The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Alejandro pushed open the hospital doors with the kind of urgency that made nurses dep aside without question

The sterile scent of antiseptic hit him immediately, but he barely registered it.

His mind was fixed on one thing–Zabelle. Or more specifically, the news that the had been that

His shoes clicked against the cold, polished tiles of the hospital corridor with a rhythm that matched the pounding in his chest.

He didn’t ask for directions–he didn’t need to. His aunt had already given him the room number, and his mind had it etched like a brand

Every step he took felt like walking deeper into a tunnel of dread, as no one had called to update him on anything

Whether Zabette was okay? Whether Antonia was hurt? He didn’t know, and it was suffocating

Nivera walked beside him but didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. She sensed the shift in his mood the moment he got off the phone, and she didn’t speak again after he told her what happened

When they reached the ICU wing, Alejandro paused in front of a set of double doors.

“I’ll wait out here.“Nivera murmured, nodding toward the row of cold steel chairs lining the corridor.

Alejandro turned to look at her. Her arms were folded tightly over her chest, and her eyes were tired but alert.

There was a gu

was a guard that had followed them, so he was rest assured she was going to be fine.

The fact that she decided to come up instead of allowing the driver to take her home warmed his heart much more than she could ever imagine.

He gave a curt nod, then turned toward the room Alicia had told him about.

He didn’t knock. He never knocked.

The door opened quietly, and he stepped in.

The quiet hum of machines greeted him first. Then came the soft, mechanical beeping of a heart monitor.

Zabelle lay still on the hospital bed, pale and unmoving, the only son of life the steady rise and fall of her chest.

Tubes ran across her body like invasive vines, and her hair was matted around her face. It didn’t look like her.

Seated beside her was Antonio. But the man sitting there was barely recognizable.

Alejandro took one look at his brother and felt the punch of what had happened. Antonio looked like hell. The dark bags under his eyes said he hadn’t slept in days.

Antonio’s eyes were fixed on Zabelle, his posture slumped with exhaustion and a weight Alejandro had never seen on his brother before

His clothes were wrinkled and still stained with blood, one he assumed to be Zabelle’s

He wondered if Antonio had even heard him come in, as he didn’t look up. He just continued to stare at Zabelle, still and silent.

Alejandro moved closer, his steps silent.

“Antonio, why didn’t you call me?” He asked, lowering himself into the seat beside his brother.

He had found out about what happened to Zabelle from Alicia, and it baffled him.

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Chapter 69

This wasn’t something you heard secondhand. Not when they ween brothers, hot when it involved someone who mattered.

Antonio didn’t look at him. It was as if he was afraid if he took his eyes off his wife, something bad would happen to her.

“I didn’t want to disturb you, seeing as you already have a lot on your plate with her.”

Alejandro didn’t need to ask who “her” was. They both knew. It was Nivern.

“Oh Alejandro muttered.

There was a long silence, filled only by the rhythmic beeping of machines and the muffled bustle of hospital staff in the hallway

“Aunt said the bullet was meant for you and that she took it,” Alejandro added as he looked at the woman on the bed

“Yes, that’s true.”

Alejandro s

studied Zabelle’s face, Pale, lips chapped, a binise blooming across her shoulder from where the doctors had cleaned the wound.

She didn’t look like the firecracker he remembered from weeks ago. And yet, the vulnerability only emphasized the strength that had always been buried

beneath.

He owed Zabelle his life for taking that bullet for Antonio, as it would have killed him if Antonio lost his life, but the result was that she was now the one fighting for her fe

“Would you take a bullet for someone who you see as an enemy?” Antonio asked out of the blue.

Alejandro didn’t answer right away. His throat tightened, but when the words came, they were honest.

“No, I wouldn’t”

He had asked himself the same question since hearing what Zabelle did, and immediately came to a conclusion

If it was any other woman, they would have never taken a bullet for a man who forced her to get married to him, not even out of love, but because he wanted to make her lide a living hell

There was silence for a moment, a heavy, suffocating silence.

“She isn’t as bad as we thought.” Alejandro finally broke the silence, his eyes still on her. Then his lips curved faintly. “She’s badder.”

The words tasted strange. Admiring Surprised. Deep down, Alejandro had always thought there was something different about her. But this? Taking a

bullet?

She had proven herself in a way that made even him uncomfortable.

“Have you found out who is responsible for what happened to her! Alejandro then asked

“No, Martin is already on it, though, Antonio responded, and Alejandro nodded, his jaw tightening just as the former continued.

“What are the odds that it’s her family or Jeremy responsible for what happened? After all, I was the target and not her.”

Alejandro considered it. He didn’t need long

-The odds are very high”

The words dropped like lead in the quiet rooms

Zabelle’s family hated her and hated the fact that she got married to a powerful man like Antonio, and, well, her ex boyfriend Jeremy had his ego bruised that she didn’t come back begging after he dumped her for her sister,

Chapter 69

Antonio’s expression didn’t shift much, but Alejandro saw it. The slight twitch in his jaw, the crack formed in the mask of calm

This wasn’t the version of his brother he was used to. Antonio had always been composed. Cold, even Calculated.

But the man sitting beside him now looked like he was harely hanging on.

He hadn’t moved his eyes from Zabelle for a second. Not once.

He didn’t blame him. If this had been Nivera-

The thought seized him.

If it had been Nivera on that hospital bed, unconscious, pole, and unmoving–would he be able to sit still? Breathe?

Would he care who was watching? Who judged him?

He’d kill the entire world to keep her safe. He knew that

t now

And that terrified him because she wasn’t his wife, but it didn’t matter.

She was his

And the thought of someone hurting her of her bleeding out, unconscious, like Zabelle was now–was enough to drive him into madness

He tried to shake the image, but it clung to him, Her blood. Her motionless body. And him, helpless.

Achill went through him, quiet and vicious.

No. He couldn’t handle that.

He looked at Antonio again. Watched the way he never took his eyes off Zabelle. There was nothing about this man that looked like a crimelord.

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