Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 118

"You're a brutal woman. You can't even spare Winter."​August’s words didn't come out as a roar this time. They slipped from his lips in a low hiss with disgust. He stared at me as if I were a venomous snake that had just bitten the only thing he held sacred.​"I told you, August!" Tricey's sharp voice immediately cut in. She stepped forward pointing a finger at my face. "I told you she was a viper! And for her, you even cut ties with us, your own flesh and blood. Now see for yourself. She has gotten more bold. She is actively trying to murder that poor girl!"​"Yes, brother!" Shaila panicked, tugging on his sleeve as she gestured wildly to Winter's lifeless form on the floor. "Stop staring at that psycho and take Winter to the attending doctor hurriedly! She’s barely breathing!"​August ripped his gaze away from me. He stooped down, sliding one arm beneath Winter's knees and the other across her back, lifting her against his chest.​He turned toward the open doors but right before

"Well? Did you really think you could just hide forever?"It was Chloe. One of August’s closest friends, a woman who had spent the last two years treating me like a dog August had accidentally dragged in from the rain.​In the entire two years I had been married to August, I had only met his inner circle of friends two, maybe three times. They were the elite of the elite, old money heirs and socialites who looked at my cheap background with undisguised revulsion. They never invited me anywhere. August never took me to their gatherings.​"I'm not hiding," I replied with steady voice despite the erratic thumping of my heart. "What do you want, Chloe?"​"Ooh, defensive. I love it," she giggled."Look, we're all at The Obsidian Room tonight. VIP Lounge Three. August is here. We thought it was finally time for a proper get-together. You should come. Unless, of course, you're too scared to show your face in public?"​It was an obvious trap. ​"Text me the address," I said flat lupe and end

August’s POV:​August caught the subtle movement out of the corner of his eye.​Through the blur of the heavy intoxicating kiss and the loud obnoxious cheering of his friends, he saw Spring was clutching her cheap little handbag as she quietly slipped out the door of the VIP lounge.​The panel clicked shut behind her, swallowing her entirely.​She just left, looking as if the deeply intimate spectacle she had just witnessed meant absolutely nothing to her.​A sudden flash of irritation exploded in the dead center of August's chest. It burned hot and fast, entirely overriding the performative lust he was trying to project.​His jaw clenched. He abruptly broke the kiss. His hands shifted from Winter’s delicate waist to her bare shoulders. With a restless motion he pushed her back, tossing her slightly off his chest. He didn't mean to use so much force but the frustration boiling in his veins made him entirely careless.​Winter stumbled slightly against the cushions filling her eyes wit

​"You can’t keep running away from me, August. At least not tonight."​The door of the master bedroom hadn't even clicked completely shut before Winter’s persistent voice cut through the dark. August's broad shoulders hunched, the stifling heat of the room doing absolutely nothing to clear the chaotic fog of whiskey rolling through his veins. His vision was slightly blurred.​Before he could pull his thoughts together, a pair of slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. Winter pressed her chest against his back, her breathing shallow from the heat.​"I know how much you drank at the club," she murmured, her lips brushing against the tense muscle of his shoulder blade through the fabric of his shirt. "You’re hurting, August. I know you are. Let me take the pain away."​August let out a low grunt. The raw sound vibrating deep in his chest. The touch should have anchored him. It should have been the exact balm his fractured mind had been begging for during the three a