All Chapters of DADDY’S DARKEST OBSESSION: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella Monroe: Sophia dropped onto her bed the second we entered the room.My eyes wandered around the space for a moment. Beautiful. Too beautiful.Nothing like my apartment.Mine was small, cheap, barely enough sometimes. Still, lying on a soft expensive bed after exhausting days felt good. Between university and long shifts at the restaurant, surviving alone already drained enough energy out of me.Depending on people was never something I liked.Warm fingers wrapped weakly around my hand.“Don’t go anywhere,” Sophia mumbled sleepily. “Sleep next to me. I need you.”A sigh escaped me.“But I don’t wanna stay here. You know your mother already hates me, and honestly, I’d rather sleep in my own bed.”Half asleep, she frowned immediately.“Stop being stubborn. They won’t come back before tomorrow.”God, nobody defeated me faster than Sophia.Every single time, her stubbornness won against my pride. Maybe because no one else had ever cared about me the way she did.Then suddenly, pan

Isabella Monroe: “Do you smoke?!”The surprise on his face actually looked real.. like he’d never seen me smoking outside the college gate before.Then he asked again, slower this time.“Didn’t you know?”One eyebrow lifted slightly.“I do know, Isabella.”My eyes widened a little. A smile slipped out before I could stop it.“Aren’t you going to put it out?”Another drag from his cigarette followed while his gaze stayed fixed on me. On the way I leaned back in the chair.“Do you usually dress like this?”Confused, my eyes dropped to my outfit.“Clothes like this aren’t suitable for a study meeting, right?”My notebook and papers disappeared back into my bag.“If it bothers you, I can leave now, Professor. And my clothes are normal for a girl my age.”“But they’re not comfortable for a man like me.” His voice lowered slightly. “A man my age.”That made me pause.“Sorry if it bothered you. I thought I was meeting someone like a father to me.”Slow, heavy footsteps closed the distance be

Isabella Monroe: I touched the spot of his kiss with my fingers. Butterflies went wild in my stomach. My breath turned heavy.I’m a psychology student, yet I can’t even understand this man. Why does he treat me like this?What’s happening between us is new. Before, it was just greetings… and his scolding when I was younger.I heard Sophia calling my name from behind the cold metal bars. Her voice shook.I stood up fast and rushed to her. I noticed her hands were free.“Good for you, Sophia.”She cupped my cheeks in her hands.“My dad will handle everything. You won’t stay in this horrible place for long.”I nodded, then asked, curiosity eating me alive.“Who is that woman… Sara?”She sighed, smiling lazily.“She’s my dad’s girlfriend. Spanish.”Damn. I expected that answer. Of course she is.“Even though my dad is still a mystery sometimes, I don’t know if he’s just playing with her again or if he’s serious this time. But Sara is nice. I’d be happy if they get married in nine months l

Isabella Monroe“Since when do you interfere in my personal business, Sarah? Don’t call me again. I’m busy.”The way he spoke to her irritated me. No woman would enjoy being treated that coldly. Either be happy to hear my voice and tolerate my curiosity, or don’t bother at all.“That’s not a good way to talk to your girlfriend.”His phone landed carelessly beside him before he returned to chopping vegetables like the conversation meant nothing.“My girlfriend? Do you believe in love?”The question caught me off guard. Strange hearing someone like him speak so casually about feelings that pure.“Aren’t you a psychiatrist? We’re the people who believe in love the most. That invisible glowing thread connecting two hearts.”A quiet sigh left him as his head tilted slightly.“We believe in it. We also believe most psychological disorders are caused by love.”Something bitter lingered beneath his tone. Like love had wrecked him once. And no, I didn’t think Sarah was the reason. Not even his

Isabella Monroe:“I swear I wanted to kill Sebastian.”“One more minute at that table and I would've slapped him in front of his girlfriend.”Sarah shot me a weird look. Maybe my tone had been too harsh, but I was pissed. Really pissed. That manipulative man kept staring at me like he owned every breath I took.The notepad and pen disappeared back into my skirt pocket before I headed toward the restroom. Holding myself together in front of them had already taken enough effort.Not crying.Anger.Hot, ugly anger.Was this because I stopped taking that damn medication? Ever since quitting treatment, everything inside me had been getting worse. Old wounds kept tearing open little by little.“Unfaithful asshole.”Cold water splashed across my face as I turned on the sink. Honestly, cold water fixed more things than people did.The moment my eyes lifted to the mirror, my body locked up.Sebastian stood behind me, leaning against the wall.A towel brushed against my damp skin while I forced