บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The city stretched out before Sienna, a web of glowing lights and towering skyscrapers that offered no sanctuary. The night air was thick with tension, the weight of unseen eyes pressing down on her like a vice. She gripped the cold metal railing of the rooftop, her breath coming in slow, measured exhales as she forced herself to think. Everything had led her here. The betrayals. The secrets. The note from her father that still burned in her pocket. *Find the key.*Her fingers twitched against the fabric of her jacket. She was done being a pawn in someone else’s game. Vienna stood beside her, arms crossed, scanning the streets below. “They’re closing in,” she murmured. “We need to move.” Sienna turned to her. “Not yet.” Vienna’s sharp gaze snapped to her. “Not yet?” Sienna exhaled, her mind working through the possibilities. “We can’t keep running forever.” Vienna studied her for a long moment before nodding. “Alright. What’s the plan?” Sienna glanced down at the che

Sienna’s hands trembled as she stared at the screen of her phone, the unread messages from Damien stacking up like a silent plea. She hadn’t responded in hours, needing space to think, to breathe but Damien wasn’t the kind of man who handled silence well. A knock on her apartment door made her heart jolt. Her fingers tightened around her phone as she took hesitant steps toward it. Was it him? She wasn’t ready to see him not after their last conversation, not after the way his voice had dripped with something dangerously close to desperation. "Sienna, open the door," Damien’s voice came through, firm but strained. "I know you're in there." She sucked in a sharp breath, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She wanted to ignore him, pretend she wasn’t home, but she knew better. Damien was relentless. And if there was one thing she had learned about him, it was that he never walked away from something he wanted. Slowly, she unlocked the door and opened it just a fraction, enough

Sienna’s fingers tightened around her phone as she read the message again. Lock your doors, Sienna. Sweet dreams.Her breath came in shallow gasps, her pulse hammering in her ears. The apartment felt too quiet, the air too still, as if something unseen lurked in the shadows, waiting. She forced herself to move, double checking the locks on her front door before rushing to her bedroom. Her hands shook as she closed the curtains, shutting out the night, shutting out the possibility that Damien was outside watching. But the truth was, even if she locked every door, closed every window, and buried her phone under a pile of pillows, she couldn’t escape him. Because Damien wasn’t just a man. He was a force. Unrelenting. Inescapable. She sat on the edge of her bed, pressing a hand to her chest in a weak attempt to steady her heart. Maybe this was all a game to him a test to see how far he could push her before she came crawling back. She wouldn’t. Would she? A soft knock at t

The sharp pounding on the door sent a jolt through Sienna’s chest. Damien’s body was still pressed against hers, his heat searing into her, but the moment was shattered. Reality slammed back into her like a freight train. Her best friend was standing on the other side of the door. And she did not sound happy. Damien exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch, but Sienna could feel the shift in his energy. “Damien, I know you’re in there!” Naomi’s voice was sharper this time, edged with frustration. “And I know Sienna is with you. Open up, or I’ll start making a scene.” Sienna swallowed hard. She could already picture it Naomi standing in the hallway, arms crossed, eyes flashing, her voice carrying down the corridor as she let every single one of Damien’s neighbors know exactly what she thought of him. She needed to stop this before it escalated. Sienna placed a hand on Damien’s chest, pushing gently. “Let me handle this.” He didn’t move.

Sienna’s back pressed against the cold glass of the penthouse window, but the chill barely registered. Not when Damien stood inches from her, his presence suffocating, overwhelming, his body radiating heat that seeped into her skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to breathe, her fingers gripping the edges of the window ledge for balance. It was happening again. That pull. That undeniable force between them. And she had no strength left to fight it. Damien watched her with dark, unreadable eyes, his expression betraying nothing. Yet, there was something in the way he stood his posture rigid, his jaw clenched that told her he was barely holding himself back. “Sienna.” His voice was low, rough, vibrating through her. She shivered. Not from fear. But from something far more dangerous. His fingers lifted to her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tell me to stop.” Her lips parted. This was the moment. The moment she could end this. The mom