All Chapters of The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Eve The sunlight crept through the window, stinging my eyes as I blinked against the brightness. My head throbbed, a relentless pounding that matched the dryness in my throat. Every part of my body ached like I had been hit by a truck. I tried to shift slightly, but even the smallest movement sent sharp pains coursing through me. “Please don’t move, miss.” The unfamiliar voice startled me, and my eyes snapped open. Instinctively, I tried to sit up, but it was the wrong decision. A wave of pain surged through me, making me groan as my body collapsed back onto the soft mattress. “Miss, I said don’t move. You still have a fever.” The voice muttered again. It was calming but still unfamiliar. I placed a trembling hand over my forehead, trying to steady myself. My voice was hoarse as I muttered, “Who… are you?” “I apologize for not introducing myself earlier,” the voice replied. “I’m Dr. Sophia Dieng, and I’ve been treating your fever, while you were unconscious.” Her name re

Eve The room was silent. Neither of us spoke, neither of us had anything to say. My gaze was locked on his, trying to decipher the expression on his face. Was it worry? Guilt? Or something else entirely? Finally, Theodore decided to break the silence. "How are you doing?" I blinked, slightly surprised by the question. His concern seemed genuine, but I didn’t know what to make of it. After everything, why did he care? I managed a small sincere smile, "I’m fine. Sophia made sure of that." He nodded, his features relaxing just slightly. “She had to make sure you were okay, it is her responsibility.” His response caught me off guard, I tilted my head, studying him. Something about the way he said it struck me as odd, like there was more he wasn’t saying. I had never understood why he was acting this way towards me—why he was treating me differently. It was suspicious. What the hell are you hiding, Theodore? “Thank you for taking me to your place despite being mean

Xander Your wife is still with your ex-best friend. Is this some kind of love triangle or what? I’m loving this twist. I stared at the text, my eyes scanning the words again. My lips pressed into a thin line, my eyes still cold and bored, but a faint twitch in my hand betrayed me. I dropped the phone onto the table in front of me, leaning back in my chair. Love triangle? I told that person to protect and keep an eye on her, and so far, their updates had been regular, and annoyingly accurate to the point that unnecessary words were added to either annoy or get a reaction out of me. Eve had lost the only person she loved, and I wanted her to feel that pain, to let it carve into her so deeply that she could harness it, use it as a weapon against her enemies—those who had manipulated her, used her as a pawn in their games. Pain, after all, could be a powerful source of strength. And in part, I was right. That pain had driven her to confront her family, to face them in a fit of

Theodore I stepped out of the car and walked into the house. I was exhausted. It had been another long, tiring day. Despite my best efforts, I hadn’t managed to make it home early enough to see Eve before she slept. Again. There were so many things demanding my attention, and Eve was one of them. If I was being honest, she was the one I thought about the most, even when my mind was drowning in work. Once inside, I loosened my tie and climbed the stairs. All I wanted was to take a quick shower, check on her, and then handle the rest of my tasks for the night. As I neared my room, I slipped off my jacket, holding it, and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it hang open. The moment I stepped inside and flicked on the lights, I froze. The walls were covered in birthday decorations—streamers, banners, balloons. And there, sitting on the bed, was Eve. She was holding a small cake, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, she wore a stunning red that looked like it was made

Theodore She tasted sweet. I didn't know how to describe it perfectly, but one thing was clear—she was addicting. The kind of sweetness that sank deep into your veins and left you craving more. And I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to claim her. I wanted her to be mine. I had tried to hold back my desires and temptations, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could rival how she looked lying there on my bed, completely bare. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Damn it. As if it wasn’t hard enough trying to control myself, she had to look up at me with those wide, beautiful, innocent eyes. She shifted slightly, her hands coming up to cover her breasts, her gaze dropping to the side, as if she were shy. I clenched my jaw, dragging in a ragged breath. But it was useless. I had seen everything. I was the one who had stripped her bare, the one who carried her to my room, laid her down. “Don’t hide yourself from me, Eve.” She glanced up at me, her lips parti