The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Chapter 81

The boardroom was quiet. Too quiet.

Someone was talking. Maybe Gerald or Darlington–he couldn’t tell which

The voice of the man currently presenting–something about quarterly projections and overseas investments–sounded far away, like it came from the end of a tunnel.

was!

The room was full, every executive in attendance. His name was on the agenda, and yet he hadn’t spoken a word

Across the long table, people nodded, scribbled, and flicked through slices, Charts were up on the screen. Projections Strategies, Numbers

Alejandro sat at the head of the table, a figure of authority draped in a crisp navy suit. But inside, he was a frayed thread barely holds

One arm rested on the table, the other loosely gripping a pen he hadn’t clicked once.

Not once.

That in itself was strange. He always clicked the damn pen when he was bored or thinking or annoyed. But now, the silence in his head was worse. Louder.

Because there wasn’t silence, not really. There was just… the image. That moment.

His mother’s

Not her voice, not the knife, not even the wildness in her movements. It was her eyes–cold, unfamiliar, full of hatred–that kept playing on loop behind his gaze like a cursed reel.

“Mr Garcia?”

His head snapped up. Everyone was staring at him. Darlington had paused mid–sentence, clearly unsure of whether to continue.

“Yes?” he responded, a half second too late.

“We were wondering if you approved of the expansion model or if you wanted

d us to rework the projections”

He stared at the side being projected. It meant nothing to him

Alejandro cleared his throat. “Reschedule the rest of this meeting,” he ordered, pushing back from the table.

A beat of confused silence followed

“Sir?” Darlington blinked.

“I’m not in the right headspace. Push everything to tomorrow. Gerald, make sure the numbers are on my desk before noon. We’re done for today.”

He didn’t wait for a response.

Before anyone could utter a word, he pushed his chair back and stood

The door closed softly behind him as he stepped out, his stride purposeful, even though he wasn’t sure where he was heading

Eventually, he turned into the corridor that led to his office and the adjoining washroom.

His assistant stood when he passed her desk, a concerned look already forming

Don’t let anyone disturb me,” he muttered as he passed.

Chapter 81

He didn’t even hear the rest as he entered the room.

The lock clicked into place behind him. He walked straight to the sink, placed both pms on the edge, and

He sighed, and it was not like the composed sighs he gave in meetings or during tense negotiations. This one wat jigged. Henry. He leaned over the sink, braced his arms on the porcelain, and stared at his own reflection

For a man who’d just been nearly stabbed by his own mother, he looked far too alm

Alejandro twisted the tap. Cold water rushed from the faucet, and he splashed it over his face, the chill doing little to dispel the weight pressing against his chest.

Because the moment he closed his eyes, it was back. He saw it again, and it was clear as day

Her eyes.

it was something else entirely

His mother’s face twisted in fear and confusion. But before that, before she realized who he was, it was some

Hatred

Pune, raw hatred, like she had wanted to erase him from existence.

There was no other word for it. She had looked at him like he was the very thing that destroyed her. Like he was the monster, and maybe.

wasn’t wrong.

He leaned heavily against the counter, gripping the edge.

He’d caught the knife, yes. His reflexes were faster than hers. But that look–that look made him falter.

Because it wasn’t the first time. It had happened so many times he thought he would be used to it, but he wasn’t.

He hated it so much, and each one seemed to hurt more than the last.

He exhaled sharply, water dripping from his chin

He remembered boing twelve or so.

Standing in the hallway after it happened the screaming, the blood, the wreckage of their once–perfect life.

She had looked at him then too.

He had been covered in someone else’s blood after getting into a fight.

He had promised her that he wouldn’t get into fights again, but that boy had insulted her, and he couldn’t stop himself from beating him up.

It had taken the intervention of other people to pry him off, or there was a chance he would have killed the boy

His hands shook, and his body trembled as he tried to explain what he did and why he did it.

However, all she did was stare at him. Frozen. Like, if she spoke, the truth would become too real to handle.

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