All Chapters of Spellbound by Obsession: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nox, in his black cat form, meowed at my feet and wrapped himself around my legs, his dilated pupils following my every movement.“Ready to meet Jess?” I asked, bending down to scratch behind his ears.He emitted a purr that vibrated against my fingers. Ready, he seemed to say. But will she think I’m an ordinary cat?“You’re an ordinary cat. For now.”He blinked slowly, and I could have sworn there was mockery in that blink.Jess arrived at noon sharp, loaded with grocery bags and with an energy that filled the apartment.She wore a faded denim jacket, a band t-shirt I didn’t recognize, and her characteristic hot pink lipstick.“EVELYN!” She dropped the bags on the floor and hugged me tightly. “You’re alive! Again! I was starting to think the hot guy in the overcoat had kidnapped you for good.”“I wasn’t kidnapped.” I laughed, returning the hug. “Just… I’ve been busy.”“Busy.” Jess rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen, taking the ingredients out of the bags. Fresh pasta, pesto sauce

The Rockefeller mansion was in the Upper East Side, a limestone manor that occupied an entire block with its symmetrical facade and tall windows.I parked the black Mercedes in the circular driveway and sat for a moment, hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the mahogany door.I hated coming here.Not because the place was unpleasant — it was exactly the opposite.The mansion was warm, welcoming, decorated with Persian rugs, oil paintings and family photographs in silver frames.It was a home.A real home, with laughter, arguments and the smell of cake baking. And that was exactly what made everything so uncomfortable.Because it wasn’t my home.It wasn’t my family.It was Christopher Rockefeller’s family — the heir I had replaced, the man who now slept in a deep trance in a sealed pocket dimension, a dreamless sleep from which he would not awaken unless I released him.It was an imprisonment. But it was he who had asked for it.To William, to Celeste, to Victoria and Eleanor, I was Chris

The Mercedes engine purred softly as I drove through the streets of Manhattan. The lunch with the Rockefellers had been… strangely pleasant.But now, with the overcoat thrown on the passenger seat and my hands firm on the wheel, my mind was elsewhere.Meizan.The penthouse in Williamsburg. Kent Street, 700. The incubus who had dared to hire a witch to investigate Evelyn. Who had dared to try to find a weak point in her, and threaten what was mine.I had a few hours before Evelyn’s show at the club, enough time to settle this once and for all. Knock on Meizan’s door, rip off his wings, make sure he never came near her again.Quick. Clean. Definitive.I turned left onto Houston Street, heading toward the bridge. Traffic was flowing well, which was a small miracle for New York.It was then that I noticed the car.A black SUV, tinted windows, no license plate. It was three vehicles behind me, maintaining a constant distance.When I accelerated, it accelerated. When I changed lanes, it cha

What I saw ignited a fury that not even the six demons had awakened.Nox in his true form, huge and crystalline, was tearing a snake-man apart with his claws. Another creature, a shapeless mist, was retreating from something on the ground.Two red-eyed men lay unconscious near the trash can.And Evelyn…Evelyn was being suffocated by a fifth attacker I hadn’t seen before.A tall, pale man with completely white eyes. His fingers squeezed her throat, and his face was getting closer, his mouth opening to… drink? Or bite?I didn’t think. I just acted.I crossed the alley in two seconds. My hand closed around the pale man’s throat and I ripped him away from Evelyn as if he weighed nothing. His white eyes widened.“You.” I growled, my voice thick. Demonic. “You dared to touch her.”I crushed his throat before he could answer.The body fell to the ground, lifeless. The dark mist tried to flee, but Nox intercepted it, his crystal jaws closing over it.The creature dissipated with a shriek.Th

One hour later, the doorbell rang.Mortyss was dressed now — black pants, dark shirt, the human disguise in place.Brown eyes, no horns, no tail. Just Christopher Rockefeller, the billionaire heir, opening the door for a dancer with hot pink hair.Jess entered the apartment like a controlled hurricane.She was pale, her eyes wide, her makeup smudged — probably from crying. She wore a denim jacket over a band t-shirt, and her hair was tied in a hasty bun.In her right hand, she carried a black bag that I recognized immediately.The sex shop bag.“Eve.” She stopped in the middle of the room, her eyes going from me to Mortyss and back to me. “I need explanations. A lot of them. The kind that make sense. Or at least the kind that stop me from thinking I had a psychotic episode.”“Sit.” I asked, pointing to the sofa. “I’m going to tell you everything. At least what you need to know.”She sat.Mortyss stood behind me, a silent and protective presence. Nox, in his cat form, jumped into Jess’