Semua Bab Torn by Obsession : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The car ride was silent, the city lights flashing past in a blur of color, like the memories of everything she had left behind. Each passing second felt heavier than the last, the weight of what had happened, what was still happening, pressing down on Sophia like a vice. Her mind raced, thoughts spinning like a whirlpool. The events of the night—the raw, unrelenting passion, the dark lessons—were still fresh in her memory, etched into her skin. It was more than just sex. It was a claim. A statement. Rafael was making her his, in every possible way. The soft hum of the car’s engine was the only sound, broken only by Rafael’s occasional, clipped orders to the driver. He was a man of few words, his presence dominating the space between them. Sophia couldn’t help but glance at him, at the cold, calculating man who had taken her, who had shaped her into something else entirely. His jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed as he stared out the window, deep in thought. His silence was unn

Sophia’s life had already been upended, thrown into a whirlwind of danger, secrets, and desires that she could neither control nor understand. But as the days passed, it became increasingly clear that this life—this world Rafael had pulled her into—was a never-ending storm. It had been a week since her presence at the table with Rafael and his men. She had attended more meetings, more dangerous conversations that she barely understood, her mind racing as she tried to keep up. Rafael kept her close, but never once let her in on the secrets that lay behind his cold, calculating eyes. The more she saw, the more she realized the depths of Rafael’s power. He controlled everything from the shadows. He had built an empire, not just through violence and intimidation, but with intelligence, manipulation, and strategy. Sophia felt small in his world, insignificant even, and yet, every time he looked at her, she felt herself crumbling under the weight of his gaze. There was no escaping the

Sophia’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as the hours passed in the dimly lit safehouse. The tension between her and Rafael simmered in the air, thick and almost palpable. She had learned so much in the past few days—the reality of Rafael’s world, his control over everything and everyone, and how easily a single mistake could lead to devastating consequences. She stood by the window, looking out into the night. Her mind kept circling back to the masked figures who had tried to take the package. Who were they? And why had they come for her?The question gnawed at her relentlessly. Rafael had always been cryptic, keeping things close to his chest, and she wasn’t sure she could trust anyone except him. But even then, something told her there was more to his plans than he was letting on.She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being played—caught in the middle of something far bigger than herself. And in the back of her mind, the words he had spoken earlier echoed: “Now, we have to

The weight of Rafael’s words lingered in the air long after he had left the room. Sophia sat there, her mind swirling in a chaotic mix of disbelief and fear. She was still trying to process everything he had just told her. Her father—her own father—was a part of the very world she had tried so hard to avoid. She had always viewed him as a pillar of integrity, a man who worked tirelessly to provide for their family. But now, that image had shattered. In its place was the grim reality that he was entangled in the underworld, and that his ties to Rafael were far deeper than she could have ever imagined.Rafael’s words replayed in her head, each one cutting deeper than the last. *"You’re already in it, Sophia. Your father made sure of that."* He was right, of course. Her life had already been irrevocably changed the moment she stepped into this dangerous world, and now she had no choice but to follow the path Rafael had laid out for her.She was trapped. There was no escape.Her body trem

Sophia paced the edge of the balcony, her silk robe fluttering in the salty breeze. Morning had just broken over the ocean, the sun creeping over the horizon with a deceptive calm that contradicted the chaos brewing inside her.Last night hadn’t just been sex. It hadn’t even been love. It had been a collision of pain and obsession, of secrets and need. Rafael had branded her with his mouth, his hands, his hunger—and now, she wasn’t sure what was hers anymore and what belonged to him.She had slept with the enemy. And worst of all… she had *wanted* to.“Still thinking about me?”His voice rolled in like thunder, lazy and lethal, and she turned to see Rafael leaning against the doorframe. Shirtless. Hair tousled. Eyes locked on her like a predator preparing to pounce.Sophia folded her arms. “You didn’t give me much choice.”Rafael walked toward her with the slow, confident grace of a man who owned everything he touched. Including her.“You had every choice,” he murmured, reaching for h