All Chapters of The Don's Dirty Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The helicopters lifted off from the crumbling island as the final explosions ripped through its core, sending plumes of fire and smoke into the night sky. The once-lush paradise was reduced to a burning wreck, its beaches littered with debris, its buildings collapsing into the sea with thunderous crashes. Cedric watched from the window of the lead helicopter, his face pressed against the cold glass, Lily on one side and Mia on the other. Their small bodies leaned into him, seeking comfort in the chaos. Elena sat across from them, her face haunted, pale and drawn under the harsh red emergency lights of the cabin. Gianni piloted the helicopter, his jaw tight, hands steady on the controls despite the blood on his knuckles and the exhaustion in his eyes. Anna was in the second helicopter, coordinating the evacuation of the rescued children, her voice crackling over the radio with grim efficiency.The body count was high, thirty-seven of their people dead, twice that wounded and broken. Th

The search for Tui took them through the back alleys of Te Anau, narrow lanes lined with old wooden fences and overgrown gardens where the shadows seemed to stretch longer than they should. The town was quiet at night, the streetlights casting pale pools on the pavement, but the silence felt heavy, loaded with the kind of dread Cedric had learned to recognize too well. Gianni moved beside him, his steps silent and purposeful, eyes scanning every corner, every darkened doorway. They had left Lily and Mia at the farmhouse with the dog, the doors locked and the lights on, but Cedric’s mind kept drifting back to them, a constant ache of worry that wouldn’t let go.Gianni used his old network, contacts from the days when favors were paid in blood and silence, to track Tui’s movements. A shopkeeper had seen her near the lakefront that afternoon, laughing with friends. A farmer reported a strange van parked on the edge of his property at dusk. They found her phone in a ditch along a dirt roa

The hunt for Marcus stretched across New Zealand like a dark thread woven through the country’s rugged beauty. They moved from the misty fjords of the South Island to the rolling hills of the North, chasing shadows and half-truths, always one step behind but gaining ground with every clue. Cedric drove the battered truck they had stolen from a remote farm, his hands tight on the wheel, eyes scanning the road ahead. Gianni sat beside him, map spread across his lap, marking potential locations with a red pen. Anna rode in the back, her scarred face hidden under a hood, coordinating with her network of survivors through a burner phone. The dog, the one who had survived everything, lay curled at Lily’s empty seat, whining softly as if sensing her absence.Marcus was always one step ahead. He left clues like breadcrumbs, a burned-out safe house in Queenstown with a note pinned to the wall: “You’re too slow, brother.” A warehouse in Christchurch where they found a dozen trafficking victims

Marcus’s body lay face-first on the concrete, blood spreading slow and dark beneath him. The gunshot had barely finished echoing when Gianni was already moving, long strides closing the gap between them. He snatched the gun from Cedric’s shaking fingers, tossed it aside, and pulled him against his chest so hard his ribs creaked.“It’s over,” Gianni said against Cedric’s hair, voice rough with relief. “It’s fucking over, babe.”Cedric couldn’t answer. He just stared at the blood pooling around Marcus’s outstretched hand, at the way Marcus’s eyes had looked right before the trigger was pulled, surprised, almost disappointed. Like he’d finally understood Cedric wasn’t the kid he remembered.Anna’s voice cut through the night from the far side of the courtyard. “Perimeter secure. Extraction inbound in two minutes.”Cedric nodded once, numb, and let Gianni pull him toward the extraction point. His legs felt like they belonged to someone else.They found the girls two levels down, locked in

The Australian sun beat down on the garden like it was trying to burn the secrets out of the air. Cedric stood in the middle of the flowerbeds, arms folded tight against his chest, eyes steady on Elena. The confrontation had been coming for months, but this morning it finally happened. No drama, no raised voices at first. Just truth.“You helped build the Society,” Cedric said, voice calm but sharp as a blade. “You sold children. You were one of its leaders.”Elena didn’t look away. She just nodded once, slow and heavy. “Yes.”“And you expect me to just forgive you?” Cedric’s voice rose, the words cracking out like whips. “After everything?”Elena shook her head, fingers twisting in the edge of her shirt. “No. I expect you to understand that I was young, desperate, and terrified. I did terrible things. But I also spent the rest of my life trying to undo them.”Cedric laughed, a bitter sound that scraped his throat raw. “By lying to me? By hiding the truth all this time?”The kitchen d