Lahat ng Kabanata ng OBSESSED HEART: Tame by Fate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

My feet barely touched the floor as I hurried toward Madam Santiago’s private quarters. My mind was still reeling from yesterday’s encounter—from the moment Nicholas opened his eyes, to the shock of slapping him, and the terrifying rage that burned in his gaze. That man was no human when awake; he was a beast trapped in a handsome shell. But as much as I feared him, I needed this job more.My adoptive parents were gone, paid off and vanished. I had no home, no family, nowhere else to go. Every peso I earned here would be the foundation of my new life—my only chance to survive on my own. No matter how cruel or difficult this work became, I would endure.I knocked softly on the heavy wooden door before stepping inside. Mrs. Santiago sat by the window, holding a porcelain cup of coffee, her posture elegant and unshakable as always.“Mrs. Santiago, you called for me?” I asked, keeping my head slightly bowed, voice soft and respectful.She took a slow sip of her coffee, her gaze drifting t

I kept walking, my pace steady and unhurried, a soft, meaningless hum slipping past my lips as if I had not a single care in the world. My eyes darted nowhere, my head turned at no sudden noise, and my posture remained relaxed—completely unaware, or so I wanted the watcher to believe. But beneath that calm surface, every nerve in my body was stretched tight as a wire. I knew they were there; I could feel the weight of their gaze heavy on my back, burning into me from some hidden corner of the hallway. Whoever was watching was clever, but I was cleverer. I would not let them know I had already sensed their presence. I stayed alert, memorizing every shadow, every door, every possible escape route, until I finally reached the safety of the kitchen.Mrs. Santiago was there, standing by the marble counter with a plate of butter cookies in hand, nibbling on one casually as she stared out the window. She turned her head when she heard my footsteps, a knowing smile touching her lips.“Ah, Cri

Someone pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped inside. Immediately, Nicholas caught my eye and signaled sharply with his hand, motioning for me to hide behind the long, heavy velvet curtains. I moved quickly and silently, pressing myself flat against the wall, concealed by the thick fabric.The man who entered walked slowly toward Nicholas’s wheelchair, his steps confident yet dripping with disdain. He stopped just a few feet away, looking down with a twisted smirk.“What a useless heir… Crippled and broken, left only to wait for death.”That voice. That tone. I knew exactly who it belonged to—it was Ethan, Nicholas’s half-brother.I stayed perfectly still in my hiding spot, watching through the small gap in the drapes. Ethan began to pace around the room, hands behind his back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as if he had already claimed victory.“I honestly don’t understand why Father always favored you above everyone else,” he said, his voice laced with lingering envy

I didn’t give a damn about that letter that slipped and fell onto the floor, even when a strange, uneasy feeling pricked sharply at my chest. But tell me honestly—does a piece of paper truly matter more than the throbbing ache and soreness still lingering deep within my body?Exhaustion finally dragged me under. I curled up on the edge of the bed, shivering against the cold sheets, and only woke when my stomach gave a loud, empty rumble. Dawn had already broken, spilling pale gray light through the windows. The air remained thick, suffocating, heavy with unspoken anger—the same tension that had filled this room since the moment I stepped inside.I pushed myself up slowly, wincing as soreness shot through me, and reached for the things scattered across the floor—small gifts Ethan had given to him with such warmth, things Nicholas had snatched away and hurled aside as if they were nothing more than trash.“What are you trying to do?”His voice cut through the silence like shards of ice