บททั้งหมดของ Her Dark Obsessions:Claimed By The Plus-Size Ruthless Harem: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

**Chapter 41 — "Jealousy, Unfiltered"**The message was still open on Sora's phone when Jack walked into the study. She saw him clock it before she could turn the screen down.... George's name, a string of texts from twenty minutes ago, the last one just three words. *Thinking of you.*"Working?" Jack asked, too casually."Just texting." She set the phone face-down on the desk anyway. "George wanted to know how the meeting with Donovan's lawyers went.""Did he."Something in his tone made her look up. Jack had loosened his tie, sleeves rolled to the forearm, the look of a man who'd spent the last six hours being pleasant to people he wanted to destroy. He was good at that. Too good, sometimes."You could've told him yourself," she said. "You were both in the building.""I was in a boardroom being asked why my company's name is in a gossip column next to a photo of you crying outside a hospital." He dropped into the chair

**Chapter 43 — "Justin's Refusal"**Justin found her before she found him, which should have told her something right away. He never sought people out. He waited for them to come to him, on his terms, in his territory. But here he was, standing in the doorway of the small office she'd claimed for consultancy work, arms crossed, looking like a man who'd rather be anywhere else."Can I talk to you?"Sora looked up from the laptop, the Marsh leak still open in three different browser tabs she hadn't managed to make sense of. "Depends what about.""About the leak." He said it fast, like ripping off a bandage. "About my father."She closed the laptop."Sit down."He didn't sit. He never sat when things were serious, she'd noticed, like sitting meant committing to staying long enough for the conversation to actually land somewhere. He paced instead, to the window and back, hands shoved deep in his pockets."My father

**Chapter 45 — "Nights Apart"**She told Jack about the brake lines. She told George too, separately, watching both their faces do the same thing.... go still, then hard, then careful, like men rearranging a room in their heads to figure out where the danger was now standing. Neither of them said Donovan's name out loud, but she could see it sitting behind their eyes anyway.What she didn't tell either of them was that she needed a week.Not a week away from them, exactly. Just a week where she wasn't managing what the crash report meant for Jack's company, or what it meant for George's family, or what Nephis wanted, or what Victor might already know. A week where she got to be a woman with a business and a set of decisions that belonged to no one but her."You're being quiet," Miranda said, on the third morning, watching Sora go through client emails at the kitchen table instead of the study, a small rebellion she hadn't quite named to herself ye

**Chapter 47 — "Cassie's File Grows"**The folder had started small. A printout here, a screenshot there, nothing that would look like much if anyone found it lying around. Cassie kept it in the bottom drawer of her desk, under a stack of old medical paperwork from Melvin's recovery, because nobody thought to look under grief.She added to it that night, after leaving his apartment with her hands still faintly shaking.*I was there, before all of this, remember?*She shouldn't have said it. She'd felt the words slip out before she could catch them, felt Melvin's attention sharpen in a way that frightened her more than she wanted to admit. He was starting to remember. Not everything, not yet, but enough that she could feel the ground shifting under the careful story she'd built.She sat at her desk and opened her laptop instead of thinking about that too hard.The Harrison family had a lot of public information if you knew where t

# Chapter 49 — "Donovan and Cassie, Unknowingly Parallel"Caster Donovan liked his office cold. Sixty-eight degrees, no lower, no higher, and if the thermostat drifted even a degree his assistant heard about it before her coffee got cold. Today it was sixty-eight exactly, and he was still sweating through his shirt."Say that again," he said.The man across from him.... Reyes, from legal, the one who always looked like he wanted to be somewhere else.... shifted in his chair. "The board wants a full accounting before Thursday. Where the tampering evidence came from. Who authorized the contractor. All of it.""They already have an accounting.""They have a story, Caster. There's a difference."Donovan stood and walked to the window because he needed his hands to be doing something other than forming fists. Down below, the city moved the way it always moved, indifferent, and somewhere in one of those buildings Jack Blackwood was sit