The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Nivora stood there, unmoving for a moment, heart pounding.

When she returned inside, Marceline was on the floor of the kitchen, sitting with her back against the cabinets, her shoulders trembling as she cried silently.

“I didn’t mean to,” she kept whispering, “I didn’t mean to…

Nivera knelt beside her but didn’t speak right away.

“Is he alright?” Marceline asked, lifting her tear–stained face.

Nivera swallowed. “I think so.”

That was a lie, and they both knew it was. No one would be okay after almost getting stabbed by their mother, but Nivera didn’t blame the woman

Marceline clearly wasn’t in the right frame of mind, but sadly, that didn’t change what had just happened.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Marceline said again, her voice small. “I was just cutting the lemon and then… then it felt like someone els moving my hand.”

She looked down at her own fingers like they were foreign to her.

Nivera handed her a glass of water, watching as she took small sips. She wanted to ask questions. Why did you do it? What did you see? But none of it would come out.

It wasn’t in her place to ask. Besides, that would just add salt in the woman’s wound.

The minutes stretched thin before Marceline reached for her phone, unlocking it with shaky fingers and dialing Alejandro’s number.

Two.

Three.

Voicema

She tried again. Then again. And again.

Nothing

“Please pick up,” she whispered. “Please, mi hijo…..”

She left voicemails, the kind that sounded half–lucid and full of half–sobs.

“Alejandro, please please call me back. I didn’t mean to… it wasn’t me. You know that. Please.”

Nivera rubbed her arm gently, trying to calm her. But Marceline’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking

*I didn’t know–I’ve never–I’ve never done that before.”

-Maybe you ne

need to rest,” Nivera suggested quietly. “Come to the living room. I’ll make tea.”

He must hate me.

“He doesn’t hate you. He was shocked. Anyone would be.”

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Chapter 80

“I tried to kill my son,” Marceline whispered, volce cracking “With a kitchen knife. Who does that! What kind of mother T

Marceline stood slowly, leaning on the edge of the counter for support. “I’m fine, I just need to…

Her eyes flickered to her bag where the medication was and without wasting time, sim headed to her hag

Nivera followed her gaze, not missing the way her fingers trembled as she opened it and pulled out a small bottle of pills.

She immediately popped one into her mouth and swallowed dry.

Marceline’s hands trembled as she tried to refill her glass of water. She missed, the stream pouring onto the countertop

“I’ll do it,” Nevera said, quickly stepping in.

a feel use

“No,” Marceline whispered. “No. I need to feel useful”

Nivera didn’t object as Marceline filled the glass and gulped down the contents in one go

“I take them when it gets had,” Marceline murmured, as though she had read the question in Mivera’s head. “Sometimes… sometimes the world moves too fast.”

“Tunderstand,” Nivera nodded.

The silence between them grow heavier.

“Are you fine

now!”

Marceline looked at her, and for a moment, her lips parted like she might say something. But then she just shook her head.

“I don’t know. I need to lie down,” she said finally.

“Come, let me help you.” Nivera immediately placed a hand on Marceline and guided her out of the kitchen.

“Where’s your room?” She then asked

“Upstairs,” was Marceline’s short answer,

“Okay, let’s go.”

Marcelline hesitated, then nodded. Together, they made their way upstairs.

By the time they got to her room, Marceline’s steps had slowed considerably. The pill was taking effect–her shoulders slackened, her breathing evened

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