All Chapters of Torn by Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The room was thick with tension, silence stretched like a blade poised above them, sharp and ready to cut. Silas leaned against the wall, blood still soaking through his shirt, his breath ragged. But his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—never lost their glint of cruelty.Sophia stood beside Rafael, her hand still lightly touching his forearm as if grounding them both. The man she loved was a walking storm, but tonight he was her anchor too.“Talk,” Rafael growled. “Start from the beginning.”Silas coughed, blood flecking his lips. “You really think you’re ready for the truth, Rafael? You always did have a hero complex. But what you want to hear—it’s not going to make you feel like one.”Sophia stepped forward, her voice cold. “You don’t get to play games anymore, Silas. We’ve bled enough. Speak.”He looked at her for a long moment, and then his smile slowly faded. “Fine. You want the truth? Let’s start with why you were taken, Sophia.”She stiffened, her breath caught in her throat.

The morning after their reckoning was oddly peaceful.Sunlight streamed through the wide villa windows, casting warm gold across the hardwood floors and the wrinkled sheets tangled around Rafael and Sophia. She stirred first, blinking against the light, her body aching in the most satisfying way possible. Every part of her remembered the night before—his hands, his mouth, the way he'd touched her like she was the last truth he’d ever hold.She turned to find Rafael already awake, leaning against the headboard, shirtless, his eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop.“You don’t sleep, do you?” she murmured.He didn’t glance away from the screen. “Not when I’m planning how to dismantle the rest of the Sombra Cartel.”Sophia sat up slowly, wrapping the sheet around her chest. “Are you really ready for this?”“I’ve been ready since I was twelve years old,” he said, his voice low. “Since they burned my family alive and made it look like a rival hit. My father wasn’t innocent, but he didn’t d

The news of Luka’s death shattered the quiet.Word spread in whispers, carried through encrypted calls and cautious messengers—Rafael D’Angelo had executed his second-in-command. The move sent a clear message: betrayal wouldn’t just be punished; it would be erased, personally.Inside the villa, the mood shifted. The men were tense, uncertain. Loyalty wasn’t a question anymore—it was a survival tactic. No one dared step out of line. No one dared ask why Luka, the golden brother of Rafael’s empire, had fallen.But questions lingered. And enemies watched.***Sophia felt it most in the silence.Rafael didn’t speak of Luka again. He didn’t explain to the others or soften the blow. He simply moved forward, ruthless and cold, as though that would shield him from the grief clawing at his insides.He worked longer hours. Ate less. Slept rarely.Sophia found him one night alone in the strategy room, poring over maps and security logs. His stubble was darker, his knuckles bruised, as if he’d

The jet touched down on a private airstrip just outside Cartagena, its descent silent and cloaked under aliases and bribes. The Colombian jungle pressed in thick and humid on either side, suffocating, yet strangely alive. Danger pulsed in the air like static.Sophia stood by the window, watching the dense canopy blur past as they taxied toward the hangar. Dressed in all black tactical gear, her face unreadable, she was no longer just the fierce detective Rafael had stolen away—she had become a soldier. His soldier.Behind her, Rafael holstered his custom sidearm, the black matte metal gleaming under the soft lights of the cabin.“We move fast,” he said. “The safehouse is secured. We’ll split our teams—Nico and Mia will handle perimeter intel. You and I go after the target location directly.”Sophia nodded. “The weapons shipment?”Rafael’s eyes narrowed. “A decoy. Isabella leaked the location on purpose.”“She wants us to come.”Rafael's jaw flexed. “Let her wish granted.”***The safe

The morning after the fire, a heavy mist blanketed the city. It clung to the windows of the safehouse like a warning—a whisper of the unrest spreading through the criminal underworld. The sun tried to pierce through the gloom, but its light was pale, distant. Like hope, barely there.Rafael stood at the head of the long dining table, flanked by Nico and Mia, a spread of files and digital maps laid out in front of them. He was no longer just a survivor. He was a ruler re-establishing dominance in a fractured empire.“Three families have gone dark since last night,” Nico said, his fingers tapping across the screen. “The Vasquez cartel pulled out of the joint port deal. The Marconis issued a statement mourning Isabella and hinting at retaliation. And Silas’s remaining loyalists? Scattered but dangerous.”“They’ll come,” Rafael muttered, his jaw clenched. “Every one of them. They’ll want a piece of the ashes I left behind.”Mia glanced up. “We need to move fast. Declare strength. Make it