All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sophia sat comfortably in her study, sipping her morning coffee, her bare legs stretched out under the desk. She wore a pair of soft cotton shorts and a loose tank top, something light and cozy for a lazy weekend. Weekends were her time to relax, and today, she had planned to spend the whole day working on finalizing her app. It was the perfect distraction—the only thing that could keep her mind from wandering back to the previous night.But no matter how hard she tried to focus, Dante still found his way into her thoughts.She clenched her jaw, gripping her coffee mug tightly. Why am I still thinking about him? she scolded herself. She had spent the whole night tossing and turning, replaying everything that had happened between them. And now, even when she was trying to work, he still haunted her mind.She took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts away, directing all her attention to her laptop screen.She had finally managed to concentrate—at least a little—when something su

Dante sat in his office, his fingers tapping lightly against the polished surface of his desk. His sharp eyes were fixed on nothing in particular, lost in deep thought. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. His mind drifted back to the mission that had fueled his every decision for the past few years—the hunt for his father’s killer.He had spent years gathering information, tracking enemies, and eliminating threats, but lately, he had been distracted. It wasn’t like him to lose focus, not when revenge was at stake. His father’s death was still an open wound, one that could only be healed with blood. He had sworn to find the person responsible and make them pay. Yet, somehow, in the past few weeks, his thoughts had been clouded with something—or rather, someone—else.Sophia.The mere thought of her made his hardened expression soften slightly. She was unlike anyone he had ever met. She had a way of getting under his skin, of making him feel things

Lilian stepped out of the casino, one of her family’s many businesses. The casino was more than just a place where people gambled their money away—it was one of the key establishments where her family laundered money from their mafia dealings. It was a crucial part of their empire, and as the daughter of someone who works closely with a mafia figure, Lilian had a deep understanding of how their operations worked.As she walked toward the sleek black car waiting for her, her bodyguard quickly opened the door for her. Without sparing him a glance, she slipped into the backseat. Her driver was already seated in the front, his hands firmly on the wheel, ready to take her to her next destination. Her assistant, a sharp and efficient woman, slid into the seat beside her.The moment the car pulled away from the casino, her PA wasted no time. She opened her tablet and began listing out Lilian’s remaining schedule for the day, her tone professional and precise. Lilian listened absentmindedly,

Without a word, he pulled her closer into more comfortable hug. His presence alone made her feel a little less heavy, but the pain in her heart was still there, raw and deep.At first, she stiffened slightly, not used to being held like this. But as the warmth of his body surrounded her, she felt herself melting into him. His scent—masculine, familiar, safe—filled her senses, and for the first time that day, she took a deep, steady breath.Her fingers clutched the fabric of his suit, gripping it tightly like she was afraid to let go. She didn’t realize how much she had needed this until now. Dante’s arms felt like a shield, a barrier against the world. Against her pain. Against the emptiness she had been drowning in all day.She closed her eyes, resting her cheek against his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady, grounding her. She felt a lump rise in her throat, but she swallowed it down, trying to hold back her emotions.Dante didn’t speak. He didn’t rush her. He just held her,

Dante felt the shift in the air the moment Sophia stood up. Her movements were slow, deliberate. Her eyes, darkened with something he knew was more than just emotion, locked onto his with an intensity that made his muscles tense.She moved closer, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned in, her fingers grazing his jaw before trailing down to his neck. Dante swallowed hard, his entire body tightening with restraint. She was looking at him with the most seductive eyes he had ever seen, her lips slightly parted, tempting, inviting.Sophia reached for his collar, tugging him closer until their faces were just inches apart. Her breath hitched as her lips barely brushed against his. “Dante…” she whispered, her voice heavy with longing.Dante’s jaw clenched. She was tipsy—he could tell from the slight haze in her eyes and the way she swayed just a little. She wasn’t drunk, but she wasn’t entirely in control either. And that meant he couldn’t—no, he wouldn’t—take advantage of her.But