A MADMAN'S OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The moment Rafael disappeared through the front doors, Marceline felt relieved.Just the absence of his presence already felt like liberty.Like a hand that had been gripping her throat had finally lifted, though she knew it would come back any second.She lowered her eyes to the flowers, forcing herself to breathe slowly not realizing that the waiter was still there.“Ma’am.”Marceline looked up startled, a little embarrassed.The waiter stood there with a smile.Then, he leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice.“Ma’am,” he said gently, “I do not wish to frighten you. But may I ask you something?”Marceline blinked, caught off guard by the shift in tone.“Yes?”The waiter held her gaze.“Do you wish to be free?”The words struck her she almost forgot how to breathe.Free.The word felt like a luxury. Her fingers tightened around the stems of the bouquet feeling her hope rise.But then caution crushed it.Her eyes flicked toward the entrance where Rafael had gone. He could return

“And besides,” she added with a small, warm smile, “a dangerous man who repays kindness with this much care… can’t be that terrible.”Regan’s expression softened.“Very well, miss. I shall leave you to your peace.”He gave a respectful nod before turning away, while Donovan followed closely behind.The moment the doors slid shut behind them, Regan walked a few steps down the hallway only to find Alexzandrei standing there.He hadn’t gone far. His arms were folded while keeping his expression carefully neutral.He clearly heard the conversation.Regan’s lips slowly curved into a wide, knowing grin.“She is a keeper, sir.”For a fraction of a second, Alexzandrei looked like a man caught off guard. The faint tension in his jaw betrayed him, and the usual cold distance in his eyes had softened.“…She is,” he admitted quietly.Then, as if remembering himself, his tone returned to its usual authority.“Make sure she has everything she needs,” he continued. “Anything she asks for, anything s

Rafael had been staring at the same page for nearly ten minutes.The numbers no longer made sense. The paragraphs blurred, the legal language dissolving into lines that refused to hold their meaning. He leaned back slightly, pressing his thumb against the bridge of his nose as tension settled heavily behind his eyes.It had been two days.Two days since Marceline ran away that night. Two days of unanswered calls. Two days of coming home to a silence that felt unfamiliar and almost hostile.At first, he told himself she only needed time. Marceline had always been emotional, easily overwhelmed. She would calm down. She would come back. She had nowhere else to go.But she didn’t.And now...Rafael's brows furrowed as he reached for his phone again, though he already knew what he would see.But this time, he tried calling Trisha.His jaw tightened.Yesterday, he had gone to the condominium he bought for her and their son, hoping to apologize after their heated argument. But he ended up co

“No. Go back to your room,” he said.The door remained only slightly open, with his body still hidden behind it as though the narrow space between them was a boundary he had no intention of crossing.Marceline stared at the gap for a moment, then let out a breath and placed her hand against the door.“Let me in,” she said, more firmly this time.She pushed. But the door did not move.He was holding it from the other side so easily and effortlessly. No matter how much pressure she applied, the wood didn’t budge even an inch.Frustration crept into her chest.“Zandrei—”“Marceline.”He suddenly interrupted. The way he said her name stopped her.It wasn’t loud.It wasn’t angry.But it was commanding and it made her flinch. Her hand remained pressed against the door, her fingers slowly curling against the wood as her thoughts began to spiral.Had she offended him that night more than she realized?Was it because she had reminded him she was still married?Did the fact that she belonged t

[Warning: Mature content, strong language, and NSFW scenes. 18+ recommended.]A guttural groan ripped from Zandrei's chest. It was the sound of a starving man finally presented with a feast. He crushed her mouth under his, into a desperate, bruising kiss that tasted of hunger and days of suppressed longing. His hands moved recklessly, with one tangling in her hair to angle her head just right, and the other gripping her hip to press her against his rigid length. He devoured her. His tongue began claiming every inch of her mouth as if he could memorize her taste. "I've imagined this every single night," he breathed against her lips between fierce kisses. "Every fucking night. You taste even better than my dreams."He backed her toward the bed without breaking the kiss, their bodies stumbling together in raw need. When her legs hit the mattress, he broke away only to rip her nightdress over her head in one fluid motion, the fabric tearing slightly in his haste. He ripped her thongs a