All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Two Months Ago IRIS' P.O.VWhat have I done?I waited to feel regret, but none came. Still, I couldn't help the trembling in my bones and the ache between my legs as I tiptoed around the hotel room, picking my clothes from the floor and pulling them on.My phone buzzed once, calling my attention, and I picked it from the bedside drawer. When I flipped it open, I saw a message from my best friend, Hilda.Hilda: Are you done?Hilda: You’re running out of time!My entire body rang with alarm as I checked my wristwatch. If I am not back home in an hour, I am as good as dead!Me: Be right down!Cursing softly, I scrambled about, more frantically this time, looking for other misplaced items of mine. I didn't care if the man taking a shower in the bathroom heard me. I found all my belongings except one, and I could have left without it, if it wasn’t my favourite piece.The sound of the shower turned off, and immediately, I froze in panic. I was supposed to be gone before he came out. In a sp

Shortly after Massimo climbed in, we leave his estate, riding for about two hours until we get to a point where the road becomes packed with reporters and cameramen, all vying for the pictures of the elite invited to the private burial of famous billionaire, Alessandro Scavo’s father.Then we drove about half a mile until we reached a mansion, and it was nothing like I had ever seen. I thought Massimo's manor was the biggest in the region, but I was wrong, the Scavo mansion was twice as huge and as wide as half an acre. My phone buzzed, and I checked it to see a message from my best friend, Hilda.“Where are you?!” She asked.“Already here.” I typed back. “What’s up?”“You need to get in asap! Alessandro Scavo is here!”My brows furrowed in confusion. "Who is that?!”“Oh, I forgot Massimo cut you off from the internet. Alessandro is the best thing since sliced bread. He's so handsome my heart breaks every time he smiles.”My lips curl into the faintest smile as I read Hilda's text gush

IRIS P.O.VTwo days later, I’m back in Massimo's house, a bit broken and devastated. After Alessandro had walked in, Massimo had explained what I had done to incur his wrath, and they had spoken in Italian before Massimo stormed off. Because I was naked, I had scrambled for my towel and had been terribly embarrassed. Alessandro had closed the distance between us, and my terror had escalated. He simply put a hand under my chin and moved it to the side, and I didn't miss the way it hardened when he saw my wound. After that, he had arranged for a doctor to come see me and patch my wound, and I didn't see him again after that. Now, I was here at dinner with Massimo’s extended family, talking over one another as they chatted away in Italian and English.I barely knew any of them, and they rarely looked my way, which was fine with me. The only people I was acquainted with were Julian and Marco, who were Massimo’s sons and were seated opposite me.I didn't know much about Marco because he

IRIS’ P.O.V The room Les brought me to was a storage room but it had been rearranged to accommodate a small table and two chairs. On this table was a small platter of food that seemed to be from the main course that was spread hours ago at dinner. I looked at Les, and then the food on the table. “What's going on?” I whispered, barely able to contain my feelings. “Are you trying to date me or something?” A corner of his lips tilted up in a smile. “I'm not that romantic,” he said, causing me to smile too. “Please, if you’ll allow me.” He said, motioning to the table. He placed a hand gently on my left arm and I had to bite my bottom lip, so I don’t remember how he touched me that night. I followed his guidance as he led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. "Why did you need to go to your Uncle's private wine collection?" I asked. Les smiled to himself. "Because I needed an excuse to be alone with you." Our gazes collide. "That and because my uncle promised to sh

IRIS’ P.O.V My eyes didn't leave the gun as Massimo waddled towards me. A bead of sweat hurriedly traveled down my back as I stood, rigid and paralyzed, in the anticipation of my death. Massimo must have found out about the key and considering what he did to that Mexican boy, there was no point in giving excuses anymore. Every fiber of my being trembled and when Massimo got close, I held my breath, squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the bang that would end it all. The first thing I felt was the essence of Massimo's body passing by me. ‘Okay, was he planning on shooting me from the back?’ I wondered. My heart pounded once, then again, and when nothing happened, I squint one eye open to find my fiancé wandering aimlessly about the room. His eyes seemed half-lidded, his head hung low and his mouth slack open and then it dawned on me.Massimo was sleepwalking. I almost laughed in disbelief until I remembered the gun in his hand. A sleepwalker and a loaded gun was a very bad combo