Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped In His Love Obsession: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

On the side of the road near an artificial lake—locally known as the Green Lake for its jade-colored waters and lush surrounding gardens—Livia leaned forward in her seat.“Excuse me, sir. Can I get off here?” she tapped the driver lightly on the shoulder.The man glanced at her in the rearview mirror, surprised. “But, Miss… you haven’t reached your destination yet.”“It’s alright, Sir. I have something to take care of,” she replied with a small smile as the car pulled to the curb.“Shall I wait for you?”“No need. I’ll finish the order here and give you a five-star rating. Here’s the fare.”He handed her the change, but she pushed it back gently. “Keep it. Have a good day.”“Oh my, thank you very much for the tip, Miss.”“You’re welcome. Take care.”“Good day to you.”As the car drove off, Livia remained still for a moment before crossing the quiet road. Her destination wasn’t her shop—not yet. Instead, she turned toward the lake, now glowing softly under the morning sun.The path wou

Damian and Assistant Brown sat in the back of the car as it quietly cut through the evening silence."Tell Mr. Matt there's no need to wake the girl," Damian said, eyes still closed, his tone casual but firm."Yes, Master," Brown replied.A faint smile tugged at the corners of Damian's lips. Brown noticed it but said nothing.He sent a quick message to Mr. Matt, then returned his full attention to the road ahead."Young Master," Brown spoke again after a beat."Hm?""In two months, Miss Helena will return to the country. She's planning to hold a solo art exhibition. Would you like me to arrange everything?"Damian didn't answer."She's already had several sponsorship offers. But if word gets out that you're supporting her, the others will likely back off."A pause. Then Damian murmured, "Do it. I want to see how well she's lived all this time.""Yes, Master."The car rolled past the estate's massive gates and glided to a stop in front of the main house.Mr. Matt stood waiting at the d

Little Livia’s small frame was yanked forward as her stepmother dragged her out of the house. The woman had already flung the car door open and shoved the girl inside without a word.“Mom… Where are we going? Mom?” Livia’s voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes.No answer.The woman started the car and gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed coldly on the road ahead. She glanced at Livia once—only once—then quickly looked away.She didn’t speak. She didn’t soothe. She just drove.Livia’s hands trembled in her lap. Her fear grew with every silent mile.“Mom…?” she tried again.“I’m not your mom.”The words landed like a stone to the chest. Livia’s mouth parted, but she quickly clamped it shut, holding back the sob rising in her throat. She knew now—this was not a normal trip.She had always known her stepmother didn’t like her. The scoldings. The blame when her half-sister cried. The silent glares. But this… this was different.They drove further, away from the city. Past hou

The night still wasn't over.For Livia, peace only came when Damian's eyes were closed. Until then, her guard had to stay up-high and tight."Where's my cellphone?"Livia handed it over, having just retrieved it from Mr. Matt's hand. Like her, the butler had trailed into the study behind Damian."Don't come in." Damian's voice was flat.Mr. Matt bowed and quietly backed out.And just like that-Livia was alone with the devil himself."Find the book with this title," he said, handing her a slip of paper with his handwriting on it.She approached the giant shelf, her stomach sinking.Ten minutes passed. Still no book."Can't you read?""I'm sorry."She wanted to roll her eyes so hard they'd fall out, but she smiled instead.Oscar-worthy, really.Eventually, she found it and rushed to hand it over. But Damian wasn't finished."It looks like this bookshelf needs a makeover. Rearrange the books by cover color."Her fingers twitched.He glanced over, then added with mock sincerity, "Much mor

The car had stopped in the parking lot of a two-story shophouse. Now, Damian and Brown stood right in front of the entrance-a black glass door gleaming in the sunlight.Yes, this was Livia's workplace.Two bodyguards stood behind Damian. Brown still didn't understand why his young master wanted to come here, but maybe this was Damian's idea of fun-watching Livia panic and squirm.Brown muttered to himself: His level of sadistic amusement seems to go up a notch every day.He was still confused by Damian's intentions, but as always, he followed orders. Finally, he opened the door."Excuse me," Brown called out politely.The three women inside were shocked. They stood abruptly-one of them even dropped her phone. Alarm flickered across their faces."Sorry, who are you?" one asked, her voice wary.It was rare for anyone besides couriers to visit. And these men in suits and ties clearly weren't delivery workers."Is Livia here?" Damian asked, catching even Brown off guard. This wasn't like