All Chapters of His velvet obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

62 Chapters

Chapter 1- He's back

PROLOGUE: The Point of No Return The silk of my gown felt like a second skin, but Xavier’s hands felt like fire. We were in the library, the heavy oak doors locked against a house full of people who thought we were family. Outside, the gala hummed the clinking of champagne flutes, the soft orchestra, my father’s booming laugh. But inside, the air was thick with a sin I couldn’t take back. "Astrid," he groaned against the hollow of my throat. His voice wasn’t the one I grew up with. It was dark. Hungry. Rougher than the silk slipping off my shoulder. "Look at me."I did. And in his eyes, I didn't see the stepbrother who had been gone for three years. I saw Xavier Mattoe a man who had been waiting a lifetime to break me. "We can’t," I whispered, even as I arched into him, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Xavier, if they find us… my father will kill you. Your father doesn’t own you anymore," he rasped, his grip tightening on my waist, pulling me flush against the hard, dema

Chapter 2- Eighteen now

The SUV was late. I’d been standing by the window so long my forehead left a greasy smudge on the glass. I didn’t wipe it off. I just stood there, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve until my thumb went numb. Then, the sound of tires on gravel. Gritty. Loud. I didn't breathe. I just watched that black hunk of metal roll up the drive like it owned the dirt. It looked out of place. This house was all white stone and pruned roses, and that car looked like something that lived in an alleyway. The door opened. My heart did this stupid, jagged little skip in my throat. I hated it. I hated him before he even stepped out. It was Xavier. But it wasn't. Three years ago, he was a kid with a bad attitude and skinny ribs. This guy? This guy was solid. He stood up and the sun seemed to get blocked out. He was wearing a suit, sure, but it looked like he wanted to rip out of it. He looked Good.i hate to admit that. He didn't look at the front door. He looked up. Right at me. I di

Chapter 3 - A surprise?

Martha pressed the teacup into my hand like it was a peace offering. “It’s nothing, child.” It felt like everything. I climbed the stairs anyway, legs heavy, pulse racing. The study door loomed at the end of the hall. Before I could knock, their voices leaked through the wood — low, sharp, dangerous. the Russians are coming tonight.” clear the board before they arrive. Bratva doesn’t forgive debts. My stomach plummeted. Russia. Bratva. Clearing the board. The words slammed together like bullets. I knocked anyway. Come in. The moment I stepped inside, the air thickened. Xavier’s dark gaze snapped to me like a whip. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Those eyes stripped me bare, slow and deliberate, promising every filthy thing he’d whispered on the stairs. Father glanced between us, voice flat. “She’s your sister.” Xavier’s lips curved — not a smile, a threat. “Of course she is.” I set the tray down with shaking hands. “Tea.” Father barely looked at it. “Go get dressed. Sm

Chapter 4 - Don't disobey me.

I stood frozen, my emerald dress suddenly feeling like a neon sign in a dark room. Was this for me? Or was I just the prop he needed to close a deal? Before I could retreat into the shadows, fingers closed around my hand. Xavier. He lifted my hand with a deliberate, slow grace, as if he already held the title to it. His lips brushed my knuckles a touch so soft it was violent. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration. “Velvet.” The word slid under my skin like a needle. I jerked my hand back, my heart slamming against my ribs, but he only smiled. It was a small, knowing expression that said he enjoyed the struggle. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small black box. My chest tightened; the air in the room seemed to vanish. He flipped it open. It wasn't a ring, but the relief was short-lived. A gold necklace lay inside, delicate and deceptively simple. At its center was an engraved plate that caught the chandelier's fire. Eres mí

Chapter 5

He hadn’t told me a thing. Not a hint. Normally, we weren’t this formal but tonight, every word felt deliberate. Then my father’s eyes flicked to Xavier. A subtle tilt of the head. A beckon. Xavier rose smoothly from his seat and walked to the front. Tall, broad, imposing. Every step was measured, confident. He stopped beside my father, eyes scanning the crowd with a calm, predatory precision. My chest tightened. He didn’t glance at me not once. And yet, I felt the weight of his presence press against me, suffocating and absolute. Then, in a voice that carried without a hint of warmth, Xavier addressed the room. “I’ve been trained for this. I’ve learned what is required. And I will make this company stronger than it has ever been.” The crowd murmured, some faces flicking with surprise. He wasn’t polite. He wasn’t cautious. He didn’t smile and soften his tone. He was sharp. Cold. Commanding. Every word landed like a gavel. I felt my stomach drop further. The whispers, t

Chapter 6- You think you can keep me.

The air in the ballroom felt heavy, like the oxygen had been sucked out the moment Xavier’s gun lowered. My heart hammered against my ribs. I looked at the back of Xavier’s neck.The tense muscles, the dark hair and Realizing the man standing in front of me was a stranger. Viktor didn't wait for an invitation. He stepped closer, his boots crunching on the shards of crystal. He ignored the photograph on the floor, keeping his eyes locked on mine, enjoying the way the light caught the tears I refused to let fall. "You look confused, little bird," Viktor mused, his voice a low, melodic poison. "You think this is a raid? A kidnapping? No. This is a simple pickup. Your father is a businessman, and eighteen years ago, he ran out of liquid assets. He needed a bridge loan to build this golden life you've been enjoying." I felt the room tilt. I looked at my father, who was slumped in his chair, unable to even meet my gaze. "He didn't sign away his buildings or his ships," Viktor con

Chapter 7 - you're kidnapping me

Xavier's pov The vibration of the SUV’s engine hummed through my boots, a steady rhythm that usually calmed me. Tonight, it did nothing. My pulse was a jagged line, synced to the girl trembling three inches to my left. I didn't look at her. I didn't have to. I could feel the heat of her panic, hear the catch in her breath every time the tires hit a seam in the asphalt. Astrid. She was a debt I’d inherited, a liability I should have liquidated. Instead, I’d broken every rule in the book to pull her out of that ballroom. My thumb traced the tablet screen, tracking the three decoys moving toward the city. Viktor would follow them. He was predictable; a scavenger looking for an easy meal. He didn't realize I’d already moved the prize to a mountain he couldn't climb. "You're kidnapping me," she whispered. The word stung but I let it settle. I turned, letting the blue light of the tablet wash over her. She looked fragile, like a piece of the glass I’d just shattered, but there was a

Chapter 8 - She belonged to me.

Xavier's pov( continue)I watched her. I didn’t move, didn’t even breathe too loud, afraid I’d shatter the first moment of peace we’d had since the mountain road. She looked so small against the height of those shelves, her fingers trembling as they traced the spines.When she reached the middle shelf, she froze. I saw her shoulders drop, just a fraction. There they were: the Powerless series. Every volume, pristine, exactly where her hand would naturally fall. She turned to me then, and that look that "how could you possibly know?" expression cut through me sharper than any blade Lyrien could swing.The truth was a heavy thing in my chest. Even in London, miles of ocean and years of silence between us, I never truly left her. I was the shadow in the corner of her life, the ghost checking her receipts, her library logs, her late night searches. A stalker? Maybe. Or maybe I was just the only one who realized she was the only thing in this world worth guarding. The fact that I’m her

Chapter 9 - Why her?

Xavier's povThe blue light of the monitors was the only thing keeping me company. Insomnia and I are old friends; we shook hands years ago, right around the time I watched the life drain out of the first man who tried to take what was mine. People call me brutal, a monster, a ghost in a bespoke suit. They don’t understand that I am actually quite forgiving—provided you stay within the lines I’ve drawn. At 3:00 AM, my phone buzzed on the mahogany desk. The screen lit up with a message from a private, encrypted server. Unknown: Is she safe? I stared at the words. She was sleeping on the screen in front of me, a restless, tangled mess of silk and shadows. I typed back with one hand, my eyes never leaving her. Me: Why wouldn't she be? She is in my hands now. Unknown: Your hands are stained, Xavier. Don't let your obsession blind you to the target on her back. Lyrien isn't the only one looking. Me: Lyrien is a problem I am currently solving. As for

Chapter 10 - A Moment of False Peace.

Astrid pov The silence of the house was heavier than the stone it was built from. I woke with a start, my heart hammering against my ribs, the ghost of Xavier’s voice still echoing in the corners of the room. The morning light was a cruel, pale gold, spilling over the thousands of books I hadn’t asked for, yet couldn’t stop looking at. I felt... hunted. Even in sleep, the weight of his gaze seemed to press through the very walls. I forced myself out of the massive bed. My body felt like wood, a dull ache reminding me of the mountain climb and the terror of the night before. I needed to wash the scent of fear off my skin. I stumbled into the walk-in closet, and my breath caught. It wasn't just a closet; it was a cathedral of silk, denim, and cashmere. I ran my trembling fingers over the racks. Everything was in my size. Everything was my style—colors I loved, fabrics I’d once offhandedly mentioned liking years ago. How long has he been planning this? The thought sent a ch

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