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

The silence in the upscale French restaurant pressed down on me like a heavy blanket. Soft classical music played in the background, and every now and then a fork clinked against a plate at some distant table. Across from me sat Lawyer Huan, straight-backed and perfectly composed. The man looked like he’d never missed a meal or worried about rent in his life. The leather binder between us felt heavier than it should. Inside were pages and pages of rules that would bind me to a stranger for three years. My hand hovered over the fountain pen. “Sign it, Ms. Willow,” Huan said calmly, his voice smooth but ice-cold. “The hospital isn’t going to wait forever. Your grandmother’s on borrowed time, and we both know it.” My throat closed up. I could barely breathe. “I just… I need to understand what I’m getting into. You mentioned a hundred rules?” Huan flipped to the back of the binder without hesitation. “Mr. Harrington values order. As Party A, he can end this arrangement anytime he wan

The master bedroom stretched out around me like something from a dream — or maybe a nightmare. Warm orange light from the setting sun spilled across the floors and expensive furniture, but luxury was the last thing on my mind. My eyes kept darting to the walls, and that’s what turned my blood cold. Every surface was covered with photos of the same couple. A large framed picture hung directly across from the bed showing a man and a woman locked in a deep, passionate kiss. On the bedside table sat another one of them smiling on a sunny beach. More photos lined the dresser, the walls, even a small shelf near the window. Hundreds of them. The woman had radiant blonde hair and a smile so full of life it seemed to fill the room. The man looked at her like she was his whole universe — young, powerful, completely obsessed. I stepped back, my chest tightening. Who were these people? The man in the photos looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him right away. Was he August Harrington’s

​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