Semua Bab MY WILD OBSESSION : Bab 111 - Bab 120

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN~ His voice cuts through the silence before I can even find the right words. “Do you know how much I have had to defend you?” he says, not looking at me at first. “I kept telling myself I should give you time… that I shouldn’t pressure you.” He exhales slowly, the smoke drifting upward. “I was even planning to suggest we see a doctor together. A proper check-up. Do things the right way.” The weight of that lands heavily in my chest. I step forward slightly, my voice unsteady. “I’m really—” “Shut it.” The words hit harder than if he had shouted them. They are sharp and final. I nod immediately, swallowing everything I was about to say. I stay quiet, because I know, if the roles were reversed, I would feel just as betrayed. Maybe worse. So I understand. That doesn’t make it hurt any less. He finally stands slowly and deliberately. And when he looks at me, his eyes narrow slightly, like he is trying to see through me, past me, into

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN~ HARDIN’S POV By the time I finish the board meeting with the foreign investors interested in partnering with my chemical industrial company, my patience is already running thin. I stand, adjusting my suit as I exchange firm handshakes with each of them, maintaining the composure they expect from a man in my position. “Looking forward to working together,” one of them says. I nod once, giving him the version of me they understand. Professional, calculated, and unmoved. When they leave, I turn to the rest of the room, addressing the staff and the manager who will be handling things in my absence. My voice is steady, authoritative, but my mind is somewhere else entirely. I was planning to walk away from the family business. All of it. I was done with the secret deals and the illegal work. I was tired of the blood, the constant stress, and having to control everything. I wanted out. My plan was to focus on this company instead. I wa

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN~ HARDIN’S POV I stare at her name on my screen for a second longer than I should. Then I lock the phone and slide it back into my pocket. The door opens almost immediately after, and Andrew walks in, dragging a man behind him like dead weight. Three of my men follow, their presence filling the room with something heavier than before. The man is barely holding himself together. Blood covers his face, dried in some places, fresh in others. One eye is swollen shut, his lips split, his breathing uneven like every inhale hurts. Andrew lets go of him and shoves him forward. He crashes to the floor, barely catching himself. “Boss,” Andrew says, steady and clinical. “He’s been softened up.” I say nothing, just watching. “He confessed,” Andrew continues. “He’s the one who passed information to the people who ambushed our men in the south.” Silence drops into the room. “A traitor…” I repeat slowly, my voice low, controlled. “In my club?

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN~I step out of the car, and the air is thick. It’s not just the heat, it’s the sound. Moans come from every direction, echoing off the pavement and the parked cars. It’s loud, raw, and completely unapologetic.I turn to the security guard who drove us here, my voice tight. "Do you have any idea what’s happening? Is it like this every night?"He clears his throat, looking everywhere but at me. "I’m sorry, ma’am. I don't know the specifics, but it’s called a 'sin party.'”"Hmm." I try to process that, but Cassie is already pulling at my arm, desperate to get inside.I glance to my left and see a guy on top of a car, his body moving fast and hard against a woman in the shadows. They don't even seem to care that people are watching. I look away and finally head toward the entrance.I’ve spent enough time working at a club to think I’d seen it all, but this is on another level. This isn't just a party, it’s wild and risky. One wrong move and the cops would

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN~ AMELIA Hardin catches me from behind before I can take another step. His arm locks firmly around my waist, dragging me back against the hard line of his chest before I can reach anyone else or cause more damage. “You both leave. Now.” His voice cuts through the room with absolute authority. The two ladies rush to gather their robes, all confidence gone. The one I struck lets out a sharp groan, clutching the side of her head as she hurries after the other. The moment the door closes behind them, I struggle again. “Leave me alone,” I snap, trying to pry his arm away. But Hardin only tightens his hold. “Calm down, Amelia.” His voice is lower now, rougher. He lowers his head to the side of my neck, his breath warm against my skin as if he is trying to steady both me and the chaos he created. “This is what you wanted?” I fire back, chest rising and falling quickly. “To push me until I did something crazy?” My pulse pounds