All Chapters of TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DAMIEN I set my wine glass down with a soft clink on the coffee table. The sound is sharp in the quiet penthouse. Elara watches me, her eyes dark and intense, her wine glass still cradled in her hands like a shield. “You’re strong,” I repeat, “and you’re mine.” I cup her face in my hands, stroking my thumbs on her cheekbones, feeling the softness of her skin. She leans into the touch, her lashes fluttering, and breath catching in a small, needy sound that goes straight to my cock. Then I kiss her. Not the claiming, possessive kiss I gave her earlier. This is slower, my lips brush against hers like a question, then I press firmer when she opens for me. My tongue strokes hers in languid sweeps, tasting the red wine and her own sweetness, coaxing a soft moan from her throat. Heat blooms low in my belly, and spread outward. Her hands slide up my chest feeling the hard muscle, and the rapid thud of my heart. The oversized shirt she’s wearing, rides up as she shifts closer, fab

DAMIENHayes's team hits the building like a SWAT unit."Miss Blake's phone signal is in the building, fifteenth floor," one of them reports. "But there's movement in the stairwell.""Split up and find her." My voice doesn't sound like my own. "Now."I take the stairs three at a time, heading up. Something tells me she'd go up, not down. Higher ground holds the strategic advantage.Smart girl.At floor eighteen, I hear voices shouting. A woman's scream that makes my vision turn red.That's Elara.I burst through the stairwell door onto the roof.Lucas has her backed against the edge, his hand around her throat. Her face is bloody, her lip split, but her eyes...her eyes are fierce, furious, and unbroken."Let her go." My voice is deadly calm.Lucas turns, and when he sees me, he smiles. "Damien. Perfect timing. You can watch me take back what's mine.""She was never yours.""She was mine first! Before you seduced her, manipulated her, turned her into your whore...""I am not a whore!"

ELARAI can see the shift in Damien's expression, from protective fear to that predatory look he has when he becomes interested in messing someone up."What are you thinking?" I ask.He sets down the phone and comes to sit beside me on the bed. "Lucas is hunting you. That makes you prey, which puts you in a position of weakness.""I don't feel weak...""I know you don't. But he thinks you are. He thinks he can take you from me." Damien's smile is cold. "So we're going to let him think he's winning. Then we're going to destroy him.""You want to use me as bait.""I want to use us both as bait. But we will be strategic about it." He cups my face. "Lucas is emotional and irrational. He'll make mistakes. We just need to create the right circumstances.""And what circumstances are those?""We go about our lives. Publicly. You go to work, and I go to the office. We act like we're trying to maintain normalcy despite the threat." His thumb strokes my cheekbone. "But we're never actually vulner

DAMIENHayes clears his throat. "Sir, we've triangulated the last three calls to Elena. They all originated from a two-block radius in Williamsburg. It is a heavy industrial area with lots of abandoned buildings. Perfect place to hide.""Send a team. I want discrete surveillance only. If they spot him, they watch but don't engage." I stand and help Elara to her feet. "I want to know his base of operations, his patterns, and his vulnerabilities. Everything."I turn to Elara and cup her face in my hands. "How much did Elena tell you about his plans?""That he wants to take me, make you watch, and then kill you. He has a gun." She forces her voice to be steady, but I can hear the tremor underneath. "She said he's obsessed. That this isn't about love or even revenge anymore. It's about possession. About proving he can take what you have.""Then he fundamentally misunderstands who you belong to." I pull her close, let her feel the solid warmth of my body, and the certainty of my protection

DAMIENAn hour later, I'm in the boardroom with my executive team, but my mind is split between quarterly projections and the operation unfolding across the city.My phone vibrates silently. A text from Macklin: Target acquired. Visual confirmation. Standing by for orders.I tap out a response: Observe him only. I want information on his patterns, contacts, and vulnerabilities. Do not engage him without my authorization.Understood."Mr. Cross?" Harrison, my CFO, looks at me expectantly. "Your thoughts on the quarterly forecast?"I haven't heard a word he's said for the last five minutes."The numbers are acceptable, but we can do better. Push the Asian markets harder; they're underperforming by fifteen percent." I lean back in my chair. "I want a revised strategy by the end of the week.""Yes, sir."The meeting went on about market analysis, competitor assessments, and budget allocations. The machinery of empire that usually energizes me feels pointless right now. All I can think abo