All Chapters of The Don's Dirty Obsession : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Months bled into one another, and the world finally started to feel like it could breathe again. The rescues never stopped, but they stopped being raids in the dark. Now they were missions with names, with teams, with hope. Cedric stood at the center of it all, voice steady as he coordinated the deprogramming, the therapy, the new safe houses that were rising like islands in a sea of broken kids.Dozens of them. Scattered across continents, hidden in plain sight or buried in the dark. Each one a ghost wearing someone else's skin, eyes that remembered pain instead of faces. They came to the new center outside the coastal town, quiet places with blue water and wide skies, and Cedric met them one by one, hand on their shoulders, telling them the same thing over and over."You're not weapons. You're people. And people can choose different endings."It was slow. Painful. Some of them fought every single step, screaming at the light, clawing at the therapy tables. A few couldn't be saved, t

The trail of breadcrumbs led him straight into the hills, quiet at first, then sharper, like someone was guiding him with a thread no one else could see. Cedric followed it alone, boots silent on the dry grass, gun tucked at his back, shoulder still tender from the bullet he’d taken weeks ago. The signal had blinked three times, then stopped, and he knew it was Kai. Or someone who knew Kai.He found the farmhouse at the edge of a small valley, old stone walls cracked and covered in vines, a single window glowing faint against the night. Sasha was waiting on the porch, rifle in her hands but not raised, eyes sharp and tired. She looked no older than thirty, the same hollow stare the children carried, the same way she stood like the world might try to take her again any second.“You found me,” she said, voice low and steady. “I was wondering when you’d come.”Cedric kept his distance, gun hand loose at his side. “Why are you here?”Sasha set the rifle down on the step, slow and delibera

The fortress clung to the side of a jagged Alpine peak like it had grown there, black rock walls rising straight up, razor wire glinting in the thin mountain light, guards moving in precise patterns every thirty seconds. No windows. No easy way in. Just sheer stone and the cold wind that cut like knives.Cedric slipped through the first perimeter alone, boots silent on the snow, gun drawn, shoulder still sore but his mind sharp. He had spent years learning how to disappear, how to kill without being killed, and tonight he used every trick. The first two guards never saw him coming. One shot dropped them both. The second wave fell the same way, bodies crumpling without a sound. The outer fence came down in seconds, cameras fried, lights cut. The fortress was crumbling from the inside before Viktor even knew someone was there.He moved through the corridors, footsteps echoing off stone, until he reached the inner sanctum. The door opened without resistance. Viktor sat behind a wide desk

The therapy room smelled of fresh coffee and the faint antiseptic that clung to every cornerof the sit. Dr. Amara sat across from Cedric on the worn couch, notebook open on her lap, eyes kind but extremely steady, like she had all the time in the world and none of it was going to be wasted. She had been gentle from the first session, patient, but she never let anything stay buried.“Tell me about your mother,” she said softly.Cedric’s jaw tightened, the words already tasting bitter on his tongue. “Which one?”Dr. Amara didn’t flinch. She just waited, pen hovering.He swallowed hard. “Linda. The one who raised me.”The memory hit him then, sudden and sharp, like a door slamming open after decades of time. Linda, young and beautiful, touching him in ways that made his stomach twist. He had buried it so deep he had almost forgotten it existed. Ray’s abuse, the stepfather’s hands, the nights in the dark house, none of it had felt like this. This had been something else. Something that ha

The decommissioned embassy in Geneva sat dark and empty under a grey sky. Once grand halls, now stripped bare of furniture. Wind cut through the broken windows and made the whole place sound like it was breathing. International territory. No country claimed it, no cameras watched it. Perfect for a trap.Cedric had known that the second he read her message. He came anyway.He walked through the front doors alone, his footsteps swallowed by the size of the entry hall. A chandelier hung crooked above him, half its crystals gone, swaying with a draft that had no business being indoors. His pulse stayed even. It always did now. That was the part that scared him.Natalia waited in the main room, calm and perfect, flanked by two silent guards. Her coat hung open, hair falling in soft waves, eyes tracking him like he was something she'd already decided how to use. A single table sat between them, out of place in the ruin around it. She'd probably had it carried in just for this."You came," s