Todos los capítulos de Twisted Obsession: The Billionaires Virgin Bride: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

DANTEI watch Aria disappear into her office with Katya shadowing her, and I feel that familiar rage building in my chest.Emma and James are already moving forward with what ever they have in plan.And I'm supposed to wait, watch, without reacting, just because I want Aria to learn some hard lessons.Fuck that.I call Viktor from my office. "I want eyes on Emma and James. Constantly, I want invasive surveillance. I want to know every conversation, every move, every plan.""Some of that requires warrants—""I don't care. Find a way. Hire whoever you need to hire, pay whatever you need to pay. But I want to know what they're planning before they do it.""Understood. I'll coordinate with our surveillance team." He pauses. "Boss, there's something else. The private investigator Emma met with—David Torres—he has connections to some very dangerous people. If she's hired him for more than just information gathering...""Then we need to know about it. Can you get to Torres? Find out what Emm

DANTEThe air surrounding us felt thick, charged with the residue of betrayal that clung to us like smoke.Aria moved through the space like a ghost, her bare feet silent on the cool marble. She paused at the bedroom door, her hand lingering on the frame, her shoulders slumped under the weight of it all. I watched her from the hall, the city lights casting long shadows across her face, turning her eyes into dark pools of exhaustion and fury."Come here," I said, my voice low and roughened by the knot in my throat. She turned, and for a moment, I saw the fracture in her...the girl who'd trusted too much, now hardening into something unbreakable. But tonight, I didn't want her hard. I wanted her undone. Safe and mine.She crossed to me without a word, and I pulled her close again and wrapped my arms around her waist like a vice. Her body melted against mine, her soft curves pressing into the hard lines of my chest. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the faint scent of jasmine and ra

DANTEViktor is quiet for a long moment, thinking through logistics."Yes," he says finally. "But it will require extensive preparation.""Then start preparing. I want this in place within forty-eight hours.""What about Mrs. Ashford? She'll need to be part of this.""I'll handle Aria." I check the time—4:47 AM. "She's going to hate this plan.""Because it puts her at risk?""Because it requires her to trust me completely. To play bait while I orchestrate everything from behind the scenes." I think about the conversation we're about to have. "She's going to want more control, more say in how this unfolds.""And will you give it to her?"Good question.Aria is strong, capable, fierce. But this is my world... power plays, strategic manipulation, and orchestrated takedowns. This is what I do."I'll give her as much control as I can without compromising her safety," I say finally. "But Viktor, if it comes down to her autonomy versus her survival, I'm choosing survival every time.""Unders

ARIA"They didn't plan it, but they know. And they're not stopping it." More tears fall down her cheeks. "They chose the money over you. Over their own daughter."The pain of that revelation cuts deeper than I expected."I need to go," I say, standing."Promise me you won't go tonight. Promise me you'll stay safe.""I promise I'll be careful." I grab my purse. "And Vivienne? If this is another manipulation, if you're playing me right now, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison.""I'm not playing you. I swear on everything I am, I'm trying to help." She stands too. "Be safe, sister. Please."I leave without another word, Katya and Dmitri flanking me immediately as I exit the coffee shop.In the car, I call Dante."Did you get all that?" I ask."Every word. Viktor's analyzing everything." He pauses. "It could be genuine. Or it could be a very convincing performance.""What does your gut say?""My gut says she's scared. Really scared. Whether it's because she's genuin

DANTEIn the surveillance van, I watch Aria and Vivienne return to the dining room through multiple camera angles."Torres is getting nervous," Viktor observes, pointing to a screen. "He knows the poison plan failed. He might be waiting for an opportunity to use the knife.""Where's Dmitri?""Still at his table. Ready to move at your signal." Viktor adjusts the audio feed. "But boss, something's wrong. Torres keeps looking at the exits. I think he's considering aborting.""Vivienne spooked him. He knows she's trying to stop it." I lean closer to the monitors. "If he runs, we lose our evidence.""If he runs, Mrs. Ashford is safe.""For now. But they'll just try again. Different method, different time." I watch Torres's hand drift toward his jacket, where the knife is concealed. "We need him to make a move.""With Mrs. Ashford in the room? That's too dangerous.""She has the panic button. The moment he moves, we extract her." But even as I say it, I'm not sure. Torres is a professional.