Semua Bab Torn by Obsession : Bab 181 - Bab 190

The world moved on after Silas's death, but not for Rafael. Not for Sophia.The war may have ended, but peace didn’t come easily—not for men like Rafael, and certainly not for women who had been dragged through hell like Sophia. Their home, once a fortress of passion and fire, had become a quiet sanctuary of stolen moments and unspoken fears.They tried to heal, to settle into this uneasy calm. But both of them knew it was borrowed time.Rafael was in his office when it happened.An encrypted call buzzed through the line—a line only his most trusted ever used. He expected Luka. Mateo. Maybe a political contact needing reassurance that the king still sat on his throne.He wasn’t expecting her.The voice was crisp, female, unfamiliar, but there was a thread of something else—something that clawed at the back of his mind like a memory he didn’t want to remember.“Is this Rafael Moretti?” the woman asked smoothly.His fingers stilled on the desk.“Who are you?”A pause. Then, calmly, “Som

Istanbul pulsed like a living, breathing beast—chaotic, vibrant, and layered with centuries of secrets.Rafael stood at the edge of the rooftop terrace of a discreet luxury hotel, his gaze fixed on the glowing skyline beyond. Beneath the surface of this beautiful city, Elena was waiting. And this time, she wasn’t hiding.Sophia approached, dressed in black, her silhouette a perfect mirror of danger and elegance. Her eyes flicked toward the street below where a black car idled. “Are we ready?”Rafael’s jaw tensed. “She set the meeting. Said she’d only speak to me. Alone.”Sophia scoffed. “That’s not happening.”“No,” he agreed. “It’s not.”Luka stepped into the room, throwing down a sleek earpiece. “Mic’s already wired in. Mateo’s sweeping the building. She’s using the back room of an abandoned theater in Balat. Private property. Locked down. She wants control.”Rafael took the earpiece. “She won’t have it for long.”Sophia watched him carefully. “You sure you’re ready to face her?”He

The rain started as a whisper—a hush against the windows like a warning whispered in the dark.Sophia stirred beneath the sheets, her body still molded against Rafael’s, their limbs entwined in the warm, exhausted silence that followed hours of desperate, unspoken need. But even in his embrace, the world outside the walls of his penthouse felt like it was shifting. Like something was coming for them.And deep inside her, a quiet fear began to bloom.She pressed her ear against Rafael’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart—solid and sure, like the man himself. But even that rhythm, usually her safe place, couldn’t drown out the unease creeping into her thoughts.“Do you ever feel it?” she murmured.Rafael’s hand stilled where it had been tracing lazy circles against her back. “Feel what?”“The quiet,” she said. “Before everything goes to hell.”He didn’t answer at first. His fingers resumed their path, slower now. “All the time.”Sophia lifted her head to look at him. His f

The shadows had long encased Elena’s empire, but it was now crumbling from within. The cracks that had once been imperceptible were now yawning wide, and it seemed as though every secret she’d worked so hard to bury was resurfacing at the most inopportune moment. Sophia stood in the heart of the war room, her posture defiant, eyes blazing with determination.“You’ve underestimated me, Elena,” she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible in the vast, dimly lit room.Rafael, standing beside her, was more controlled, his dark eyes glinting with the anticipation of victory. He had played his cards carefully, silently orchestrating the fall of Elena’s empire from the shadows. But now, as he watched it all unravel, he couldn’t help but savor the moment of retribution.Elena had been too consumed with her own ambition to see how dangerously close she was to losing everything.It had been weeks since Rafael and Sophia had gathered the pieces of Elena’s empire. Slowly, methodically,

The shadows had always been Rafael's sanctuary, the place where he operated in silence, maneuvering his empire with the precision of a master tactician. But now, within the walls of his own domain, whispers began to swirl. The very men and women who had pledged loyalty to him, who had sworn to serve him without question, now found themselves at a crossroads.It started with subtle signs—growing unease among his lieutenants, murmurs of dissent that flickered like dying embers, threatening to ignite. Rafael could feel it, the shift in the air. The ones closest to him, the men who had bled for him, who had fought beside him in countless battles, were now questioning his judgment. The fall of Navarro, once a symbol of absolute power, had created a vacuum, and in that vacuum, the seeds of ambition had been sown.Sophia stood by Rafael’s side, sensing the change before he even spoke of it. She had seen the cracks in the foundation of his empire, had noticed the glances exchanged behind clos