All Chapters of Veiled Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The soft clinking of cutlery against fine china had faded into silence. The dining room was dimly lit, the chandelier above casting a warm glow over the polished mahogany table. The scent their dinner and freshly baked croissants still lingered in the air, but Olivia could hardly focus on anything except the man sitting dangerously close to her.Sebastian.His presence was overwhelming, his body angled toward hers, his knee just barely brushing against hers beneath the table. The heat of him, the quiet intensity in his gaze, made her breath unsteady. He had barely touched his food, but his appetite seemed to be fixated elsewhere.Olivia lowered her gaze to her lap, gripping the napkin between her fingers. She knew what was coming. She had felt it in the way his eyes lingered on her, in the way his fingers toyed lazily with the rim of his coffee cup.Then, his voice—low, husky, laced with something dark—broke the silence."I’m completely fine now… and in a position to do anything."Oli

The morning light streamed through the expansive windows of Sebastian’s bedroom, bathing the sleek interior in a warm golden glow that seemed to promise a perfect day ahead. The remnants of the previous night lingered in the air, creating a cozy atmosphere—clothes were haphazardly strewn across the polished hardwood floor, and the faint mingling of his cologne with Olivia’s delicate floral perfume added a touch of intimacy to the scene.Sebastian stood at the bathroom mirror, meticulously adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment, delighting in the day’s possibilities. He took a moment to glance over at Olivia's reflection, caught in the serene act of choosing an outfit from the elegant chaos of her walk-in closet. Wrapped in a luxurious silk robe, the fabric shimmered softly against her skin, while her hair, still slightly tousled from sleep, framed her face in gentle waves."You’ll be late if you ke

Sebastian and Olivia found themselves seated across from each other on the tranquil rooftop of their office building, a serene oasis high above the bustling city below. Sebastian had meticulously arranged this private lunch, seeking a moment of respite from their typical fast-paced workday. The sprawling skyline framed by the late afternoon sun provided a striking backdrop, where the gleaming glass facades of towering buildings clashed with the soft hues of the sky, painted in shades of orange and lavender. Distant sounds—a symphony of honking cars and faint voices—seemed to fade, wrapped in the warm embrace of the cool breeze that danced around them. The table between them was elegantly set, adorned with simple yet stylish plates of perfectly grilled salmon, glistening with a light drizzle of lemon butter, and vibrant salads laced with heirloom tomatoes and fresh herbs. The delightful aroma wafted around them, mingling with the crisp air, inviting them to savor not just their meal b

Olivia sat beside Sebastian, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her gaze fixed on the television screen, yet her mind drifted far from the laughter echoing from the characters on Friends. As the familiar theme song played, she felt the weight of disappointment pressing down on her, an insistent reminder of the day’s unspoken truth. He forgot my birthday. The thought twisted in her mind like a thorn, sparking a tangled web of frustration. She stole a sidelong glance at him, noting how effortlessly he immersed himself in the episode. His eyes danced with mirth, and a faint smirk crept across his face whenever Chandler delivered one of his trademark sarcastic jabs. How could he be so utterly relaxed? So blissfully unaware of the significance of today? It was as if they were living in two parallel worlds—his filled with humor and lightheartedness while hers was clouded with disappointment and a sense of overlooked importance. Olivia felt a surge of hurt wash over her, the kind that l

Olivia blinked awake, her senses gently stirred by the delicate touch of soft rose petals fluttering onto her skin, each one whispering a sweet allure of morning. As she sat up, her surprise turned to wonder, watching in awe as deep red petals cascaded gracefully from the ceiling fan above, twirling like dancers in slow motion. A small, delighted smile bloomed on her lips—this unexpected shower of roses felt ethereal, intimate, almost as if she had stumbled from the realm of dreams into a waking fantasy. Her gaze wandered to the bedside table, where a meticulously arranged tray awaited her. The warm, buttery aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air, mingling harmoniously with the rich scent of her favorite coffee, still steaming in a beautifully crafted mug. A bowl of perfectly sliced fruits—vividly colored strawberries, succulent oranges, and plump blueberries—sat invitingly, a feast for both the eye and palate. Yet, what truly captivated her was the elegant note res