All Chapters of Scarlet Obsession [BL]: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The shot cracked through the sealed room.Elian twisted hard to the side, the bullet tearing past the side of his face, barely missing him and slamming into the reinforced wall behind him. Before the echo of the shot could even die down, Elian raised his own gun and fired, right at the gun in Elena's hand. The weapon spun out of her grip with a sharp clatter, skidding across the floor toward the racks.“You crazy fucking bitch—” Elian snarled and lunged at her the next second. He collided against her, throwing her off balance for about half a second with his own weapon in his hand. Her shoulder drove into his ribs, forcing him back into the edge of a table, a tray of tools jumped and scattered at the impact. Elena clawed for his wrist at once, trying to wrench the weapon upward, her face was close enough that he could see the raw insanity in her eyes.“You should’ve stayed in the fucking contract,” she hissed. “You had no business coming into Dex's life and messing everything up.”

Dex drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He struggled to force everything down, especially the accusation still hanging in the air, and the image of Elian walking out like that. He needed his mind back under control. Elena was dead. His husband had left. And if he fractured now, the first day of their joint rule would become a public disaster before sunrise. So he took a deep breath, opened his eyes and turned. Mark had stepped farther into the room and crouched beside Elena, two fingers pressed to the side of her neck to check for a pulse. After a pause, Mark looked up and shook his head. Dex exhaled hard through his nose. “Find someone to take care of the body. Quietly. And listen to me carefully, none of this gets out. Not even a word. The last thing we need on the first day of this partnership is rumors flying around.” Mark nodded immediately. “Understood.” Fighting not to look down again, Dex stepped around Elena’s body and around Mark still crouched beside her,

Mark stood outside James’s door longer than he meant to, shifting from one foot to the other. The hallway was quiet, too quiet for how hard his pulse was working. After pondering all night. He now had a plan to get his boyfriend to forgive him. He had done this kind of thing before. All he had to do was just show up, look sincere, give him the best puppy eyes, and most times it worked. Though tonight he was not so sure. James had walked away from him twice already, something that had never happened before. Finally, after summing up all his courage in one breath, he knocked. A few seconds later the door opened, revealing the face of his boyfriend that he'd missed so damn much. James took one look at him and rolled his eyes. The reaction hurt much more than Mark expected. He bit his lip to cover it, but the truth felt ugly in his heart. James had never looked unhappy to see him before. At least not like this. If his boyfriend was regarding him with this much irritation, then he

Elian’s fingers tightened on the page. “Fuck.” He lowered the letter and looked properly at the child. She was tiny, around six months, barely able to sit up on her own. The loose clothing on her body was faded and thin from too much washing, clearly one of the few things she owned. Her face was blotchy from crying, lashes wet, breath hitching in small broken waves. Underfed. Alive in the middle of a room that nowhere promised her a future. Elian looked at her, and he felt something unexpected spark in his chest. A strange, sharp longing he had no idea what it could be. He didn't even know when he began reaching out, slowly. And to his surprise, the baby reached back, small arms stretching toward him with absolute trust she had no reason to give. Elian lifted her into his arms and stood. She barely weighed anything. The lightness of her was unsettling. His eyes flicked to the malnourished body on the floor, and any question about whether the child had been properly fed answer

10 Years Later(After Nora's Kindergarten graduation) Nora is now 15 Dylan is 10 It was that time of the year again, when the city softened under lights, when cold air carried the smell of pine and sugar. Inside the house, the season had already claimed every corner. Gold ribbon, warm lamps, a tree bright enough to make the windows glow against the evening. They were preparing for a tradition that had held steady for twelve years now, ever since they all came together one in a while, they decided to make it a routine. Three years after Nora came into their lives, the gatherings had begun only a few times. And what started as cautious dinners slowly became a ritual. Dex, Elian, Nora, then Mark and James, later Dylan, and eventually the newest member of the family, Jayden. “When are they getting here?” Nora asked, hovering near the front table in fuzzy socks, already dressed for the evening gathering. Dex glanced up from adjusting a stack of plates. “Soon.” As if the universe ha