Semua Bab Torn by Obsession : Bab 151 - Bab 160

The night hadn’t fully loosened its grip on the world when Rafael stirred from his restless sleep. The soft sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed faintly through the villa’s open windows, but inside his chest, it was chaos.Rafael sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, his muscled frame hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees. His dark eyes were fixed on the floor, unmoving, though his thoughts were anything but still. The moonlight trickled in through the sheer curtains, catching the jagged lines of old scars on his back—each one a ghost from the wars he'd fought, each one earned in blood.Behind him, Sophia lay tangled in the bedsheets, the delicate rise and fall of her chest betraying the illusion of peace. Even in sleep, she furrowed her brow, as if her dreams were trying to warn her of what was coming. She looked beautiful. Breakable. And it scared him more than any bullet ever had.He exhaled slowly, rubbing his hands over his face. Every instinct in him was on e

The air inside the safehouse was thick with tension, heavy like a storm cloud ready to burst. The sound of distant gunfire echoed, the bass of the city’s underbelly creeping in through the walls. The quiet hum of the emergency red lights was a cold reminder that things had gone from bad to worse.Sophia's breath was shallow, her pulse quickening as she moved into position. Every instinct told her to stay calm, to focus on the task at hand. But the weight of the situation pressed down on her shoulders. Silas was here. The last time they’d crossed paths had left her scarred, physically and emotionally. The thought of him here, in the heart of the city, meant that she couldn’t trust anyone—not even herself.The steel doors of the safehouse rattled, and then there was silence. The calm before the storm.Sophia checked the weapon in her hand once more. Her fingers tightened around the grip, her thumb instinctively finding the safety. Focus, she told herself. You’ve done this before. You’ve

The night had descended into chaos, a violent dance of blood, betrayal, and survival. The explosion had shattered the already fragile safehouse, sending debris and smoke into the air. The sharp stench of burning wood mixed with the acrid scent of gunpowder, and the dim glow of emergency lights flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows in every corner. It was in this hellscape that Rafael and Sophia’s worlds collided once again.Sophia's pulse hammered in her ears as she tightened her grip on her weapon, eyes scanning the room for movement. The doors had burst open, and in stormed Silas's men, their faces masked with cold determination. But it wasn’t just any reinforcements—Silas had sent his best, and they were hungry for blood.Lorenzo’s sharp movements beside her kept her grounded, his presence a constant reminder that they weren’t alone in this fight. “We have to get out of here,” he growled, his voice barely audible over the distant gunfire.Sophia nodded grimly. She could fee

The air was thick with tension, suffocating and unyielding as Rafael, Sophia, and Lorenzo neared the entrance to the underground chamber. Every step forward echoed like a countdown to the inevitable. The dim light ahead seemed to grow ever more distant, as if mocking their every move. The walls seemed to close in, the tunnel growing tighter as they made their way deeper into the heart of Silas's lair.Sophia’s heart raced. It was a pulsating beat of fear and determination, a rhythm that she could feel through every fiber of her being. They were getting close—too close—but something gnawed at the edges of her thoughts, a dread that she couldn’t shake. Silas was waiting. And there was no telling what he had planned next.The faint hum of machines, wires, and the constant pulse of the underground world beyond only added to the sense of impending doom. Their path was dark, save for the flickering light of their flashlights, their only lifeline in the depths of this cursed place. Each step

The weight of the past, of all the bloodshed and heartbreak, still lingered in the air as Rafael and Sophia stood side by side in the dim light of the room. But there was a flicker of something new in their eyes now—hope, however small, beginning to take root.Rafael stood tall beside her, his posture less rigid than it had been in the past. He no longer wore the armor of vengeance; there was no longer a need to prove his strength. His power now came from a different place—one that wasn’t shaped by pain and loss, but by love, by the desire for something more.Sophia took a deep breath, the weight of their decision settling into her bones. She had been through so much, too much, and now, as she looked at Rafael, she knew the hardest part was just beginning. It wasn’t enough to fight their enemies or even survive—now, they had to build a life. A real life. Together.“So, what now?” Sophia’s voice broke through the silence, quiet but resolute. “What do we do now?”Rafael turned to her, h