The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

After Alejandro left that morning, silence settled over the

room like a warm blanket.

Nivea sat still for a moment, her eyes drifting to the untouched breakfast tray.

Her appetite was nonexistent, but she forced herself to nibble at a croissant, chewing slowly, barely tasting it

Alejandro had left not too long ago, and though his presente still lingered in the room like his scent on her skin, she needed to ground herself. Today wasn’t about emotions; it was business.

Today was the contract signing with Vionelle, and despite the physical soreness and emotional whirlwind from the previous night, she wouldn’t miss it for the world.

That reminder snapped her out of her haze, Pulling herself together, she quickly fixed her appearance and made her way outside.

As always, Darren and her driver were waiting. The drive to the venue was calm, the city bustling outside the tinted windows.

Nivera stared out the window, her heart hammering softly in her chest, and excitement hummed low in her stomach. This was a big step for her.

A binding contract and her new chapter.

Upon arrival, the building loomed in clean, corporate elegance. She was promptly ushered inside, where Celeste was already seated alongside a lawyer- Alejandro’s, judging by the slicked back hair, too–clean sult, and unreadable face

The signing was smooth. Paper after paper slid across the table, and her signature followed.

When it was done, she shook hands with the representatives of the company, photos were taken, and pleasantries were exchanged. It was official, and now, she could fully breathe.

Once done, she thanked Celeste and the lawyer before exiting the boardroom.

As soon as she stepped through the lobby doors, she brought out her phone, intending to text Alejandro and tell him that she had signed the contract But her fingers froze just as she began to type.

Because across the courtyard, walking toward the building, were two very familiar figures.

Her father and her sister.

Her stomach dropped like a stone,

, and her blood ran cold.

Before either could spot her, she turned on her heel and walked briskly back inside. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, loud and erratic.

Running to the elevator was too risky–who knew the floor it was on? There was no way they wouldn’t meet her there.

No. She had to get away–now!

She didn’t stop to think as she turned left, then right, eyes darting until she found a corridor that looked less populated.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she walked. Once she had put enough distance between herself and the entrance, she ducked into a quiet hallway and pulled a scarf from her bag, wrapping it around her head.

She added sunglasses to cover the rest of her face. Her father could not see her, not today, as Vivian wouldn’t hesitate to find out what she was doing

there.

She didn’t want to risk Vivian causing her to lose the deal, as she wouldn’t put it past her older sister.

“Annoying bitch,” she muttered to herself.

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She pushed open a side door, waiting through what looked like a service exit, and stepped into a narrow alleyway behind the building, alpping o the stret

Her breathing was shaky, her hands slightly trembling she pulled her phone out and began texting Darren, explaining where she was

Just as she hit send, the sensation of being watched slithered up her spine. She lifted her eyes slowly–and saw one of her father’s guards standing near the comer, looking in her direction.

He had definitely recoped her. The scarf and sunglasses weren’t enough to hide her identity.

Shit

Panic gripped her chest, but she forced herself to walk

Not fast, not slow. Just casually away so she wouldn’t raise an alarm. She turned the corner, crossed a narrow street, and entered the first boild che found open.

A coffee shop.

The bell jingled above her head as she stepped inside. It was quiet, the scent of roasted beans and vanilla watting through the air.

Only a handful of people were scattered around. Her pulse slowed just a little as she stepped to the counter to order an espresen

As she glanced around, her eyes landed on a familiar face.

Zabelle Garcia.

She looked composed and calm, sitting with a guard stationed nearby Nivera’s heart fluttered–part nerves, part surprise. Without thinking she walked forward

The guard moved instantly, hand dipping into his jacket. “Zabelle? Is that you? Nivera sald, voice still partially muffled by the scart

Zabello looked up, her surprise visible even behind her composed exterior.

“I know her,” Zabelle said to her guard, calming him. “Nivera”

Her eyes narrowed as she took in her disguise. “What are you doing here, and why are you dressed like trouble?”

Nivera gave a tired smile, glancing over her shoulder. “I could ask you the same thing.” She leaned closer. I’m running away from my father’s men.”

“Remind me of your last name again, Zabelle asked casually, although Nivera knew she’d never mentioned it before.

“Elton,” the guard beside her answered flatly.

Nivera flipped him off without hesitation, as she wasn’t proud of coming from the Elton family and would have rather kept it a secret.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, tuming her attention back to Zabelle.

“Sure,” Zabelle gestured to the empty seat across from her.

Nivera immediately settled in, adjusting her scarf plightly. She then ordered an espresso, as she needed something strong

“You’re one of the daughters of the Elton family, Zabelle said, eyes twinkling. “And a famous supermodel. That part you failed to mention last time.”

Nivera shrugged casually. “It’s nothing. They’re annoying” Her eyes flitted to the guard. “A pleasure meeting you again.”

“You can go,” Zabelle chuckled.

The guard looked hesitant. “Ma’am, Mr. Garcia-”

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“I’ll be fine,” she cut in, wawing him all

Nivera let out a long!

g breaths. “Alejandro told me you were discharged. I should have visited you”

Zabelle laughed, the sound warm. “Alejandro?”

Nivera nodded. “He’s so freaking annoying.” Her eyes softened a little. “How’s your arm, by the way? And how are you feeling? I’ve seen what

around the internet.

“It’s a lot to take in Zabelle admitted.

Tell me about it. The way one single post can turn the whole internet against you,” she hissed in annoyance as memories of what Nathaniel put her through came to her head.

“I know, right!”

Their conversation flowed naturally from there. They joked about city coffee spots, gossiped about celebrities, and mused about how the media twisted

“So, you and Alejandro…?” Zabelle started out of the blue, and Nivera was immediately reminded of what she and he had done.

Nivera sighed, swirling her espresso. Her face shifted, subtle but unmistakable. “It’s complicated. He’s… not the

lest man ta deal with.”

“Tell me about it.” Zabelle rolled her eyes.

Both women laughed, their shoulders relaxing

In the middle of their laughter, Nivera’s phone lit up the screen

with a

a message.

Darren Where are you, ma’am? Are you safe?

She texted back quickly, and as she did, sherealized two hours had gone by. Fuck, it had been that long? It felt like minutes.

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