บททั้งหมดของ Torn by Obsession : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The rain didn’t stop.It poured like a cleansing baptism over the old cathedral, washing blood from its steps as Rafael and Sophia stepped out into the storm. She kept her arm wrapped tightly around his waist, supporting him even though he insisted he didn’t need it.He was bleeding. Badly. But he didn’t care. Not about the pain. Not about the wound.Silas was dead.And yet… the storm inside Rafael didn’t ease.Back at the estate, Mateo was waiting at the gates, jaw tight, fists clenched. Behind him, the rest of the inner circle lingered in the shadows—Tomas, Eva, Dario, and Luca—each of them on edge, knowing something had shifted.Sophia helped Rafael out of the car. His suit was soaked, stained crimson. The sight made Eva flinch. “My God… what happened?”“He’s dead,” Rafael said hoarsely. “Silas is gone.”No one spoke for a long moment. Then Mateo let out a breath that sounded more like a curse. “You went alone.”“You would’ve stopped me.”“I should’ve,” Mateo growled. “You nearly d

The days following Silas’s death were a blur of decisions, strategy, and fear. The empire that Rafael had built with blood and sweat now felt fragile. Every move was calculated, every glance watched. Even the walls seemed to whisper, as if testing the resolve of the man who had taken the reins of it all.Sophia stood by his side as they surveyed the quiet war that raged beneath their feet. The city outside the mansion buzzed with a frenetic energy—gangs and rivals, seeking to test the new leader, now that Silas’s throne was left vacant. The death of one man had created a vacuum. And in that space, there were wolves who smelled blood.Rafael’s grip on the back of the chair tightened. He hadn’t slept properly in days, his mind consumed with the need to protect what he had, to guard against the betrayals that loomed on the horizon. His empire was vast, but it was also fragile, a kingdom built on secrets and violence. And now, without Silas, everything was in motion, everything was changi

The early morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the study, casting faint shadows across the desk. The air was thick with the weight of unspoken words and tension that had been building for days. Rafael leaned against the wooden surface, his eyes fixed on the cityscape outside the window. It was strange how everything seemed so calm out there, while his world was falling apart.Sophia stood behind him, her presence a quiet comfort, though the restlessness in her posture was unmistakable. She had become a constant in his chaotic life, a source of strength he hadn't known he needed. But even her unwavering support couldn’t keep the storm from reaching their doorstep.The news had come quickly. One of Rafael’s most trusted men—Julian—had been seen meeting with their enemies, acting as a traitor to the very empire he had helped build. The revelation hit Rafael like a sucker punch. Julian had been with him from the beginning, a brother in arms. To know that the man had betray

The mansion loomed in front of them, its towering silhouette cutting into the inky night sky. The security lights flickered briefly, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway, but there was no comfort in the quiet that surrounded them. Rafael's grip on the steering wheel tightened as the realization settled in: their world had just shifted. No matter how much he wished to shield Sophia from the chaos, there was no escaping the consequences of the life they had chosen.Rafael wasn’t a stranger to power and its price. He had lived his life in the shadows, orchestrating battles from behind the scenes, manipulating events to his advantage. Every move had been calculated, every step weighed with the understanding that in this world, power was the only currency that mattered. But there was a difference now—Sophia. She had become more than just his ally; she was his anchor, the only thing that kept him from spiraling further into the abyss.And now, that same world was closing in aroun

The night was still, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of a clock in the corner of Rafael’s private office. The storm had subsided, leaving behind an eerie calm, but Rafael knew that the silence was just a prelude to something far more dangerous. The rival factions, the government ties—everything was converging into a storm he couldn’t outrun. And yet, it was this storm that he was born to weather.Sophia sat on the edge of the desk, her fingers tracing the polished wood, her eyes fixed on the map that Rafael had been studying. The information on the map was sparse, but it was enough to give him a clearer picture. A picture that filled him with equal parts dread and determination.“I’ve set up the meeting with our allies,” Matteo had informed him earlier. "It’s time to make our move."Rafael had expected nothing less from his second-in-command. Matteo was more than capable of executing his orders without question, and that’s why Rafael trusted him. But trust didn’t come easily to Ra