Todos los capítulos de TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

ELARAIt's 2 AM in New York when my phone eventually rings.Damien's face fills the screen, and despite the late hour, I answer immediately."Hey." His voice sounds tired. "Did I wake you?""Couldn't sleep." I sit up, pulling the blanket around me. "How did the meeting go?""Good. Better than expected. The Tanakas are receptive to most of our terms. We're close to finalizing the deal." He pauses. "Yuki Tanaka sends her regards.""Yuki?""Hiroshi's daughter. She's heading up their side of the negotiations. She is very sharp. Have a hand in the restructuring of their entire Pacific division."The admiration in his voice makes my chest tighten; Damien is not easily impressed, but for Damien to speak about her during a limited-time conversation we are having, and with admiration in his voice, rings an alarm in my ears."Sounds impressive.""She is." Another pause. "She took me to lunch today. Some private club. Where we talked about our marketing strategy and positioning.""Just the two o

ELARAI'm in the Blackwood conference room, presenting the quarterly marketing results, when my phone vibrates for the third time in ten minutes.I ignore it, clicking to the next slide. "As you can see, the Morrison campaign exceeded projections by thirty-two percent. Social engagement is up, brand awareness has increased in our target demographics—"My phone buzzes again.Jennifer glances at me, concerned. I never take calls during presentations."Excuse me for just one moment." I check the screen.Four missed calls from Damien.My heart stops. He never calls during my work hours. He never interrupts unless...The phone rings again."I'm sorry, I need to take this." I step into the hallway and answer. "Damien? What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong." His voice is strained and tired. "I just... I needed to hear your voice.""I'm in the middle of a presentation...""I know. I'm sorry. I just—" He breaks off. "Can we talk? I mean, a conversation without shutting each other out?""Now?""I kno

ELARAThree days after Damien returns from Singapore, we're having breakfast on the penthouse terrace when his phone rings.He glances at the screen and frowns. "It's Yuki."My stomach tightens, but I keep my voice level. "You should answer it. The merger still needs to happen."He hesitates, then accepts the call on speaker. "Yuki.""Damien." Her voice is crisp and professional. "I've reviewed the revised timeline. My father isn't happy about the delay, but he's agreed to the video conference signing next Wednesday.""Good. Thank you for accommodating.""However, there's a condition." Pause. "He wants to meet Elara."I nearly drop my coffee cup.Damien's jaw tightens. "Why?""Because you made her the reason for postponing a fifteen billion dollar deal. My father is old-fashioned—he believes in understanding all factors that might impact our partnership. That includes your... personal commitments.""Elara isn't a factor to be assessed—""Nevertheless, those are the terms. Bring her to

ELARAThe elevator ride to our suite feels endless. Damien’s hand rests low on my back, his thumb tracing slow circles through the silk of my dress, each pass sending heat curling low in my belly. The doors slide open with a soft chime, and he guides me inside, the city lights of Tokyo glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like a sea of stars.He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to speak to carry out every promise he made to my body.The moment the door clicks shut, he presses me against the wall, although careful and controlled, the tension in his body is electric. His mouth finds mine in a kiss that’s all hunger and pride and possessiveness that makes my knees weak. I taste the faint sweetness of the tea from earlier, then the sharp edge of his need as his tongue strokes mine, deep and deliberate.“Two hours,” he murmurs against my lips, voice rough. “Plenty of time to remind you exactly how fucking brilliant you are.”His hands slide down my sides, finding the zipper at the

ELARAThe boardroom on the 78th floor is quiet except for the low hum of voices and the occasional click of a pen. The boardroom is occupied by some of the executives needed for the Tanaka project. Mark from marketing, Priya from finance, two senior VPs, and the legal team lead. With the Tanaka merger done and contracts sealed in Tokyo, this meeting is to sort out post-signing alignment, timelines, and the first wave of integration planning.I should be focused. I’m supposed to be leading the cultural alignment piece now.Instead, I’m dying.The small, curved vibrator Damien slipped inside me this morning—after I’d confessed, half-joking, half-curious, that I’d looked at one online weeks ago—has been on low simmer since we left the apartment. Every time I shift in the leather chair, it presses deeper, reminding me exactly where he wants my attention.He sits at the head of the table, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his ring finger resting casually on the glass surface. The black band on