The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

The night air was cooler than expected when Alejandro and Nivera stepped outside the mansion.

The moon hung high, casting silver light across the driveway as they made their way down the stairs.

Martins stood waiting at the bottom of the steps. His sharp eyes scanned them both, his arms folded until he caught Alejandro’s gaze. “How was dinner?” he asked, voice low but carrying amusement.

Alejandro gave a scoff. “Delightful. If you enjoy smiling at people, you want to shoot.”

Martins chuckled as he stepped forward and opened the backseat door. “You lasted longer than I expected.”

Alejandro gave him a dry look but said nothing. He turned to Nivera, who still looked pale but carried herself with practiced elegance.

He held out a hand. She took it silently, her fingers cold against his palm. Gently, he helped her into the backseat before sliding in after her.

Once Martins was in and the car doors shut, the driver started the engine. The vehicle moved smoothly onto the road. the soft hum of the tires mixing with the muted sounds of the city night.

Inside the car, it was peaceful. Alejandro leaned back, rotating his wrist slightly as if the dinner had been a workout. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Nivera.

Her head was resting against the headrest, tilted slightly to one side. Her eyes were closed, but there was a small smile playing on her lips.

He stared at that smile for a moment. It made something shift in his chest, that familiar pull he had tried to ignore when it came to her.

Even when she hated him, even when she insulted him with fire in her eyes–there was something maddeningly captivating about her.

He mirrored her smile unknowingly, then pull

out his tablet from the back of Martin’s seat.

As usual, work was waiting for him as he was bombarded with a lot of emails.

He tapped through a few business reports, and then his eyes caught on a notification. A message from Antonio.

Curious, he opened it. There were three messages, all sent within the last hour:

Antonio: Are you attending the gala tomorrow?

Antonio: Alejandro? You’re going to leave me to deal with all this alone, aren’t you?

Antonio: Don’t make me suffer alone

A smirk curled on Alejandro’s lips. Without replying, he locked the tablet and tossed it lazily onto the seat beside him.

It was Antonio’s turn to endure the torment of high society events and fake smiles. Alejandro had done enough while

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Antonio was busy with his wedding and honeymoon.

“Your turn, brother,” he muttered.

He was about to rest his arm against the door when something soft pressed against his shoulder. He turned slightly to find Nivera, her head now leaning on him, fast asleep.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

Her hair smelt faintly of lavender, and her body was warm and soft, moulded against his side in complete trust.

He could hardly believe it. This was the same woman who once said she would gut him in his sleep.

Carefully, Alejandro adjusted his posture so she could rest more comfortably. One of his arms came around her shoulder gently, anchoring her as she shifted slightly with a sleepy sigh.

His eyes returned to the tablet, but his mind wasn’t on it anymore. It was on the woman sleeping against him and the chaos she had unknowingly brought into his life, while Nivera, unaware, remained curled gently against him.

By the time they arrived at the estate, the night had deepened. The lights of the mansion glowed softly from the inside, and the guards opened the gate without delay.

The driver parked near the entrance.

Alejandro didn’t bother waking Nivera. Instead, he unbuckled his seatbelt and gently lifted her into his arms.

She stirred only slightly, burying her face against his chest like a kitten seeking warmth.

Martins opened the door for him, and he walked into the mansion with her cradled against him.

Inside, the lights had been dimmed to a soft amber glow. The hallway was quiet, the kind of quiet that came after a long day when even the walls seemed to sigh.

Alejandro carried Nivera straight to her room.

As he gently laid her down on the bed, she let out a small, contented sigh and curled into the sheets. The moment her back touched the bed, her entire body relaxed.

Then, her voice came–groggy, soft, and vulnerable. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

He paused, staring at her in surprise.

Her eyes were half–lidded, not entirely conscious, but the question had been genuine.

A rare, sincere smile bloomed on his face.

“I will,” he promised her quietly.

“Good.” And she smiled in return, eyes fluttering shut.

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He pulled the covers over her slowly, smoothing the blankets down. For several seconds, he just stood there, watching her committing the peaceful image of her sleeping face to memory.

Then, with one last look, he turned and exited the room.

Outside the mansion, Martins stood waiting near one of the garden paths, a cigarette unlit in one hand. His head lifted when Alejandro stepped into the open night air.

“You want someone investigated?” he asked without hesitation, as that was the usual.

Alejandro stopped a few feet from him, looking out toward the tall trees that surrounded the estate.

“No,” Alejandro said after a beat. “I doubt you’ll find what I’m looking for.”

Martins arched a brow. “What’s going on?”

Alejandro’s voice was low. “Vivian’s husband. He was still at that table. And no one noticed how uncomfortable she looked. No one caught the way her fingers twitched or how she stared at her wine glass like it was an escape route.”

He paused and continued. “Not even Aria or Liam. They all laughed and smiled like nothing was wrong.”

Martins remained silent, waiting.

Alejandro exhaled and began to pace slightly. “Aria and Liam… they are not predictable or transparent like Vivian and

Matthew, and I don’t like that.”

Alejandro paused as he gave some thought to the situation.

“I could easily tell that Vivian and the stupid old man would be a problem at the dinner; their ambition was like a foul scent–you could smell it from a mile away. But the other two–they are different.”

“You’re going to have to elaborate,” Martins stated.

Alejandro’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Aria came after Vivian for calling Nivera a slut, and she chuckled when Liam attacked Vivian. It was low, but I heard it.”

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