All Chapters of The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Xander The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm as it touched my face. I groaned, pulling a hand over my eyes to block the brightness. My consciousness stirred slowly until reality settled in with a jolt. My eyes snapped open, and I pushed myself up, my gaze instinctively landing on the empty space beside me. Of course, she was gone. I cursed under my breath, running a frustrated hand through my hair. The blanket covered my lower body as I leaned back against the headboard, the memories of last night flooding my mind. Last night… Last night that woman gave herself to me. The thought made my jaw tighten. After taking her first, I hadn’t been able to stop myself. One time turned into two, then three, then four, and even five. I hadn’t let her sleep until the early hours of the morning, driven by a maddening need to have her completely, to leave no part of her untouched, unclaimed. She’d been exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open by the end. I’d forced myself

Eve Eleven years ago I stood at the back of the crowded room, squeezing myself into the space between the other kids. There were so many of us now. Every day, more children came, and the numbers grew too quickly to keep track of. Once, I could count how many of us lived here, but now the faces blurred together—new arrivals showing up at the doorstep almost daily, scared and confused. It felt suffocating sometimes, like the walls of the orphanage were closing in on us. But this was home. It was all we had. At fourteen, I had a new responsibility: taking care of the younger children. While some of the older kids groaned and complained about the task, I didn’t mind it. Actually, I quite liked it. Most of the kids my age or older ignored me, acting like I didn’t exist. But the little ones didn’t care about any of that. They liked me. They clung to me, followed me around, and laughed at the silly faces I made to cheer them up. I spent most of my days with them, helping to calm their

Nick “Ah, Nick! Faster, please!” Freya’s breathless moans filled the dimly lit room, her nails digging into my back, dragging across my skin with desperate urgency. I did as she asked, moving faster, rougher, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I buried myself in her. Her cries spurred me on, but my mind… my mind wasn’t fully here. I should’ve been lost in the moment, consumed by the heat of her body against mine, but instead, the scene from earlier kept replaying in my head. Eve. Her voice, the way it cut through Freya’s insults like a scalpel. Her defiance, the way she didn’t back down, even as Freya’s spout out her nonsense, I hadn’t expected it—not from Eve. I’d seen her endure so much, letting it roll off her back like water, never fighting back, always the obedient woman who would do anything to be loved and cherished. She was the perfect pawn, the perfect woman to use. When I first saw her, I was so happy that someone like her existed. She was so smart, but she didn’t kn

Eve I stared at the person in the mirror, my reflection barely recognizable. My blonde hair was styled to perfection, a soft cascade of curls pinned elegantly into place with a few loose strands framing my face. My makeup was flawless, highlighting my features in ways I didn’t even know were possible. The soft pink lipstick complimented my skin tone. I-is this me? Impossible, had I always looked like this? I asked myself, unable to believe the woman standing in front of the mirror was actually me. I didn’t know I could look like this. Mia was always the one people noticed, the one who dressed up, who turned heads. I was the twin who faded into the background, always in baggy clothes and messy ponytails. So naturally, everyone always thought she was the prettier one. And I agreed with them, because she was beautiful. She was curvier, with a body that could seduce any man. In contrast, I was slimmer but with round curves. I touched the white dress, it was stunning and definitely

Catherine A Few Minutes Ago I sat in the waiting area, my hands trembling in my lap, unable to steady them no matter how hard I tried. My heart pounded as though it wanted to break free from my chest. The seconds felt like hours, dragging on endlessly as I stared at the double doors of the operating room. Every time they moved, my breath hitched, but it was never the doctors. I had never been this scared of anything in my life. When I was younger, I was taught to never fear, to let the Lord guide me, to give my life to Him, to follow the scriptures blindly, and to never question anything the Bible said. And I believed it. I believed it so deeply that I didn’t question when my father—no, when that demon told me to take off my clothes. He said the Lord wanted me to obey him because he was my father, that it was written in the Bible. But it felt wrong. Everything about what he did to me felt wrong. And when I told people, nobody believed me. Nobody except Mother Ava. Not only d