The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108

The low hum of the car

life.

engine was the only sound for several minutes. It passed high gates and dim streetlights as the city quietly throbbed with distant

Inside the cabin, Alejandro sat on the right, his legs crossed casually, his head leaning against the headrest with the faintest smirk playing on his lips.

The kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Martins sat beside him, his expression set in stone; he was a man used to it, and he found comfort in it.

Alejandro looked every bit the unstoned man–until Martins broke the silence.

“This is what you requested on Damon,” Martins said, his voice low as he passed a thick folder across the seat.

Alejandro’s gaze flicked down without moving his head. He took the file, flipping it open with a lazy flick of his thumb.

He then scanned the contents–academic achievements, philanthropic events, a clean public record, no red flags, no underground affiliations, not even

nderground a speeding ticket. Damon Castillo looked like a damn saint on paper.

And that raised a lot of red flags. No one was a saint, and if one appeared to be so, it was because they were the devil.

That didn’t sit right with Alejandro, as no one but him could be

“Huh,” He murmured, eyes narrowing as he flipped through the

devil.

page.

“Nice kid.”

Martins didn’t comment as he waited for Alejandro to go on.

“No drugs, no gambling, no secret lovers, no bribes, no violent

endencies,” Alejandro continued dryly, the corners of his lips tugging down.

He shut the file, unimpressed. “Too perfect. Makes me want to punch him more.”

Martins smiled faintly. “He just made the mistake of wanting the wrong woman.”

Alejandro’s gaze turned cold as he looked out the window, watching the blur of hedges and lights roll by. “He didn’t just want her. He touched her.”

He didn’t have to elaborate. Martins understood. Any man who laid hands–physically or emotionally, whether violently or lovingly–on Nivera became a marked man.

“Should I be worried?”

“Only if your name is Damon,” Alejandro replied smoothly as he passed the folder back to Martins.

“Keep an eye on him,” he then ordered. “All angles. If he so much as breathes in her direction wrong, I want to know.”

“Yes, boss.”

Martins then leaned forward to the partition, knocked twice, and then retrieved a tablet from the seat pocket in front. He handed it to Alejandro. “You should also see this. The footage. From yesterday.”

Alejandro unlocked the screen, jaw tightening as the video began to play.

Grainy footage from a security angle outside the building, Nivera signed the contract in the previous day.

Then another, clearer angle from a side camera. He watched it–Nivera slipping out the side door, moving quickly down the street like a shadow, her hair pulled back, the scarf covering her, and her body language tense.

The third angle caught the guard near the gate. The man had definitely seen her, as he touched his earpiece and said something after she turned and left.

“Damn idiot didn’t even pretend to look away,” Alejandro exhaled through his nose, one brow raised.

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Chapter 108

He saw her, Martins confirmed. “And if he saw her… then Matthew knows she was there.”

An unamused hum left Alejandro, his eyes still glued to the footage. His thumb idly dragged across the screen as he rewound to the moment Nivera broke into a jog, face half–turned toward the street.

He studied it like a predator would prey. Nivera didn’t mention having to run away; when she had told the story, he immediately assumed that as she was dodging her family and the guards, she went to Darren.

When Martins glanced at him through the corner mind, Martins.”

of his eve

Alejandro caught the look. He lifted his gaze slowly, face unreadable. “Say what’s on your

Martins hesitated. Then, “Is it… a good idea for

you

this

Alejandro’s lips curled into something between a grin and a threat, something Martins caught. “Of course it is. “Matthew is laying a battlefield, and it’d be rude not to play along.”

“With all due respect…” Martins shifted uncomfortably. “That’s

why

I think

shouldn’t go.”

Alejandro barked out a laugh and leaned back, stretching his long legs forward. “Relax, Martins. I’m just going to smile, drink wine, and charm Nivera’s mother.”

“And the father?”

Alejandro’s grin only widened. “If he’s lucky, I won’t rearrange his face.”

Martins pinched the bridge of his nose, as he could already imagine the damage control he’d have to do by the end of the night. “So someone is getting beaten.”

“You really don’t have faith in me,” Alejandro said, shaking his head with mock disappointment.

“It’s not faith, sir. It’s experience,” he stated just as they pulled into the long driveway.

As the driver slowed to a stop in front of the main entrance, Alejandro adjusted his cufflinks, then reached for the door handle.

“Get the guards ready and keep them close,” he said. “But discreet. If things go south, I want them ready.”

Martins nodded. “Understood.”

Alejandro stepped out into the cool night, and he didn’t look as he made his way into the mansion.

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