Lahat ng Kabanata ng Vows Of Obsession: The Billionaire Bride : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Paris had a way of doing that, pulling at the heart, whispering promises of love and longing beneath its glittering lights. It wanted you to fall in love. To be loved. And for Benita McCracken, Paris would become the place where she did both, with the most unexpected man. Benita had wanted to stay back. She had insisted on it, actually. The company had just secured a project worth fifty billion dollars, and walking away now felt reckless. She wanted to oversee everything, ensure the foundation was solid before anyone celebrated. But her father hadn’t listened. He had summoned her to his office that morning, his voice warm with pride even before she stepped inside. “Benny, you made this possible…again,” he said, smiling as he rose from his chair. The pride on his face was unmistakable. “Dad, we made it possible,” Benita replied. “McCracken Industrials wouldn’t have won without your contribution as the owner.” “Take the credit, child,” he said, pulling her into a firm, fatherly h

The kiss sent shock after shock through her entire being. She almost buckled but he grabbed her by the waist, holding her closer.The kiss was hot, urgent, as though he needed her lips to breathe, to survive. The pressure of his mouth against hers stole the air from her lungs. She whimpered softly, fingers curling into his shirt as she pulled him closer. He responded instantly, as if that small gesture was all the permission he needed.When he finally pulled back, he looked at her with eyes darkened by desire, desire she believe she had caused.“My hotel is very close to here,” he said.All she could do was nod.He hailed a cab, and when she tried to protest, he gave her a crooked smile. “Are you sure you can make it to the car? Because I can’t.”Her cheeks burned as she realized exactly what he meant. Her legs were still shaking from the kiss. He opened the door for her, then slid in beside her.“La Bourdonnais, please,” he told the driver.She smiled to herself. The same hotel she w

Three months had passed, yet Benita’s father had not shown a single sign of recovery. He remained alive only because machines willed it so—tubes, monitors, artificial breaths. A man suspended between worlds.The company was no better.Benita had tried everything, meetings, negotiations, silent deals, anything to keep McCracken Industrials afloat before it completely plummeted. She worked day and night to ensure the media stayed blind to the situation. One leak, on social media, and the stocks would crash beyond repair.She had even reached out to Blackwell Holdings.Surely, if Damien could be brought into an understanding, it could stabilize things. But every attempt failed. No calls returned. No responses. Maybe he hadn’t come back from Paris.Paris.She paused while fastening her earrings, a small smile touching her lips despite everything. She had left without a goodbye, without explanations but the memory of that night had carried her through dark days. Damien had been a good love

The club emptied slowly, men leaving with satisfied smiles, murmured deals, and glasses still half full. No one looked at Benita as they passed, not out of shame, but because they didn’t have to anymore.The auction was over.She was no longer a possibility.She was owned.Rafe was the first to move, of course.He strutted toward Damien like a man who had just pulled off the cleverest gamble of his life.“Mr. Blackwell,” he said, extending his hand with a grin that made Benita’s stomach twist.Damien didn’t even acknowledge him.He walked straight past Rafe and stopped in front of Benita.“Ms. McCracken.”Her name on his tongue felt intimate. “I’m sorry about your father.”She laughed. coldly“That’s it?” she asked. “That’s what you say after buying my life?”Their eyes locked for the first time in three months.He looked exactly the same.Cold. Controlled. Beautiful in a way that made hatred complicated.“It’s been what?” she continued, voice sharp as glass. “Two months? Three?”“Th

Damien left the room angry.His new wife was stubborn, annoyingly so. This one would take time to tame, and Damien Blackwell had never been a man who accepted no for an answer. He was genuinely sorry about her father’s death, about everything she was being forced to endure, but even so, guilt gnawed at him. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone through with the marriage.But too much was at stake now.His instincts wouldn’t quiet. Something about Benita’s life felt fragile, threatened. Her stepbrother, Damien especially, didn’t trust him. Not for a second.Watching her walk out of the mansion, drained and almost breakable, twisted something deep in him. He reached to open the car door for her, but she got there first. When he tried again, she forcefully shut it back.“Let me,” he said.She looked defiant, chin lifted, and Damien wasn’t in the mood to indulge her rebellion.She climbed into the car, leaving her suitcase by the door. Damien gave a low smile, picked it up, and placed it in the bo