All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO~“When I was working at the club, I had to step in a few times,” I say. “Men would get into situations they couldn't bring to a hospital, and I was the only one who knew how to patch them up. My grandmother was a retired doctor; she made sure I knew my way around a wound before I could even drive.”I lean in and press a kiss to his lips—soft, quick, and light, before pulling back to meet his gaze. “You can’t take a bath, but I’m going to clean you up,” I tell him, my voice leaving no room for debate. “Sit.”To my surprise, he simply raises his hands in a silent gesture of surrender and sits back without a single word of argument. I move with a practiced efficiency, clearing away the bloodied tools and disposal materials as if this were a normal occurrence, as if treating a bullet wound were just another part of our nightly routine.When I return to him with a bowl of warm water, he is watching me with a heavy, quiet intensity that follows every move I make

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR~“Good morning, beautiful… I saw that you’re awake.”His voice comes through low and smooth, like nothing ever happened last night. Like I didn’t pull fragments of a bullet out of him.I frown slightly, sitting up straighter.“Saw me from where?”There’s a pause.Then—“You’ve forgotten my little friend already?”Before I can ask what he means, something moves at the edge of my bed.I turn, and there it is.The small robot. Rolling toward me like it’s here on a mission. I stare at it with a smirk.“I thought I killed that thing the last time,” I mutter, giving it a look.He chuckles softly through the phone.“Well, if turning it off counts as killing… then I guess it survived.”I shake my head, exhaling quietly before leaning back against the headboard.“Shouldn’t you be resting?” I ask, my tone shifting. “You need to heal properly, Hardin.”“This?” he says lightly. “This is nothing. I’ve had worse. And… thank you for last night. I feel fine. No pain.”I

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX~I walk past him toward the bedroom, already loosening the tension in my shoulders, but I pause the moment I step inside.Someone is in there.Tia steps out from the entrance of the walk-in closet, her hands clasped neatly behind her back."Welcome home, Sir. I was just attending to Madam’s purchases," she says, her head bowed respectfully.Hardin doesn’t respond. He simply walks past her, his presence quiet but commanding as he moves further into the room.“It’s fine,” I say, glancing at her. “Make us pasta for dinner. You can go.”She bows slightly. “Yes, ma’am.”Then she leaves, closing the door softly behind her.I turn back. Hardin is already seated on the bed, adjusting his tie as if he’s reached his limit for drama.I drop my handbag on the vanity and walk toward him, my gaze fixed on his as I move slowly and deliberately.I stop right in front of him, standing between his thighs, and take the tie from his hands before he can finish with it himself.

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT~ AMELIA’S POV I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.“I’m evil?” I repeat, my voice calm, but edged enough to cut through her nonsense.I take a step toward her.“I haven’t even shown you how evil I can be,” I add, my gaze locked on hers. “Because, girl… I can be that kind of bitch you never see coming.”Something shifts. Subtle, but I catch it.A flicker of something new crosses Hardin’s expression, a look that says he’s seeing a side of me he never expected. And maybe, just maybe, he likes it.“Why are you quiet now?” I press, my voice rising just enough to carry. “You walk into this house, disrespect me, insult my friend, and now you’re standing here throwing accusations—”“I’m not making anything up,” Ivy cuts in, her tone tight.I turn fully to her, closing the space between us.“Then say it,” I fire back immediately. “Say exactly what you think I’m hiding.”The room goes still.Cassie shifts beside me, tense, ready if things go left.Hardin doe

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN~ AMELIA’S POV Valentina looks like she wants to keep going, like she isn’t done tearing into me yet, but Ivy stops her. She reaches for her, low voice, controlled, almost amused as she tells her not to waste her time. “There’s no point,” Ivy murmurs, glancing at me with quiet satisfaction. “I already have him where I want him.” My heart skips, not because I believe her, but because of the timing… the way she says it right after everything she just exposed. Valentina exhales sharply, still glaring at me, but she lets herself be pulled away. The two of them turn and walk upstairs together, their footsteps echoing until the sound fades into the silence they leave behind. The house feels different now. I turn to Cassie, my hands coming up to my head as I press my fingers against my temples. Hardin was never supposed to find out at all. Not until I was ready,,” I say, my voice low and strained. She shakes her head immediately, guilt written