Semua Bab Torn by Obsession : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Rafael turned, the dim emergency lights casting his shadow long across the stone floor of the underground chamber. The boy was safe now, tucked behind one of the steel pillars with strict instructions to stay hidden. Rafael stood in the center of the chamber, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.Luciana emerged from the darkness, heels clicking with eerie calm against the concrete. Her silhouette was lit from behind, and she looked almost regal in her tailored black suit—flawless, lethal, and dripping in venom. Her blood-red lips curled into a cold smirk, the pistol in her hand gleaming under the flickering light.“You always had a flair for dramatics,” she said, voice low, taunting. “It’s poetic really—this final confrontation in the very catacombs we used to rule together.”“You don't rule anything anymore,” Rafael growled, eyes fixed on her every move. “Your empire is crumbling. The families have turned against you. The only thing you have left is delusion.”Luciana's la

The envelope lay on Rafael’s desk like a ticking bomb.Unopened. Heavy with answers.Sophia sat in the leather chair across from him, the boy by her side, clutching a toy car in his hand. He hadn’t spoken, but there was more awareness in his eyes now—more life. He’d started following Sophia around the penthouse like a shadow, and Rafael had noticed the way his small shoulders straightened whenever he stood beside her, like even a boy that young recognized safety when he felt it.Rafael stared at the envelope like it might combust in his hands. DNA results.Proof.“I need to know,” he said finally, breaking the silence.Sophia reached out and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Whatever the truth is... it won’t change the way you already feel about him.”He nodded once and tore the envelope open with a sharp rip.The silence stretched as his eyes skimmed the page.Then—he let out a long breath, almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it.“He’s not mine.”Sophia blinked. “What?”Rafa

The following days passed like a blur. The clock ticked with an unnerving sense of urgency as Rafael and his inner circle braced themselves for the storm that was rapidly approaching. Sophia’s determination was a steady force, but it was clear she was just as terrified of what was coming as Rafael. The boy, who had once been a symbol of something pure in a world that thrived on darkness, was now a target—a pawn in a game that neither Rafael nor Sophia had ever been prepared to play.As the sun dipped below the horizon, the penthouse remained under lockdown, every entrance fortified, every possible escape route calculated. But Rafael knew—he knew that no amount of preparation could save them from the chaos Victor Drago would bring. Luca was the first to break the silence. He had spent the day with his men, setting traps, tracking down any possible leads on Drago's whereabouts. The tension between them had grown thicker as the hours dragged on. It wasn’t just the boy they were trying t

The warehouse was a labyrinth of chaos now. The echo of gunfire reverberated through the rafters, the sharp staccato of the shots mingling with the cries of men as they scrambled for cover. But none of that mattered to Rafael—his eyes were fixed on Drago, the man who had been the ghost in his nightmares for far too long. Every fiber of his being screamed for retribution. This man had caused enough destruction in his life, and now, Rafael would make sure Drago paid for every single move he’d made.But even in the chaos, Drago remained unfazed. His cold eyes glinted with amusement as he watched the violence unfold. It was as if he were watching a show—detached, calm, and patient. Rafael’s grip on his gun tightened as his chest swelled with hatred. He was done playing games. He’d come here to end this, and he wasn’t leaving until Drago was nothing but a memory.“You think you can end this, Rafael?” Drago’s voice was a soft drawl that barely carried over the gunfire. “You’ve been a pawn i

Rafael stood tall, unshaken, his eyes locked on Commander Wren. Every instinct in his body screamed for action—fury, rage, and betrayal surged within him. But he knew the cost of rushing in without a plan. Sophia’s hand tightened around his arm, reminding him of the weight of the moment. His thoughts raced, trying to strategize their escape, but he was running out of time.The cold gleam in Wren’s eyes only grew more menacing, his smile tight, as if savoring the moment. "You always were too idealistic, Rafael," Wren continued, his tone mocking. "You think you’re the only one who wants to rule this city? But you were too busy playing the hero while others like me saw the real opportunities. Power is never just handed to you. It’s taken."Rafael didn’t flinch, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. "You were always a snake, Wren. Hiding behind your badge, pretending to be something you weren’t. I trusted you."Wren’s eyes narrowed, the smile on his lips turning to something more sinister.