Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

​The silence in the high-end French restaurant was suffocating, punctuated only by the soft clink of silver against porcelain from distant tables. Across from me, Lawyer Huan sat with the posture of a man who had never known the indignity of a rumbling stomach or a past-due notice.​The contract between us looked innocent held in a leather binder. But to me, it was a death warrant signed in gold.​"Sign it, Ms. Willow," Huan said, his voice as smooth and at the same time cold as the marble floors. "The clock is ticking on the ICU's patience. We both know the hospital won't keep your grandmother on life support out of the goodness of their hearts."​My throat tightened, the air in the room suddenly too thin to breathe. I stared at the lines of legalese, the words blurring into a mess of ink. Sign it, and she lives. Refuse, and you're an orphan all over again.​"I... I need to be sure," I whispered, my fingers trembling as they hovered over the fountain pen. "You said there are rules. A

​The room was vast, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. But it wasn't the luxury that froze the blood in my veins. It was the walls.​A large photo hung directly across from the bed. A man and a woman locked in a passionate kiss. On the bedside table, another frame showed them smiling together on a beach. Everywhere I looked, there were photos. Hundreds of them. The same man, and a woman with radiant, blonde hair and a smile that seemed to haunt the air.​I stepped back, my chest burning. Who are these people?​The man in the photos... I didn't recognize him. Was this August Harrington brother? His father? No, the man in the photos looked young, powerful, and deeply, obsessively in love.​Confusion and a sudden, sharp fear gnawed at me. This room was a shrine to someone else. It felt like I had walked into a grave that was still warm.​I tried to unpack, but my hands were shaking too much. I felt like I was being watched by the woman in the frames. Her happy eyes seemed to t

​I woke up on the freezing bathroom tiles, my body stiff as a board and radiating a dull, throbbing ache. When I finally dragged myself up and leaned against the sink, I saw the dark, plum-colored marks circling my neck. They were a vivid, a brutal proof of last night's nightmare.​Outside, birdsong drifted faintly through the window. It was a beautiful morning, mocking my life.​A sharp knock startled me, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline through my veins. Did he come?​"You finally decided to come out. Martha sent me to see if you're still alive or not," Luba said. Her voice, usually sharp as a razor, but for some reason it carried an unexpected weight of sympathy.​She stepped inside, her gaze sweeping over my disheveled state before pausing at the bruises around my throat. She winced, stepping closer to whisper, "Ms. Willow, don't worry. Mr. Harrington already left. For now… you're free."​I stared at her, my lip trembling. "Mr. Harrington? Free?" The word felt like a joke. "Luba…

​Luba came running from the kitchen. She was young, with eyes that hadn't yet been hardened by the cruelty of this house. When she saw me slumped on the floor, she didn't hesitate. She threw herself between me and Martha, her small body trembling as she shielded me with both hands.​"Martha, what are you doing?" Luba cried out, her voice high and panicked. "Young master will be mad at you! You can't do this to her!"​Martha’s face contorted. The audacity of a junior maid questioning her was a spark to a gallon of gasoline.​"How dare you, Luba?" Martha took a step forward, her shadow engulfing both of us. "A mere servant dares to go against me? Are you that desperate to lose your job? Or maybe you want to join her on the floor?"​A warm tear finally escaped my eye and hit the dress. In this house, Luba’s frantic protection was the only warmth I had finally. It was a terrifying realization. In a world where my husband treated me like a stray dog, a stranger was risking her livelihood

​I don’t know when the exhaustion finally pulled me under. I just remember the air in the garden and the sound of the lake. I didn't move. I didn't go back to the house. I just fell asleep right where I was sitting, my body finally giving up on the pain.When I finally woke, the world was trapped in that eerie, gray half-light just before dawn, but the bodyguards were still there, standing like shadows at the edge of my vision.​"How long are you planning to sleep here?" one of them said. His voice was rude, cutting through my groggy mind like a serrated blade.​I avoided his gaze. I didn't have the strength to argue or the dignity to care. I forced myself to stand. ​"Sorry for the delay," I whispered. I kept my head down as I walked back to the mansion, my footsteps uneven on the gravel.​August didn’t come back that night.​No one came to check if I had drowned in my own despair. No one brought a tray of food or a glass of water. I lay in the dark, the hunger in my stomach a dull r