Todos os capítulos de His Most Dangerous Addiction: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

I don’t like surprises.That’s the first thing people usually learn about me. The second is that I don’t forgive them.“Sir, we just received the updated report.”I didn’t look up from the tablet in my hand. “You’re ten minutes late.”“I know. The delay came from—”“I didn’t ask for the reason.” I finally glanced at him. “I asked for results.”He shut up immediately. Good.I set the tablet down on the desk, the glass surface reflecting the city lights behind me. Thirty floors above Quezon City, everything looks clean. Quiet. Controlled.Exactly how I like it.“Start talking,” I said.“The acquisition in Novaliches,” he began carefully. “There’s been a complication.”Of course there is.“There’s always a complication when people don’t do their job right,” I replied flatly. “Be specific.”He hesitated for a second. That alone told me I wasn’t going to like what I was ab

I don’t chase people.If I need something, it comes to me.That’s how it’s always been.But as I stood in my office the morning after that meeting, staring at the city like it owed me answers, I already knew—this wasn’t going to follow my usual rules.“Sir, we’ve started digging deeper.”I didn’t turn around. “That’s not what I asked.”A pause. “We’re still gathering—”“I said find everything,” I cut in. “Not start.”“Yes, sir.”I finally looked at him.“Tell me something useful.”He straightened slightly, flipping open the tablet in his hand. “Thea Claire Smith has multiple identities tied to her name. Most of them are clean, but they don’t last long. She moves every few months, sometimes sooner.”“Why?”“No pattern yet. But every location has one thing in common.”“Which is?”“Business transactions linked to underground networks.”Of course.“Direct involvement?”“Hard to prove. But based on timing, she’s always nearby when something happens.”I walked back to my desk, picking up th

I don’t scare easily.But I respect patterns.And right now, everything was starting to form one.A warning call. A photo taken without mistake. A message delivered straight to my door.That’s not random.That’s controlled.Which means whoever’s behind this isn’t just watching—they’re planning.“Sir, perimeter is clear.”I didn’t look away from the glass wall. “It was clear before too.”“Yes, sir.”“And yet someone still got close enough to leave that.”Silence.Because there was no excuse for that.“Fix it,” I said.“We will.”I finally turned, picking up the photo again from the table.The angle bothered me.Not because it was invasive.Because it was precise.That shot wasn’t taken by someone careless. It was taken by someone patient. Someone who knew exactly where to stand, when to move, and how to disappear.Not an amateur.Not hired last minute.This was planned long before I even stepped into that building.Which means—They knew I was coming.“Trace everything,” I said. “Camer