All Chapters of Kane's Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The planned lunch with my family was set for the following weekend.Aiden had chosen a private, heavily secured restaurant with his own security team stationed discreetly around the building. He reviewed every detail himself, the table, the menu, the exit routes, even the seating arrangement. I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, even as he tried to keep his voice calm when speaking to me.“You’ll tell them you’re happy,” he said one evening while we sat on the couch. I was curled in his lap, his hand resting possessively on the titanium collar. “That I take care of you. That this is what you want. Nothing more.”I nodded, but my stomach was in knots.The days leading up to the meeting felt heavier than usual. Aiden was distracted. His calls ran longer. His touches remained possessive, but there was a new distance in his eyes, like he was looking at me and seeing something more complicated than just his breeding boy.One night, after he had held me for a long time without

The private brunch was set for Sunday at a secluded garden restaurant Aiden owned. Heavy security, a private room, and a carefully controlled guest list, everything on his terms.I was nervous the entire morning. Aiden dressed me carefully, a soft grey button-up shirt left open at the collar to prominently display the titanium band, dark trousers, and polished shoes that made me look respectable but still unmistakably his. He fastened the collar himself, fingers lingering on the silver ring as he adjusted it.“Remember,” he said quietly, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “You belong to me. That’s the only truth that matters today.”I nodded, but my stomach was in knots.My mother, Lily, and her husband arrived first. The moment they saw me, the emotions spilled over. Mom hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. Lily’s eyes immediately locked onto the titanium collar, her expression a mix of shock and heartbreak.“Kai…” Mom pulled back, holding my face in her hands, searching my eyes.

The pressure finally broke on a cold, rainy Thursday night.It had been building for weeks, the constant messages from my family, Victor Lang’s escalating threats, and Aiden’s growing emotional distance even as he held me tighter physically. I could feel the fracture widening between us, even as we moved through the same intense routines.That evening, after Aiden had spent nearly two hours using me on the breeding bench, I lay in his arms, plugged and full, my body exhausted but my mind wide awake. The titanium collar felt heavier than usual against my throat, a constant reminder of everything I had surrendered.“I can’t keep doing this,” I whispered into the darkness.Aiden’s hand paused on my back. “Doing what?”“Lying to my family. Pretending everything is fine. Letting them worry while I hide here, collared and owned.” My voice cracked. “And you… You’re pulling away emotionally. You fuck me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear, but you won’t talk to me about what you’re really feeli

The Europe offer refused to die quietly.Marcus called again two days later, this time while I was kneeling beside Aiden’s desk during one of his afternoon meetings. I silenced the call, but Aiden noticed immediately. He muted his own call and looked down at me with that unreadable expression that always made my stomach tighten.“Answer it,” he said. “Speaker.”My hands shook as I picked up the phone.“Kai,” Marcus said, voice bright with urgency. “The Tuscany project just got bigger. They’ve increased the budget and extended it to eight weeks if you want. Private villa, full creative control, and they’re offering a feature in their flagship magazine. This could be the one that changes everything for you.”I felt Aiden’s hand move to the back of my neck, fingers pressing lightly against the titanium collar.“I… I’m still thinking about it,” I managed. “It sounds incredible, but timing is difficult right now.”Marcus sighed. “Kai, I’m going to be honest with you. If you turn this down,

Aiden’s question hung in the air between us for days. “Which version of you do you want to be? The photographer… or my breeding boy?” I didn’t have an answer. Not one I could say out loud. The Europe offer remained open. Marcus had extended the deadline once more, but he made it clear this was the final one. The brand was getting impatient. If I didn’t commit soon, they would move on to someone else. My family’s messages continued like a slow drip of guilt. My mother sent photos of our old neighborhood, of the park where I used to take pictures as a teenager. Lily sent voice notes that grew more desperate with each passing day. I listened to every one of them in silence, the titanium collar cool against my throat, the plug inside me a constant, intimate reminder of the life I had chosen. Aiden watched me carefully. He didn’t push for an answer about Europe, but I could feel his tension growing. His touches became more possessive during the day and more intense at night. He held m