MY WILD OBSESSION 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE~ AMELIA I sob again, the sound ugly and guttural. Hardin pulls me closer instantly, his big hand rubbing slow circles on my back. His touch is careful, like I might shatter. “I ran out,” I continue, gasping. “But he called me back in, calm as anything, like I’d just seen him eating cereal. ‘Pretend you saw nothing,’ he said. From then on… it got worse. He’d get Mom really drunk, until she was almost unconscious on the couch. He’d put on porn right there in the living room and… touch me while she was right beside us. I’d scream for her, beg her to wake up, but she was so wasted she couldn’t even hear me. I was scared to tell her. He said he’d kill her if I did. I believed him.” My breathing turns shallow, chest tight like a vice. I hold onto my chest as if I can keep my heart from exploding. Hardin’s eyes are clouded with pain, but his face stays strong, jaw set. He brushes damp strands of hair from my forehead. “Hey… it’s okay. Let

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE~ AMELIA I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that by yourself,” he whispers, his lips brushing my temple. One large hand cradles the back of my head, fingers threaded gently through my hair. “You never deserved any of it. Not one second. Those bastards… they’re so fucking lucky they’re already dead. Because if they weren’t, I would’ve made sure their end was slow and painful. I would’ve made them feel every bit of the fear and hurt they put you through.” I slowly pull back until we’re face to face, our noses almost touching. His dark eyes are red-rimmed, glistening with unshed tears and fierce love. Our breaths mingle in the small space between us. “My nightmares…” I start, my voice hoarse from crying. “They never stopped. Not really. They followed me for years, every night, those hands, those voices, the fear.” I pause as the realization hits me like warm sunlight breaking through storm clouds. My eyes widen slightly. “And co

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE~ AMELIA “Is it your father?” I ask. A muscle shifts in his jaw. “Partly.” He pauses for a second. “And partly the governor election issue. Blake’s father already switched sides after I backed out from supporting him, and I need to settle a score with another underground family named the Marcellos.” I stare at him carefully. “You’re really going to war with everyone at once.” A dry laugh leaves him. “I’ve been at war my whole life, Amelia.” The way he says it makes my chest ache. “But this time is different,” he continues quietly. “Now I actually have something to lose.” His eyes drop briefly to my stomach. Silence settles between us for a moment before he leans forward again, brushing his thumb gently beneath my eye. “It’s a fight that can’t be avoided anymore. My father already sees me as a problem, and this situation with Ivy’s family only made things worse.” His jaw tightens slightly. “The family business is darker tha

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN~ AMELIA Hardin’s big hand slides up my back, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer. “Fuck, Amelia…” The sound vibrates through his chest. “How did you do it?” he asks, voice already strained. I sit up on his waist, straddling him, and brush my long hair back over my shoulder. “Do what?” I ask innocently, even as I feel his cock twitching beneath me through his sweatpants. “How did you end up making me so obsessed with you?” His eyes are dark, hungry, locked on mine like he’s drowning in me. I giggle softly, the sound turning into a teasing hum as I slide my body down his, dragging my boobs along his chest until my face hovers right above his waistband. Looking up at him with a wicked little smile, I murmur, “Because I have no duplicate. I’m Amelia Massimo.” I hook my fingers into his sweatpants and tug them down just enough. His thick, heavy cock springs free, already rock-hard and pulsing. “Oh… I found my huge sn

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE~ AMELIA After making love, I lie on Hardin’s chest with the duvet tangled around our naked bodies while his fingers move slowly through my hair. The room smells like us, warm skin, sweat, and the faint scent of the vanilla candle grandma left burning earlier. His lips brush my forehead every few minutes like he’s making sure I’m still there. And the whole time, half asleep, I keep whispering the same thing against his skin. “Please come back to me.” Each time I say it, his arms only tighten around me. “I will,” he whispers back every single time. At some point exhaustion pulls me under. When I wake up again, soft sunlight is already pouring through the curtains, stretching across the bed and my bare legs under the duvet. The room is quiet. My hand reaches across the sheets instinctively, but the other side of the bed is empty and cold already. Hardin is gone. For a few seconds I just stay there staring at the ceiling,