All Chapters of HIS BLIND OBSESSION : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Chapter 91 — Noah’s POV

By the time I finally got out of bed, Marcus had already called Damien four times. I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to fix my hair, when I heard Damien answer the phone behind me. “You’re late,” Marcus said. Damien leaned back against the headboard. “It’s barely nine.” “You told me you’d be downstairs before nine.” “I changed my mind.” There was a pause. I looked at him through the mirror. Damien’s expression remained completely calm. “About what?” Marcus asked. “Being downstairs before nine.” I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Marcus said something I couldn’t hear. Damien glanced at me. “I’m coming.” Another pause. “No, I’m not discussing it over the phone.” He ended the call. I turned around. “You’re enjoying annoying him.” “I didn’t do anything.” “You deliberately waited until he called four times.” “I was busy.” I looked at the bed. Then at him. “Busy doing what?” He smiled. “Nothing.” “Exactly.” He reached for my ha

Chapter 92 — Damien’s POV

By the time I reached the office, Marcus was already waiting outside my door. He had two folders under his arm and the expression of a man who had been preparing to complain since sunrise. “You’re late.” I stopped. “Good morning to you too.” “It’s almost eleven.” “And yet somehow the company survived.” “Barely.” I smiled and walked into my office. Marcus followed. “You’re in a good mood.” “I had a good morning.” He placed the folders on my desk. “I don’t want details.” “You asked.” “I changed my mind.” I laughed and took off my jacket. Marcus opened the first folder. “The board meeting is tomorrow. Gerald confirmed attendance. The four cooperating members will be there, along with Jonathan and Vincent.” “Any changes?” “Two.” I looked toward him. “What kind?” “The two candidates we discussed for the vacant positions have withdrawn.” “Why?” “One received another offer. The other doesn’t want the attention that comes with joining the board right now.” I leaned b

Chapter 93 — Noah’s POV

Victoria’s presentation started at eight-thirty. By eight twenty-five, I had already checked my notes twice, rearranged the same papers three times and convinced myself that I had forgotten something important. I hadn’t. I was just nervous. The conference room was already filling up when I walked in. People from Mercer were taking their seats, while two members of Damien’s team were setting up the presentation. Victoria looked at me from across the room. “You’re early.” “I didn’t want to give you a reason to complain.” She gave me a small smile. “Good. You’re learning.” I sat down and opened my laptop. The presentation started five minutes later. The first section went smoothly. Revenue projections. Operating costs. Market expansion. Nothing unexpected. Then Victoria turned toward me. “Noah.” I stood. The screen changed. I took a breath. “The revised projections account for the increase in operating costs over the next three years. The previous model assumed that

Chapter 94 — Damien’s POV

The name stayed on the screen long after Marcus stopped speaking. Adriana Wells. I remembered the first time her name had come up. She had approached Noah directly. Unknown number. No introduction beyond her name and the fact that she knew about Richard Hale. At the time, we had treated her as another connection in a much larger network. Now she was listed as the legal representative of the same holding company we had been trying to trace. That changed things. “Pull everything you have on her,” I said. Marcus was already opening another file. “I’ll need a few minutes.” “Take them.” Jonathan remained seated across from me. He hadn’t said a word since Marcus identified Adriana. I turned toward him. “How long did your father keep those records?” “I don’t know exactly.” “You must have some idea.” “Years. They were in storage when I found them.” “Where?” “My father’s old office.” “Who had access?” Jonathan looked uncomfortable. “After he died? Me, the family lawyer an

Chapter 95 — Noah’s POV

Nobody spoke while Damien read the letter. I sat beside him, watching his expression change as his fingers moved slowly across the paper. He didn’t need anyone to tell him it was important. He could feel it. Marcus stood across the desk with his arms folded, while Jonathan remained near the door. Vincent had moved to the window, giving Damien space. I looked at the date again. It was from before Damien’s accident. Before everything that had happened. Before I had even known his name. Damien reached the end of the first page and turned it over. The silence in the room made me nervous. “What does it say?” I finally asked. Damien didn’t answer immediately. He ran his fingers over the second page. Then he said, “My father knew someone was moving money through the company.” Marcus straightened. “From Cole Enterprises?” “Yes.” “How much?” “I don’t know yet.” Damien continued reading. I watched his face. “He says the transfers weren’t large enough

Chapter 96 — Damien’s POV

The message from Marcus changed the room. I read it twice before handing Noah’s phone back to him. Eight months before Noah applied. Eight months before I knew his name. Someone had accessed my father’s old account and used it to create the job listing that eventually brought Noah into my home. For months, I had treated Noah’s arrival as one of the strangest coincidences in my life. It wasn’t a coincidence. “Marcus needs to come back,” I said. Noah slipped his phone into his pocket. “He probably hasn’t even left the building.” I called him. He answered before the first ring finished. “I was about to call you.” “Come back to my office.” There was a short pause. “You saw the login?” “Yes.” “I’ll be there.” I ended the call. Noah remained beside my desk. “You’re thinking too much.” “I have several reasons.” He smiled faintly. “That’s fair.” I reached for his hand and pulled him closer. “I don’t want you involved in anything dangerous.” “I’ve already been involved

Chapter 97 — Noah’s POV

By the time we left Damien’s office, I couldn’t stop thinking about the other applicants. Someone had warned one of them to withdraw. That meant this wasn’t just about finding me. Someone had been controlling the pool of people who could have ended up in Damien’s house. We took the elevator down together. Damien stood beside me, one hand resting lightly against mine. Neither of us spoke until the doors opened. Marcus was waiting in the lobby. “You’re still here?” He held up his phone. “I found the number used to contact the applicant.” Damien stopped. “Who does it belong to?” “That’s the problem. It’s registered to a company.” “What company?” Marcus looked at me. “Calloway Risk Management.” I frowned. “That company was dissolved.” “Officially.” Damien’s expression changed. “Where did you find it?” “An old telecom record. The number was active for four months after the company was supposedly dissolved.” “Who used it?” “I don’t have a name yet.” Damien glanced a

Chapter 98 — Damien’s POV

I didn’t like the timing. Daniel Mercer leaving the recruitment company three days before Noah applied could have been meaningless. It could also explain why someone had access to the listing before Noah ever saw it. Marcus arrived at the penthouse less than twenty minutes later with a folder under his arm. “You look like you didn’t sleep,” I said. “I didn’t.” He placed the folder on the dining table. “I pulled everything I could on Daniel Mercer.” Noah sat beside me. “Is he related to Victoria?” “No.” Marcus opened the folder. “Different family. No known connection to Mercer Holdings.” That eliminated one problem. It didn’t answer the important questions. “Where is he now?” I asked. “According to his last employment record, he left the recruitment company and started consulting privately.” “Where?” “Mostly London and New York.” Noah looked at the documents. “And the company?” “Closed his employee account three days before your application.” “Why?” “His employe

Chapter 99 – Noah’s POV

Noah I barely slept. Not because I was afraid. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. The problem was that every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the sentence Marcus had recovered from the deleted note. You are not the person they are looking for. It had been sitting in my head for hours. Someone had gone through the trouble of creating a job listing through Damien’s father’s old account. They had chosen the age range. They had chosen the qualifications. They had interfered with applicants who came close to meeting them. And somehow, I had ended up there. I turned over in bed and stared at the ceiling. “What were you looking for?” The question came out quietly. Beside me, Damien shifted. “You’ve been asking yourself that for the last twenty minutes.” I turned my head. His eyes were still closed. “You’re awake?” “I was until you started talking to the ceiling.” I smiled despite myself. “Sorry.” “You’re not.” “No.” He opened his eyes and turned slightly

Chapter 100– Damien’s POV

Victoria stayed on the phone for almost twenty minutes. By the time the call ended, Noah had moved from the desk to the sofa, one leg tucked beneath him as he went through the documents Marcus had left behind. I watched him for a moment. He had been quiet since the call with Eli. Not upset. Just thinking. I knew the difference now. “You’re staring,” he said without looking up. “I wasn’t aware you could see me.” He finally looked over. “You’re sitting six feet away.” “Still.” He smiled. I walked over and sat beside him. “What did Victoria want?” “She wants the revised Mercer figures before tomorrow afternoon.” “And?” “And apparently I’m not allowed to spend the entire evening investigating people who may or may not have tried to manipulate my life.” “That sounds unreasonable.” “I thought so too.” He closed the folder. “I told her I’d have it done.” “You have a board meeting tomorrow.” “And a Mercer presentation after that.” “You’re taking on too much.” He gave

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