Todos os capítulos de His Filthy Obsession : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Chapter 31Damien’s POVThe doctor led us down a different corridor and up one level. Victor walked slightly ahead, his shoulders rigid. Elena stayed at my side. Neither of us spoke. The hospital felt quieter on this floor, the lights lower, the air heavier with the same sharp smell of disinfectant.We stopped outside a room near the end of the hall. The doctor checked the chart on the door, then looked at me.“He’s awake. His injuries are manageable. I’ll give you a few minutes, but I need to be clear this is still a patient under our care. Keep it brief.”I gave a short nod. The doctor opened the door and stepped aside.The man in the bed was younger than I expected, late thirties, maybe early forties. My mom is even way too older than him. One arm was bandaged and held in a simple sling. There was a cut above his eyebrow and bruising along the side of his face. He looked up when we entered, and for a moment confusion crossed his features before recognition settled in.Victor spoke

Chapter 33Damien’s POVI pushed open the stairwell door and stepped into the colder air of the stairs.Elena followed behind. Neither of us spoke as we went down. The sounds of the hospital faded with each level the distant voices, the soft movement of carts, the residual tension that still clung to the corridors above. By the time we reached the ground floor, the continuous pressure of the last few hours had settled into something quieter and heavier.Outside, the early morning air was cool against my face. The sky had begun to lighten at the edges, a thin pale line rising beyond the buildings. I walked toward the car without looking back at the hospital. Elena stayed beside me. I unlocked the doors, and we both got in.I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. The streets were still mostly empty. City lights reflected off the windshield in long, dull streaks. I kept both hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. The night had stripped too many layers from the

Chapter 35Damien’s POVThe doctor’s words stayed in the air long after he walked away.The paralysis may be permanent.Victor stood rigid near the wall. Elena remained beside me, quiet and steady. The hallway felt colder than it had all night. I stared at the space where they had taken my mother and felt something inside me finally reach its limit.Everything from the night kept pressing in at once the accident, Daniel Reed, the truth that she had been ready to leave again, the stroke, the paralysis. And underneath all of it sat the conversation with Marcus. His words had been following me for hours.You’re allowed to want something real. Even you.I had tried to drink them away. I had tried to bury them under control and distance. None of it had worked.“I’m going home,” I said to my dad.He nodded once, too drained to argue. Elena followed me without needing an explanation.Elena’s POVThe drive back was silent.Damien’s hands stayed tight on the wheel. I watched him in short glanc

Chapter 37Damien’s POVThe words landed harder than I expected.I’ve been in love with you for four years.Elena stood in the doorway of her suite, eyes red rimmed, body tense, as if saying it out loud had taken the last of her strength. The morning light from the living room windows stretched across the floor between us. For a moment I couldn’t move.Four years.The entire time she had worked beside me. The late nights in the office. The quiet way she anticipated what I needed before I asked. The careful professionalism that never slipped even when I gave her every reason to pull away. I had spent those years treating her like the most reliable person in my life while remaining blind to what she was actually carrying.I took a slow step toward her.“Elena…”She shook her head quickly, as if she wasn’t ready for whatever I might say next. Her voice came out unsteady.“I didn’t plan to tell you like this. I didn’t plan to tell you at all. But you said what you said, and you kissed me,

Chapter 39Damien’s POVSleep never really came.I spent most of the night in the living room, phone in hand, going through every public post Sierra had made. The claim was spreading faster than I expected. Screenshots. Comments. Old photos taken out of context. By the time morning light filled the penthouse, the story had already reached people I would have preferred it never touch.Elena’s door opened around seven. She came out dressed simply, her face composed but tired. Whatever softness had existed between us after the confessions now sat under a new kind of pressure.“I’m coming with you,” she said.I looked at her for a moment, then nodded. There was no point arguing. She had already been dragged into this the moment Sierra went public.The clinic was private, expensive, and discreet. We arrived early. A nurse took our names and led us to a quiet waiting area. Elena sat beside me without speaking. The silence between us was heavy, but not empty. It carried everything we had sa