The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

“Mine”

Her stomach twisted.

It should have made her furious. She wasn’t his. She wasn’t anyone’s to claim. And yet..

Her chest ached in a place she didn’t have the words to name

The silence of the room swallowed her whole, and Nivera sat motionless on the cold floor with her knees tucked to her chest and her forehead reding lightly against them.

Alejandro’s voice–calm, low, unapologetic–played on repeat in her mind like a cursed melody she couldn’t tum aff

“He deserved to die for what he did to her. And he did.”

“No one lays a finger on what’s mine and walks away breathing.”

She shut her eyes tight as if darkness could protect her from the weight of those from the raw, brutal possessiveness in histone

At first, back in the car–when they left the wedding–when she suspected Alejandro was behind it all, she remembered that sensation of disbelief.

That someone like him, someone so maddeningly difficult and cold, had quietly pulled strings in the shadows. Not for power. Not for leverage. But for her.

And when he denied it, placing doubts in her mind, she had managed to put those feelings aside

But now?

Now there was in

was no pretending

Alejandro had been behind Nathaniel’s confession. Alejandro had covered her tracks. Cleared her name. And then killed the man who had ruined her.

She was right; there was no way Nathaniel would come clean on his own accord.

But then again, the situation scared her. What could Alejandro have possibly done to an arrogant and powerful man like Nathaniel to get him to confess?

As she thought about it, she realized that no matter how dangerous she thought Alejandro was, he always managed to prove that he was much mone dangerous.

And with the way he was calm and collected, he wasn’t even worried about being caught and going to jail.

Stay away from him, he’s dangerous, the voice in her head whispered, but her heart refused to stop pounding for a man whose intention was to destroy her

For close to a year, she’d been swimming in disgrace, Job offers disappeared overnight. Brand campaigns pulled her face from billboards.

People whispered behind their hands, calling her a liar, an opportunist, and a drama queen trying to sink a powerful man’s reputation.

No one had stood by her

Not the modeling agencies. Not even her so–called friends, not her fans.

It was only him.

He didn’t even have to say a word about it. No press releases. No fanfare. Just quiet, decisive action which had hit the nail on the head,

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And the fact he didn’t brag about it or expect gratitude.

One would have expected him to try and use it to get something from her, but he didn’t do soch,

Hiver pressed her hand against her chest and sat back against the wall as her thoughts continued to swirl, colliding and clashing like weaves in a series

She didn’t know what to make of Alejandro. One minute he was this domineering brute who took away her passport and locked her in his manosnikka ar villain in a twisted fairytale.

And then the nest… he was calling her mine and doing inspeakable things to the people who hurt her.

He’s dangerous, she reminded herself. He’s controlling. He lies. He’s a Garcit.

But as much as her mind shouted warnings, another part of her whispered hack:

He was also the only one who believed you. Even if he never said it out loud.

She wrapped her arms tighter around her legs and tilted her head back, letting it thud lightly against the wall

And then there was that moment,

In the car. That breathless, unbearable stretch of silence before she leaned in, as it drawn by a gravity neither of them understood.

That almost kiss had thrown her off more than anything. Not only because she wanted it but because of what she saw in his eyes.

Hesitation.

Not hatred. Not arrogance. It was something like… fear.

Like he didn’t know what the hell he was doing.

It was the first time she had seen fear in Alejandro’s eyes, and that expression had haunted her since.

It didn’t belong on the face of someone like Alejandro someone who wielded power like a weapon, who crushed lives with ease.

But it had been there. Raw. Vulnerable.

And now, with everything she’d heard….

His uncle knew who he truly was, so there was no need to keep up the act with his uncle?

Unless…It wasn’t entirely an act anymore.

Her stomach did a weird, uncomfortable tip, one she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“No. Don’t even go there.” She muttered inwardly.

She still hated him.

Right?

She thought of the night he’d slammed the door in her face. The first time she met him–how cold and judgemental he was. How he stripped her of dignity just by looking at her like she was nothing.

That man was not someone to give grace to

But people were never just one thing. And that was the problem.

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