All Chapters of Veiled Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Olivia sat at her desk, barely able to focus on her work. Her phone was beside her, screen dark, but she could still feel its weight, a reminder of the last disturbing message she’d received. Every small sound around her felt amplified, and her nerves were frayed.Out of habit, she glanced out the window. Across the street, a figure lingered—a tall man with his hat pulled low, seemingly watching her. Her chest tightened, and she quickly looked away, convincing herself it was just a passerby, but her heart kept pounding.Just then, Alexander entered her office, catching her off guard. He was observant, and today, he didn’t miss her tense posture.“You don’t look like yourself today,” he remarked, giving her a long look. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”Startled, Olivia managed a faint smile. “Yeah… just a lot on my mind.”Alexander’s gaze lingered on her, and he reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder—a touch that was meant to be comforting but instead felt oddly possessive. “You’r

The office was eerily quiet as Olivia typed away at her laptop, her fingers moving slower than usual. She was nearly done with her work, but her focus had been scattered all evening. The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed above her, and the faint sound of rain against the windows only added to her sense of isolation. A glance at the clock showed it was nearly 10 PM.Her phone sat on her desk, screen dark, but its presence loomed over her like a weight. The anonymous messages had stopped, for now, but their lingering threat echoed in her mind. “See you soon, Olivia.” She shivered at the memory and shook her head, trying to focus.“Burning the midnight oil again?”The voice startled her. Olivia looked up to see Alexander leaning casually against the doorway, his suit jacket slung over his arm. His tailored shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing just a hint of his chest. He smiled, and the room seemed to shrink around her.“I didn’t expect anyone else to still be here,” Olivia replied, he

OLIVIA'S POV The elevator doors slid open, and Alexander led me into his penthouse. The sight was breathtaking—sleek furniture, ambient lighting, and a city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the massive windows. It felt surreal, like stepping into a magazine spread."Make yourself at home," Alexander said, his voice smooth as velvet.I hesitated for a second before moving further inside, setting my bag carefully on the coffee table. My gaze swept the room. Everything about the space screamed wealth and sophistication. I could feel Alexander’s presence behind me, watching my every move.“This place is... beautiful,” I said, trying to sound casual, though the grandeur of it made me uneasy.“I’m glad you like it,” he replied. His tone was warm, but there was an undercurrent of something else.He moved to a sleek bar cart by the wall and picked up a bottle of wine. “Red or white?”“Red,” I said softly. My voice came out smaller than I expected, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. He’

Sebastian Massimo leaned back in his plush leather chair, the glow of his laptop screen casting sharp shadows across his chiseled features. The numbers on the spreadsheet blurred together, meaningless. Another late night, another silent office. The clicking of the clock was his only companion. This was his life—a successful business built from nothing, yet nothing to show for it but loneliness. At thirty-six, Sebastian had everything a man could desire: wealth, power, and influence. But his sprawling villa in Florence felt like a gilded cage. Until her. He had first seen Olivia at a business seminar in Milan. She wasn’t meant to stand out; just another face in the sea of suits and polished shoes. But the moment she walked into the conference room, Sebastian’s world tilted. She wasn’t like the others. Her demeanor was gentle, her presence understated, yet magnetic. Sebastian watched her from across the room as she nervously adjusted her glasses and tucked a strand of hair behind h

Morning light filtered through the soft drapes, casting a golden glow across the unfamiliar room. Olivia stirred awake, her lashes fluttering as she blinked against the brightness. For a moment, she felt weightless, caught in the haze of waking from a dream. But as she turned her head, reality began to set in. This wasn’t her room. The bed was far larger and more luxurious than her simple one-bedroom apartment could afford. The room was pristine, with an understated elegance. A single abstract painting dominated the far wall, its muted colors blending seamlessly with the cream and beige decor. A glass door led to a balcony, where sunlight spilled onto the floor in soft, inviting pools. Olivia sat up, clutching the comforter to her chest as unease rippled through her. The events of the previous night were fragmented, flashes of rain and heartbreak mingling with the sense of falling into nothingness. She remembered leaving Alexander’s penthouse, her body trembling with anger and hu