All Chapters of Vicious Obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

And where is the baby? Is the baby alive or dead? If the baby is alive, it should be around my age... unless she lost the child because there never was a baby at all.Now, this reminded me of what Gideon used to say, that Cynthia had a child. Was that actually true? I stared down at the platinum hotel card Damien had handed me. There was clearly a massive piece of this puzzle I was missing, and looking at the sleek plastic in my hand, a sudden, burning urge to uncover the truth clawed at my chest.I flipped the card over. "Anything else?""Tell her that I found out the baby is not dead."My senses felt like they completely stopped working. "What baby? And what do you mean not dead? Cynthia never had a baby, and I certainly didn't grow up knowing I had a niece or a nephew.""Just give her the card along with that message," Damien replied. "She will understand, and she will agree to meet me."I stared at the card over and over again before looking up into his face. I had a niece or nep

She covered her mouth with her palm immediately, her eyes widening in panic as she stared at me."Where did you get that from?"I smirked, turning away from her with a cold flick of my wrist, until I felt her hands lunging forward, her fingers clawing onto my arms."Where did you get that from?!" she shrieked, shaking me. "Did you meet up with him? Why the hell did you meet up with him?! Didn't I warn you to stay the fuck away from him?!""What did you do with him?! Answer me right now!" she demanded, her voice cracking with hysteria."What were you doing with him?! You didn't sleep with him, did you?!"I struggled against her, trying to wrench myself out of her iron grip, but she held on, our bodies colliding as we wrestled with each other in order to free myself. "Tell me! Why don't you ever take simple instructions?! I told you to stay away from him!""Leave me alone!" I roared, shoving her back with all my might. "I don't answer to you! I'm allowed to do whatever the fuck I want!

"Elias, this is not the time for us to joke around like this.""I'm just telling you that what is mine, I always have it.""No, you shouldn't have me now. Don't even think about it! Else, I will blow my head off and just disappear." Elias, this is not the right time to do this. I liked him so much, I should have been thrilled by him confessing something like this, but the dread clawing at my stomach had completely dried up any possible happiness I was supposed to feel."Is it because of Persie? I can deal with that.""Deal? Don't you dare touch her or rattle her, otherwise, she'll tell the entire world we're sleeping with each other.""I think that makes it exciting. It's infinitely better than whatever the hell is going on across social media right now." And when on earth did he become so obsessed with social media? "I hate that you're being shipped and paired with her on every single platform I come across. I didn't realize how much I hated the thought of you ever belonging to he

I blinked repeatedly, staring straight into her eyes as she continued smiling like a manicuring demon. What the absolute fuck did she mean by that?She only smiled wider. "You wouldn't dare say such sick shit," I hissed under my breath, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to project ice. "Not publicly.""I would, and I honestly don't give a damn if it's entirely true or just another rumor," she whispered back. "The most important part is that it's going to cause a stir and tear the Vance empire apart from the inside out. Your mother would be so utterly broken apart...""Cynthia's daughter?" I interrupted aloud, "How the fuck could you even call me that?" My eyes wavered, my brain frantically trying to piece together why she would pull such a mind-bending lie out of thin air, even as a sick joke.The only person who ever made jokes like that was Gideon. He was the one who would consciously refer to Cynthia as my mother just to watch me squirm, before changing his tune to get

"Lyra?" I repeated, rolling the name on my tongue like it was something precious, something fragile, something to be relieved."I wish I had met her someday, Elias," I whispered against his skin. He held me even closer, and I squeezed him back just as tightly. "I really wish I had gotten to meet her.""I feel reassured saying that out loud for the first time," he murmured. "I’ve never told anyone before. Not even after my father's cruelties... he couldn't even comfort us back then, you know. We were supposed to heal together as a family, but I guess that's just never how Noctara works.""Or maybe he was suffering from a deeper pain than us and wanted to be comforted, too," he continued speaking quietly. I listened in silence, wishing I could carve out those hurts and place them on a scale, watching them dance around the clock like a pendulum until the weight vanished."I think that's why I just couldn't bring myself to sleep with any woman," Elias confessed softly. "I couldn't see mys