All Chapters of Deadly obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sophia's POVI woke up early the next morning; my head was still pounding but not as violently as the day before.Even though the early sunlight barely shone through the curtains, that quietness felt oddly comforting. The last few days had weighed heavy in my chest, and pressure would build with every minute that passed. I had to do something to try and make it right, or at least salvage some piece. And the first thing I wanted to do was to thank Jack but also plead with him to keep our night stand a secret.I rubbed my eyes and very slowly sat up in bed. My body was sore, but I didn't mind. It was somehow a reminder that I had been doing something, living even though it was reckless. I walked into the bathroom, hoping that some quick bathing would clear my head, but deep down, I understood that I was just running away from the constantly gnawing feeling of shame just behind. The warm water, even soothing at times, made me feel a little relief as I submerged myself and let the heat in

Sophia's POV"I need your help."Alexander did not even blink; he continued to read, the pages being turned almost too loudly within that quiet room. After a few long moments, he finally raised his gaze to meet mine. His face was blank, his eyes were cold, but something I could not place flickered there, sending my stomach into knots."What is it?" he asked, that calm, measured tone of his grinding through my last nerves. I wanted him to feel the importance of this. I wanted him to understand how desperate I truly was."I- I am being blackmailed," I said, the words weighing like lead as they left my lips. "There is a tape. Of you. With a woman. I think the woman is me... I know the woman is me." The words came out in a rush, each syllable interrupted by sharp breaths. Once the words fell from my mouth, time seemed to freeze , yet Alexander appeared indifferent, matter of fact he looked bored.A brief flicker of recognition, an eyebrow raised, and then silence. He waited for me to get

Sophia's POV"A cleaner," he said flatly. "From the club where you and Alexander had your affair."A cleaner?A cleaner blackmailing me?That brought a chill to my blood. In a split second, my mind was yelling at me for letting my guard down so bad that a mere cleaner had the nerve to threaten me.For a moment, an impression tinted with the dark color of the wait came upon me. I could feel Alexander gauging my reaction; ten sets of eyes would have hurt less than his cold, demeaning look. With that realization, I felt the walls of the room closing in on me, the air suddenly became suffocating and my palms became sweaty.I swallowed hard, trying to slow my breath, but my rage only intensified.I repeated, "A cleaner?" incredulous. I stared from James to Alexander, praying someone would come up with something better. But none did as Alexander's face remained the same, only changing when , his brows knitting together in shock as he turned to look at me."Are you satisfied?" he asked with

Sophia’s POVI remained still, frozen in the doorway of my room, while I watched Alexander sitting on the edge of my bed. He was stiff, but his expression was no longer one of arrogance. For the first time, I saw something else in him: a hint of vulnerability, something unexpected. He did not look like someone who had kept me at an arm's length for so long. Just... uncertain.He began with a steady voice laced with something soft, almost regretful, as he uttered my name. “Sophia, I owe you an apology.”I blinked in astonishment. An apology from his lips? Now we were treading new waters, complete with foreign currents. I crossed my arms, not sure how to respond.“I’ve been… cold,” he said steadily but never-ending gaze with mine. “I know that. And for all the cruel things that I said to you, for ignoring you like I did, I’m sorry.” He broke eye contact, looking down to his hands for a second, almost as though gathering his thoughts to continue. “I just didn’t want to give you an openin

I usher my father and Mira through the grand entry of Alexander's mansion, a precarious mixture of emotions pounding in my heart with every passage. The house exudes warmth, and a delicious aroma fills the air. Upon stepping inside, we hear the faint murmur of voices drifting from the kitchen.My mom.Standing at the kitchen island, she is chopping vegetables with precision and grace as Alexander leans against the counter, a look of amusement on his face while peeling an apple with the sleeves of his immaculate white shirt rolled up to his elbows.The sight of them together makes my stomach clench.So domestic. So...real.And I hate it.As soon as my mom sees the two gently entering—my father and Mira—my mom puts the knife down, wipes her hands with a kitchen towel, and walks toward my father, wearing a heartfelt smile.“Daniel,” she says first to my father, steady and calm, before she turns to Mira. “Mira. It’s so lovely to see you again .”Mira shines. “You too, Mrs. Thompson. Your