Alle Kapitel von Owned By His Obsession : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Autumn stared at the well-dressed messenger, the thick envelope feeling like a lead weight in his trembling hands. The man gave a curt, professional nod and turned to leave without another word, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that echoed in the small dorm room.For a long moment, Autumn just stood there, frozen. His heart hammered against his ribs as if trying to escape. Slowly, he sank onto the edge of his bed, the envelope burning in his lap. With shaking fingers, he tore it open.Inside was a formal, multi-page contract and a handwritten note in elegant script. The terms were brutally clear and merciless:Six months. Exclusive availability as Vegas Clairemont’s personal companion—whatever was required, whenever it was required. Complete obedience. Complete discretion. No contact with authorities. No resistance. In exchange: All academic sabotage would stop immediately. His mother’s debts would be cleared. The fruit stall would be completely restored,

Mila stood there in a striking red dress that clung to every curve, her long dark hair cascading over one shoulder like silk. The warm resort lighting caught the subtle shimmer on her skin and the confident curve of her smile. “Hey Vegas,” she purred, stepping forward without waiting for an invitation. Her perfume, sweet floral with a hint of vanilla and something warmer, wrapped around him immediately. “Miss me?”She leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, her hand sliding possessively down his arm. “You’ve been avoiding my texts for weeks. I figured I’d come see what’s keeping you so busy… or should I say who?” Her voice dropped suggestively as she pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, lips curved in a teasing pout. Vegas forced a polite smile as he stepped aside to let her in. “Mila. Good to see you,” Julian waved. She laughed softly, the sound light and familiar. She settled at the edge of the queen-sized bed, crossing her legs elegantly and patting the sp

Autumn’s phone was still warm in his hand as he ended the call with his mother. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the blank wall, the lie he had just told hanging heavy in the air like smoke. “Darling, that’s wonderful, but how did you…?” “It’s a special bonus, Mom,” he had rushed, forcing cheer into his voice. “The Dean’s been really impressed with my work, so he helped me get some part-time work with a CEO friend of his on the weekends. The pay's really good and it's flexible with my schedule.” The words tasted like poison. His palms had been sweaty the entire call, his voice pitching higher whenever she asked for details. If she had been standing in front of him, she would have seen right through it; the way his hands trembled, the way he couldn’t meet her eyes even over the phone. But distance had saved him this time. Now, the guilt was suffocating. He had lied to the one person who had sacrificed everything for him. The woman who had worked endless hours at the

The lecture hall was buzzing with the usual end-of-class energy as Professor Harlan wrapped up his slides. The third-year Real Estate Development course was one of the few classes Vegas actually attended regularly, mostly because his father expected him to maintain a strong academic record in the family-approved major.“Before you all rush out,” Professor Harlan said, raising his voice to cut through the growing chatter, “I have your next major assignment.”A collective groan rippled through the room. The professor smiled dryly and clicked to the final slide.“You’ll work in pairs on a comprehensive development proposal. Choose a site on or near campus: an abandoned warehouse, an underutilized lot, anything with real potential. Your proposal must include market analysis, architectural concept sketches, budget breakdown, sustainability features, and a full presentation deck. Due in three weeks. This counts for 40% of your grade.”Students began murmuring, already discussing potential p

Vegas stayed up all night, staring at the ceiling in his huge bedroom. He counted the little square designs in the recessed lighting, trying to push the image out of his head. The king-sized bed felt too big and empty. The silk sheets were cool but did nothing to calm him down.He had tried everything: flipping sides, punching the pillow, counting backward from a hundred, yet nothing seemed to work.The image of Autumn from earlier that day kept coming back. He even paced the bedroom floor for almost an hour, bare feet quiet on the expensive rug, before giving up and booting up his laptop to play a game.The bright screen lit up the dark room, but he couldn’t focus. Every few minutes, he caught himself staring at nothing, replaying the moment in the lecture hall when Autumn walked in wearing that yellow sweater, holding the rose, plush bear, and gift bag like a nervous kid with a crush.“Why am I so bothered?” he whispered, clutching his pillow tighter. The words felt stupid even as h