All Chapters of Torn by Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The room was dim, bathed in amber light and thick tension. Every man standing inside the abandoned church knew what this night meant. Lines were about to be drawn—alliances sealed in blood, and betrayals simmering just beneath the surface. Rafael stood at the center, his dark suit pressed to perfection, his presence towering, dangerous, and unflinchingly calm.Matteo stood to his right, armed to the teeth. On Rafael's left, Roman—a man with a blood-stained past and a loyalty that had once been questioned—held a sleek pistol at his side. All around them, lieutenants, allies, and former enemies watched, their expressions unreadable.And across the room stood Silas.The man Rafael had once considered a brother in arms.Now, the serpent that slithered through his empire, infecting it with lies, poison, and treachery.Silas stepped forward, flanked by his own men. “Quite the turnout,” he smirked, eyes gleaming with malice. “You brought your pet army.”Rafael didn't move. His voice came low

Sophia hadn’t stopped staring at the ring on her finger. It wasn’t just a symbol of Rafael’s claim—it was a quiet storm wrapped in a promise. A future still undefined but full of undeniable truths. He might have built his empire on blood and bones, but that ring felt like the most honest thing he’d ever given her.They spent the morning tucked away in Rafael’s penthouse. For once, there were no phone calls, no emergency meetings, no guns on the table. Just sunlight filtering through tall glass windows and the soft sounds of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Rafael watched her from the marble island, his sharp eyes softer than usual. She wore nothing but his shirt, and he was struck—again—by how effortlessly she fit into his world. Even if that world was hell.“Did you sleep?” she asked, pouring him a cup.“Barely,” he admitted. “Too many things crawling through my head.”“Like what?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for her, pulling her between his legs. His hands settle

The world outside seemed frozen in time.Sophia lay beside Rafael, her body tucked into his, trying to keep herself from thinking about the threats looming on the horizon. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore the growing sense of danger.It was just past midnight when the knock came.A sharp rap at the door—followed by the unmistakable sound of rapid footsteps across the polished floors. Rafael’s body was already in motion before Sophia could even blink, his large frame crossing the room to the door with lethal precision.He didn’t hesitate. As soon as the door cracked open, he was on guard, his eyes scanning the hallway outside.Two men stood in the doorway, their faces hidden behind the shadows of their hoods.“Rafael,” one of them said, his voice low and controlled. “We need you. Now.”Rafael’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening as he motioned for the men to enter. He glanced over at Sophia, who was still sitting on the bed, watching the scene unfold.“Stay he

The warehouse was a battleground. Gunshots echoed through the cavernous space, filling the air with tension. The acrid scent of gunpowder hung thick, and the sound of clashing metal, shouts, and grunts only intensified the chaos. Sophia's heart was pounding in her chest, and every instinct in her screamed to run, to escape the madness unfolding around her. But there was no escape now—not with Rafael at her side and her uncle dragging her deeper into the fight.Rafael’s eyes burned with fierce determination as he moved swiftly, his every action precise, lethal. He was like a machine, working with an ease born of years of battle. He fired his gun with ruthless efficiency, each shot carefully calculated, each movement smooth and practiced. His muscles flexed beneath his clothes as he took down one man after another, moving through the firefight as if he were a predator in its element. Sophia had never seen him like this before—calm, cold, deadly. The man before her was a far cry from th

The tension in the air was thick with the scent of smoke and fear, the destruction of their world ringing in their ears with every footstep. The chaos surrounding them wasn’t just physical—it was a war, one that Rafael had orchestrated in the dark, but had somehow found his soul wrapped in. He had always been the puppet master, the one pulling the strings, controlling every move. But now? Now, there was no script.Sophia’s hand was still firmly locked around his, a lifeline in the nightmare they were trapped in. Despite everything, despite the destruction that surrounded them, she still stood by him. Her strength was a paradox, a force that only seemed to grow the longer they fought side by side. Rafael couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before that strength broke through every wall he had built around himself.“We need to move,” Lucas’s voice broke through the fog of their thoughts, harsh and unyielding. He appeared from the shadows of the collapsed structure, his face gri