Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Price, His Obssession (Erotic billionaire/ dark Romance): Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The hall was brimming. Guests filled the space, laughter and warm chatter blending with the beauty of the decorations as everyone congratulated the newlyweds.Lucian walked into the venue with a scowl on his face. He hadn’t seen Bella since returning from his so-called meeting. He suspected she was with Maria and forced himself to remain calm.“Mr. Rodriguez, it’s so good to see you here,” a woman said brightly as she approached him.He smiled effortlessly. “Nice to see you, Miss Anita,” he replied, pulling her into a brief side hug, like a gentleman.Backstage, Bella waited for Maria’s cue. She peeked through the curtains and spotted Lucian deep in conversation with a woman, smiling at her softly, almost lovingly. An unexpected pang tightened her chest. She quickly looked away when she noticed Maria stepping onto the stage.“Everyone, may I have your attention,” Maria said, beaming. “My brand has grown beyond what I ever imagined, and I owe so much of that to my husband…my life, my w

Lucian didn’t hesitate.The moment the door closed, he shoved Bella hard onto the bed.She scrambled backward, wrapping her arms around herself, shaking with fear.“Why are you doing this to me?” she sobbed. “What have I ever done to you? I want my life back.” Her voice broke. “I’ll tell everyone what you really are… a beast… a heartless , two faced tyrant.”He didn’t bother answering her questions, his hand simply shot out, closing around her throat, squeezing like he meant to kill her.“What life do you want back?” he snarled. “That poor, raped excuse of a life? I thought you said you loved Zara. Is this how weak your love for her is? You’re lying to a child. That’s all women do…lie.”Bella cried hoarsely. “I didn’t lie… let me go. You’re hurting me.” She clawed at his wrist, gasping. “I can take care of her myself. Just let me go. Take your money, I don't want it anymore. I’d rather be poor than stay with you. I can’t stand you.”Her voice cracked completely.“I hate you.”Lucian f

“You raped the mother of your child,” the reporter said loudly. “And when she gave birth, you paid doctors to release a fake letter …one claimed to be written by her, naming you as the father. All so you could trend, play the saint, and take the baby. You stripped a poor woman of her child, declared her dead… while she is very much alive.”Bella gasped, staring at Lucian in shock.“Who told you that?” Lucian demanded sharply. “I have never done such a thing.”Bella felt torn apart inside. Was what Margaret told her a lie? But Margaret would never lie… right?“Move out of the way,” security barked, pushing people aside.“This is wrong, Mr. Rodriguez. Our trust in you is broken,” voices from the crowd shouted.Lucian’s jaw tightened. He hated when his reputation was questioned. He needed to get to the root of this…fast.“Lucian Rodriguez, give me back my daughter!”The cry cut through the chaos.Bella instinctively tightened her hold on Zara, frozen as she searched for the voice.A beau

Bella understood exactly what he meant. He wanted to chain her here. To fuck her whenever the mood struck him. To own her body on his schedule. She shoved him hard in the chest. “I will never be that woman. What do you take me for…an emotional doormat? Some pathetic, money-hungry slut who’ll spread her legs for a controlling bastard who already has a fiancée? I’m not cheap, I’m not broken, and I’m definitely not yours. Get that through your skull, Mr. Lucian Rodriguez.”. She reached for the door. Before she could yank it open, Lucian slammed her back against the wood, caged her there with his body, and twisted the key in the lock, then flung it across the room. “You can’t fight this, Bella.” His voice was a mix of honey and danger. “You’re weak for my touch. Weak for me.” He captured both her wrists in one large hand and pinned them above her head. His hips rolled forward, the hard length of his cock pressing against her ass through their clothes. Bella let out a bitter

“There is no survival rate for that level of cancer,” Margaret said quietly. “I was once admitted to the hospital myself when I fell ill. That’s when I overheard the doctors talking about a rare case, the only one in the ward. A pregnant woman who needed an emergency C-section while struggling with advanced cancer.” Margaret paused, her voice heavy. “I saw her in a wheelchair. Her face was dry and hollow, unrecognizable. She looked like she was already halfway gone. The cancer had stripped away her youth, her beauty… everything. And yet, that same woman brought Zara into this world.” Bella’s chest tightened. “She died shortly after,” Margaret continued. “Just like I told you before. That part is the truth.” “After the media drama and Zara was brought home, I asked questions about what happened to her mother at the hospital and the doctors confirmed everything but i don’t remember much of her face because the sickness had changed her too much.” Margaret lifted her eyes to