Semua Bab My Dark Obsession for My Best Friend's Dad : Bab 61 - Bab 67

The boardroom was built to intimidate.Long.Minimal.Expensive in a way that didn’t need to announce itself.A single slab of dark wood stretched down the center, polished to a mirror finish. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one side, framing Manhattan in sharp, geometric precision.Everything about the space said one thing:Power lived here.And at the head of the tableJulian Vance owned it.“…we move forward with the Singapore acquisition in Q3,” Julian was saying, his tone calm, controlled, final. “Delay is not an option.”No one interrupted.No one questioned.A few board members nodded, others scribbled notes they probably wouldn’t need later. Because when Julian spoke, decisions didn’t get debated.They got executed.That was the culture.That was the system.And it had worked perfectly until now.The doors swung open.Not violently.Not dramatically.But enough to break the rhythm of the room.Every head turned.Julian didn’t at least not immediately.He finished his sentence f

The house had learned to hold its breath.That was the only way to survive it.The Vance mansion once a place of calculated quiet and controlled luxury now felt… different.Charged.Like the air before a storm that refused to break.Staff moved carefully.Doors closed softer.Voices dropped lower.Because everyone could feel itSomething was wrong at the top.Julian and Elena Vance no longer lived together.Not really.They occupied the same space.Shared the same rooms.Slept in the same bed.But everything in betweenEvery glance, every word, every touchCarried weight.Carried intention.Carried risk.It wasn’t a marriage.It was a battlefield.And neither of them had any intention of surrendering.That night, the house was quiet in a way that felt deliberate.Julian noticed it the moment he stepped inside.No music.No distant movement.No sign of Elena.He loosened his tie slowly as he walked through the living room, his gaze sweeping the space.Empty.Too empty.His jaw tightene

The wind off the Hudson was colder than it should have been.Sharp.Persistent.It cut through fabric, through skin settling somewhere deeper, somewhere harder to ignore.Chloe barely reacted to it.She stood at the edge of the pier in Jersey City, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her gaze fixed on the skyline across the water.Manhattan glowed.Alive.Untouchable.And at the center of itLike something carved out of glass and powerstood Vance Global Tower.Her father’s empire.Elena’s new throne.Chloe swallowed slowly.It still didn’t feel real sometimes.That Elena Elena was up there.Not as a guest.Not as a victim.But as someone who belonged.Someone who had… survived.Her grip tightened around her phone.The screen had long gone dark, but she didn’t let go.Like the information inside it might disappear if she did.“She’s pregnant.”Her voice was quiet.Carried easily by the wind.But it didn’t tremble.Not anymore.Sameer stood beside her, hands tucked into his coat

The silence didn’t break.It stretched thin, fragile, dangerous like something that might snap if anyone dared to breathe too loudly.“I am in love with Julian.”The words didn’t just echo in the room. They settled. Heavy. Permanent. Like something carved into stone rather than spoken out loud.Chloe stared at her.For a moment, she didn’t move at all. No anger, no sarcasm, no sharp comeback waiting at the edge of her tongue. Just stillness and then the smallest fracture in her expression, like something inside her had slipped out of place.“You’re lying,” she said.But it didn’t land. Not the way her words usually did. There was no confidence in it, no venom just disbelief trying to survive.Elena didn’t rush to defend herself. She didn’t soften the moment or try to explain it away. Her fingers remained intertwined with Julian’s, steady, deliberate.“I’m not,” she said. Why would I?He takes care of me, he's loaded, obsessed over me and most importantly great in bed, what's not to li