All Chapters of The King's Sinful Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

5:00 AM. The sun had not yet risen, but a faint orange glow bled across the horizon. Ariyan stood on the penthouse balcony. He hadn't slept since the chaotic events of the previous night. The evidence of his father’s crimes had been delivered to every major media outlet. The police had surrounded the estate for the arrest, and Ariyan himself had spent hours on the phone with investigators, providing full cooperation.Raisa stepped out onto the balcony, her eyes heavy with sleep and exhaustion. "Still awake?""Yeah. My head is spinning.""Is it happening today? Is he being arrested?""Yes. By morning. I gave the police everything. There’s nothing left to protect."Raisa took his hand in hers. "How are you feeling?""I don’t know. Relieved, in a way. But also... hollow. My father... the man I looked up to my entire life... is going to prison today.""You did the right thing, Ariyan. Never doubt that."Ariyan pulled her into a silent embrace, tears final

Arian sat in the cafeteria of Columbia University. The coffee in front of him had gone cold, but he hadn’t taken a single sip. Raisa was beside him, with Zarif and Mayra on the opposite side. None of the four spoke much today. Emilie’s presence the previous day had left everyone unsettled.“Will we see her again today?” Mayra asked, her voice tinged with fear.“Yes,” Zarif replied. “She studies in the same department. Law Honors. Arian’s classmate.”Arian said nothing. His mind kept replaying Emilie’s words—“I’ve come to challenge you.” A challenge. Emilie had challenged him. But why? Simply because she was his father’s agent? Or was there another reason?Raisa gently squeezed Arian’s hand. “Why are you overthinking this?”“I’m trying to figure out what Emilie really wants.”“She wants to weaken you. Your father sent her here to destroy you.”“My father is in prison. Controlling someone from behind bars isn’t that easy.”“Then what?”Arian took a deep breath. “Then Emilie has her own

Three days. For three days, Raisa had not spoken a single word to Arian. She woke up in the morning, went to her room, prepared herself in silence, and left for class. Arian followed behind, but she wouldn't speak to him. Wouldn't even look his way. As if Arian had dissolved into thin air.Arian had tried again and again. Knocked on her door. Sent messages. Sent flowers. Sent chocolates. He had even bought her favorite old book of poetry and slid it under her door. But all in vain. Raisa accepted nothing. Returned everything.Zarif and Mayra tried to mediate from the middle ground. But Raisa remained silent. Just silent. That silence was driving Arian insane. The same Raisa who had loved him and stood against the entire world—that Raisa now wouldn't even glance at him.Arian stood on the apartment balcony. Dark circles under his eyes, beard overgrown, hair disheveled. A cigarette in his hand. He had nearly finished two packs in three days. Zarif came up from behind and snatched the ci

After the phone call last night, sleep seemed to have fled the penthouse. By four in the morning, everyone was awake. Arian stood on the balcony, smoking one cigarette after another until they were gone. Behind him, in the living room, sat Raisa, Zarif, Mayra, and Emilie. No one spoke. No one knew what to say. By now they had received the news—Nurul Islam Khan had set foot in New York the previous night. He hadn't been caught at customs. Not by air. By sea. He had crossed the Mexican border.Zarif set down his phone and said, "My people have confirmed it. He's holed up in a secret hideout in Brooklyn. With him are a few old handlers—the ones who used to be his right hand in Dhaka."Raisa looked toward Arian. He was still on the balcony. The glass door stood ajar. He heard everything, but he didn't move."What are we going to do?" Mayra asked, her voice trembling with fear."We wait," Emilie said. "He'll come forward himself. He's not a man who hides. He wants to give Arian one last ch

The clock struck eleven at night. Only one hour remained. Arian stood by the window, holding the phone with his father's threatening message. Behind him stood Raisa, Zarif, Mayra, and Emilie—all watching him. No one knew what to say. No one knew what to do in this situation.Raisa stepped forward. "I'm not afraid, Arian. Whatever decision you make, I'll accept it."Arian turned around. His eyes were filled with tears. "I can't lose you, Raisa. Without you, I am nothing.""Then hand over the evidence. Do it before midnight tonight. Father said he'll release me if you give it to his people.""He's lying, Raisa. He can't be trusted. If I give him the evidence, he'll keep you hostage. I know him."Zarif stepped forward. "Then what do we do? Call the FBI? Tell them it's an emergency?"Emilie shook her head. "The FBI will take time to arrive. By then, your father could do something."Arian was silent. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at everyone. "We have to fight this ourselve