All Chapters of HIS BLIND OBSESSION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61– Noah's POV

I woke up and lay there for a while. Tomorrow had arrived. Damien had said tomorrow the way he said everything he had decided—flat and final. Not a promise so much as a statement of fact. And I had said okay because okay was what I said when something landed and I needed time to sit with it before I could figure out what I actually felt. I got up, showered, and stood in front of the mirror longer than usual. Then I went to the kitchen. He was already there. Not at his desk. Not in his office. In the kitchen, standing at the counter and facing the window, one hand resting flat against the surface. He had been awake for a while. I could tell from the stillness of someone who had been in one place long enough to settle into it. “Good morning,” I said. “Sit down.” I sat. He stayed at the window for another moment before turning and finding the stool across from me by memory. His right eye was doing the same slow, deliberate work I’d watched it do the night before, building a

Chapter 62– Damien's POV

Noah was still standing in the kitchen when I finally pulled back just enough to breathe. His forehead stayed against mine. His hands were flat on my chest. I could feel his heart hammering through the thin cotton of his shirt, the same frantic rhythm as my own. Four months of careful distance, and it had all collapsed in the space of one afternoon. “Damien,” he said, voice low. “Mm.” “The office door’s still open.” “Mrs. Hale’s not in today.” “I know. I manage your calendar.” I kissed him again instead of answering. This time it wasn’t careful. It was open and hungry, the kind of kiss that said I was done pretending. He made a soft sound against my mouth and stepped closer, hips brushing mine. I felt myself harden and didn’t try to hide it. We somehow made it out of the kitchen and down the hall. His back hit the wall just past the living room and I pressed against him, one hand in his hair, the other sliding under the hem of his shirt to find warm skin. He tasted li

Chapter 63 — Noah's POV

I woke up in his room. That was new. Not the waking up part. The his room part. The light coming through curtains that were not mine, a ceiling that was not mine, and the warmth of him beside me. That part was new in the best way. He was already awake. I could tell without looking. It was the stillness of someone who was awake and not moving, lying in the dark with his eyes open, thinking. “You’re thinking loudly,” I said. “I’m not making any sound,” he said. “You don’t have to.” He was quiet for a moment. “Mrs. Hale comes in at nine.” “I know. I manage your schedule.” “It’s seven forty.” “I know that too.” Neither of us moved. The city was doing its morning thing outside. Traffic was building, and somewhere in the distance, the world was deciding to start again. “Noah,” he said. “Yes?” “Last night.” “Yes.” “I need you to know,” he said, “that was not—” He stopped and started again. “I don’t do that. I have not done that. In a very long time. With anyone.” “I kno

Chapter 64– Noah's POV

The meeting request came through Marcus at ten am. Not to Damien. To me. That was the first sign something was wrong. Marcus never contacted me directly about board matters. He had a system, and the system did not include sending meeting requests to the person who three weeks ago had been listed as personal assistant. I read the email twice. Mr Carter. The Cole Enterprises board of directors requests your presence at a formal review meeting. Thursday. Nine am. Conference room forty-six. The agenda concerns your current and proposed role within the company. Attendance is mandatory. Mandatory. I sat at my desk and read it a third time. Mandatory meant they were not asking. Mandatory meant they had the authority to require my presence and believed they had cause to use it. Mandatory meant this was not a conversation. It was a proceeding. I forwarded it to Damien without comment. His response came in ninety seconds. Come in. I went in. He was at his desk, both hands flat on the

Chapter 65 – Damien's POV

Marcus called me at three fifteen. “Someone approached the board,” he said. “Three days ago. Before the retraction. Built the case against Noah’s role before the board had considered it themselves.” I put my pen down. “Name.” “We don’t have it yet,” he said. “The approach was made through a third party. A law firm. We’re tracing it.” “How long?” “End of day,” he said. “Maybe sooner.” I hung up. Sat back. Someone had been building a case against Noah for weeks. Not Hale. Hale was finished, his legal exposure too significant for another move. This was someone else. Someone patient enough to approach the board through a law firm and calculated enough to time it to coincide with the Zurich procedure, when I was out of the country and Noah was alone. Three days ago. When I was in a recovery room in Zurich and Noah was in the penthouse managing seventeen things nobody had asked him to manage. My phone rang. Noah. I answered. “A woman called me,” he said. “Adriana Wells. She s

Chapter 66– Noah's POV

Marcus came to the penthouse at six. He never came to the penthouse. In four months, I had spoken to Marcus on the phone, in conference rooms, in the lobby, across email chains at eleven pm. He had never come here. When he walked through the door, I knew whatever he had found was not something he was going to say over the phone. Damien was already in the kitchen. He had heard the elevator. Mrs. Hale had gone home an hour ago, and the penthouse was quiet. Marcus stood in the entrance hall with a folder under his arm and the expression of someone about to detonate something. “Sit down,” Damien said from the kitchen doorway. Marcus sat at the kitchen table. I sat across from him. Damien stayed standing, one hand on the counter. His right eye doing its work. “Tell me,” Damien said. Marcus opened the folder. “The person who hired Adriana Wells,” he said. “Who built the case against Noah. Who approached the board three days ago with documentation designed to force a review.” He pu

Chapter 67 – Damien's POV

I woke at five am with a headache behind my right eye. Not the light-sensitivity headache from the first days after Zurich. Different. Deeper. The kind that sat behind the eye and pulsed without relation to light or movement. I lay still for a moment and noted it and filed it under monitoring required and got up. Noah was asleep beside me. I could hear his breathing, even and deep, the quality of someone who had worked until midnight and had gone under hard when he finally stopped. I dressed in the dark. Found everything by the map. Went to my office. Pulled up my phone. Found Dr. Anand’s number. Did not call it. Put the phone down. The headache was probably nothing. Adjustment period. Dr. Anand had said the first weeks would involve discomfort as the visual pathways recalibrated. She had said headaches were normal. She had also said the secondary finding needed monitoring and that in a percentage of cases, it progressed in a direction that was not improvement. Percentage. S

Chapter 68 — Noah's POV

The conference room on forty-six was already full when we arrived. Seven board members. Two lawyers I didn’t recognise. Marcus at the far end with his files. And Jonathan Cole sitting at the centre of the table like he had always belonged there. He looked at Damien when we walked in. Then he looked at me. And smiled. I did not smile back. I had seen photographs of Jonathan Cole in the company records. Fifty-one. Silver at the temples. The kind of face that looked trustworthy in a way that had clearly been practiced rather than earned. Damien found his chair by the map of the room Marcus had walked him through twice yesterday and sat down. I sat beside him. Not behind him. Beside him. That had been decided without discussion. Claire Merritt, the corporate lawyer Damien had brought in, sat on his other side. Twenty-two years of practice. The energy of someone who had walked into rooms like this a hundred times and had never lost. At nine exactly, the board chair, Gerald Holt, ca

Chapter 69– Damien's POV

I had known for four months. Not from the beginning. Not when Noah walked in for the first time. I had found out on day twenty-two. Marcus had flagged it quietly, the way Marcus flagged things he was uncertain how to handle. A discrepancy in the recruitment records. The listing had gone through an external channel, not Cole Enterprises’ standard process. When Marcus traced it back, the origin point was a private email account that had been closed three days after Noah applied. The account belonged to my father. My father, who had been dead for six years. I had sat with that information for twenty-two days and had not examined it. I had not told anyone. I had filed it under something I would address when the time was right, and the time had not been right for four months. The time was apparently right now. In a boardroom with seven board members and two lawyers and Jonathan watching me with the particular expression of a man who had been waiting for this exact moment. “This is

Chapter 70 — Noah's POV

Ll“Vincent Asare.” Jonathan said it, and the name landed in the boardroom like something dropped from a height and nobody caught it. I did not know the name. I looked at Damien. His face did something I had only seen once before. In the kitchen when Jonathan’s name was first said. The thing underneath the controlled blank surfaced for one second before he pulled it back down. He knew the name. “Vincent Asare,” Gerald said slowly. “The Vincent Asare.” “Yes,” Jonathan said. “He hasn’t been connected to this company in six years,” Gerald said. “He has never stopped being connected to this company,” Jonathan said. “You just stopped seeing it.” I looked around the table. Three board members had not reacted to the name. Two had. The two who were financially connected to Jonathan’s shell company were sitting very still, the way people sat when a name they recognised appeared somewhere they hadn’t expected it. I filed that away. “Who is Vincent Asare?” I asked. The room looked a

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