All Chapters of Fighting For Her Heart: The Billionaire's Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sara***The break felt like anything but. The bright set lights bore down on me, illuminating every anxious shift of my stance. The hum of the cameras, the muffled conversations of the crew, and the occasional rustling of scripts created a dissonant symphony that only amplified the tension radiating between Sam, Max, and me. I tried to focus on the task at hand—the job I had worked so hard to land. This was my moment, an opportunity to solidify my place in the industry, but the emotional storm brewing between these two men made it almost impossible to breathe, let alone think clearly.Sam’s arm remained around my waist, a steady yet unyielding presence that spoke volumes. It was as if he wanted to shield me, not just from Max, but from the world itself. And while part of me found comfort in that possessiveness, another part of me felt suffocated. This wasn’t just about him wanting to protect me; it was about control, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about being at the center of it.I glan

Sara***The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sterile scent of the hospital room. The harsh lights above made my eyes squint, and I blinked, struggling to focus. My body felt like it had been through a war, bruised and broken from the fall. Pain shot through my legs as I tried to move, reminding me of how quickly everything had turned upside down. The memories came rushing back—the anger in Max’s eyes, Sam’s protective grip, and the dizzying moment before I’d lost consciousness.I tried to sit up, but the ache in my limbs made the task harder than it should have been. A soft groan escaped me as I adjusted, my head spinning with every movement."Hey, take it easy," a voice soothed from beside me.I turned my head, and my breath hitched when I saw Sam sitting in a chair beside my bed. His eyes were filled with worry, his posture tense as though he hadn't moved in hours. His presence, though comforting, seemed to weigh heavier than usual. The air between us felt thick with uns

Sara***"Sara! Is it true? Are you really engaged to Max?" one reporter shouted."Did he force you into this?" another demanded."What happened to your relationship with Sam? Did you break everything? Was it all just a lie to us?" The third reporter chimed in, trying to get to the bottom of the situation.The barrage of questions came at me like a storm, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t let their words control me. I stood tall, my face a mask of composure, even as my heart felt like it was shattering. This was the moment I had to own—this was my decision, not Max’s, not Sam’s, not the world’s. Mine.The cameras clicked furiously as I turned my attention to the sea of microphones thrust toward me. "Yes," I said, my voice steady, louder than the chaos around me. "Chill, guys, let's take a breath. First and foremost, you know I'm not in my best form right now in a hospital gown and all." I plastered a smile on my face, even though inside, I was burning with rage and confusion. "But don't I

Sara***The world around me tilted, spinning in a dizzying blur. Max’s grip, his words, the flashing cameras—everything became too much. The weight of it all pressed on my chest, suffocating me with each shallow breath. I tried to find something stable, something to hold on to, but it felt as if the ground beneath me had given way entirely.Then, everything went dark.I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to, it was as if the darkness still clung to me, its heavy fingers lingering in my chest. I couldn’t breathe. My body felt numb, too heavy to move. A dull ache of confusion and fear pulsed through me. Where was I? Who was I anymore?A voice broke through the silence, soft and filled with worry, a warmth I couldn’t ignore. "Sara...?"Max. His voice was calm, almost too calm, and it wrapped around me like a twisted comfort. I felt his arms lifting me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest, his familiar scent filling my senses. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. There was noth

MAx***The cold of the house seeped into my bones, each step I took through its hollow corridors echoing like a warning. The mansion felt like a tomb, not just for the silence that hung in the air, but for the weight of everything unspoken between us. I couldn’t stop thinking about her—the way she looked at me, her eyes filled with fear, pain, and something I couldn’t quite place… But it felt like I was losing her, slipping through my fingers.I couldn’t blame her. Not really. She had no reason to trust me. And yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was losing her, slipping through my fingers like sand.I paced through the hallway, my hands clenching into fists. The house had an oppressive air to it, but I was too distracted to notice the fine details—each dark corner, each creaking floorboard. There was nothing but the sound of my own footsteps and the thundering pulse in my ears.My mind raced, too many thoughts fighting for attention. She wanted to run. She thought she could esca