relief, while Brown pinched the bridge of his nose.A little? Brown scoffed inwardly. If that's "a little," I can't imagine what blind jealousy looks like.The anchor leaned in, still riding the high of the moment. "What do you mean, sir?"Damian's eyes twinkled faintly. "I don't want anyone else looking at my wife."His tone was sincere. Honest. There was even a trace of embarrassment behind the confidence. It caught the entire studio off-guard.Soft sighs and env