All Chapters of Trapped In His Love Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The house had been buzzing since yesterday.Not with the masters, but the maids.Everyone in the main house was talking about the same thing: Madam Alexander's birthday celebration.A glamorous, intimidating event held in one of the most luxurious buildings in the city-one Livia had no desire to attend.Her phone lit up with back-to-back messages.Jenny:Sister-in-law, I'm sorry. The apprenticeship training isn't done yet, but I'll follow you to the building as soon as I can.Sister-in-law, hold your head high. If anyone bothers you, write down their names. I'll avenge you.If you meet Helena, ignore her. I'll catch up later.Sophie:Sister-in-law, I'm sorry I can't go with you. My boyfriend's thesis trial is today and he's being whiny, so I have to wait for him.But I'm cheering for you! If you meet Helena, just ignore her. You're Brother Damian's favorite woman. Always on your side.Livia smiled faintly.'Oh my God. These two kids are too sweet. They're worrying about me more than I

The night grew deeper, and the cold air blanketed the earth, inviting most to retreat into restful dreams.But not in front of this two-story shophouse.Two locksmiths were crouched by the entrance, working swiftly with their tools. A security guard hovered nearby, closely monitoring every move. A patrol car was stationed just behind them, with two uniformed officers standing by, quietly observing.Brown had requested the patrol car not just for assistance, but as a deterrent. The area was usually busy during the day. If someone saw a group trying to break into a shop at this hour, it could stir unwanted attention. Brown wanted this handled quietly-no chaos, no headlines.They were racing against time.Inside the car, Damian sat stiffly, staring at the second-floor window where a single dim light glowed through the heavy curtains. It wasn't bright, but it confirmed that someone was inside.Livia.It looked like she'd only turned on one of the three lights. And with curtains drawn tigh

The presidential suite-the only room of its kind in the entire hotel-was a space reserved exclusively for Damian Alexander. No one else was allowed to step foot inside, not even casually. The staff responsible for cleaning it were specially trained, handpicked. Nothing about this suite was ordinary.The night had grown deeper.Damian stood by the bed, gently pulling the blanket up to Livia's shoulders. Then, softly, he kissed her cheek. Once. Twice. Then her forehead."Stupid, stupid girl... You must've been so heartbroken because I didn't show up, huh?" His voice barely rose above a whisper, eyes warm and quiet as they lingered on her sleeping face. "Sorry for making you cry."He traced the soft curve of her cheek with his fingers."I want to see your face tomorrow when you remember what happened tonight," he murmured with a laugh, shaking his head.She was out cold-completely drained. She must've used up every ounce of energy crying at that cursed party. Now she slept like a child,

Sunlight filtered softly through the open window, casting golden warmth across the bed.Beneath the blanket, a figure stirred.There was a soft murmur, a sleepy yawn. The blanket was tugged tighter around a curled-up body, rolling left and right, as if seeking comfort in the familiar motion.Just like she always did when she used to sleep alone in her little shop.“Mmmph.” Livia yawned and tried to burrow deeper.Then—“Are you awake?”Damian’s voice cut through the morning silence. It was louder than usual. Too loud. Too real.Livia jolted.The blanket flew off the bed as she sat up in panic, clutching a pillow to her chest. She peeked over it, wide-eyed.“...Baby,” the man called again, in a voice that sounded suspiciously casual.Livia’s brain stopped.'Where am I?!''This isn’t the shop! I should be in my room, alone!'She froze. Her heart was racing. Her memory a blur.“Get up and clean yourself up.”She blinked. “...O-okay.”Still hiding behind the pillow, Livia scanned the room

The night of her mother-in-law's birthday party-when Livia mysteriously disappeared-marked a quiet but pivotal shift in her relationship with Damian.He had changed.Not completely. But enough.Now, Damian often called her by affectionate nicknames. He didn't yell at her as much. He rarely poked her forehead in irritation like he used to. Sometimes-just sometimes-they even talked like normal people.Their relationship still couldn't be called "natural." But at least, it wasn't as unbearable as it had once been.A week had passed since the incident. Damian's mother still hadn't returned home.Jen was the one who gave Livia the explanation. "Mom left to avoid arguing with Brother Damian.""Why? What happened?""He's angry because... she introduced Helena at the party. Not you. He didn't like that at all."Livia blinked. That's it?All that anger... just for her?'But I've already forgiven Mom. Damian didn't need to take it that far.'She'd tried, once, to bring up the issue-to convince