The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

The night was quiet when Alejandro pulled into the driveway, the sound of lus engine the only disruption

mansion.

The sky was a heavy vetvet blue, moonlight casting silver streaks over the dark t

tiles of the rooftop:

He killed the engine and stepped out, his invements slow. When he looked up, he noticed that there were no chan

The night carried an eerie vibe, perfectly describing his mood. How nice.

His gaze instinctively swept toward the garage, wanting to see if it was still thein, and there it was.

His mother’s car. She hadn’t left.

Why hadn’t she? A sigh shipped past his lips as he closed the car door.

It wasn’t that he was surprised. But he had half–hoped, selfishly maybe, that she would be gone.

That he wouldn’t have to walk into a home where they would have to have a discussion about what happened,

The mansion was quiet as always as Alejandro pushed open the front door. He didn’t like having people around and whenever the they always made sure to move silently.

The click of it shutting behind him echoed slightly in the vast space.

He dropped his keys into the ceramic bowl by the console table and loosened his tie, tugging it off with a heavy breath.

The silence wasn’t unusual, but tonight it felt heavy. As if the air itself was holding its breath.

Alejandro made his way up the stairs slowly, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting

rkers were present.

When he reached her room, he paused in front of the closed door. His hand hovered over the knob for a moment, uncertain, and

she slowly turned it.

The door creaked softly as he pushed it open, inch by inch, careful not to make too much noise.

Inside, moonlight bathed the elegant interior in soft silver. His mother lay on the bed, her body curled slightly on her side, breathing even and slow.

Her hands were folded near her face. On the nightstand beside her was a bottle of pills, uncapped but safely upright

So she had taken them.

It made sense. After what happened, she had to find a way to calm herself Pills were her way of coping, and God knew he wasn’t in a position to judge when he did the same.

He exhaled, quietly. Then, as he began to close the door, a shape in the corner of the room caught his eye.

There was someone else in the room

His eyes adjusted quickly to the dark, and that’s when he saw her.

Niwera

Curled up on the armchair near the window, her head tilted to one side, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep

A blanket had slipped halfway off her shoulder and her arm was dangling almost touching the floor.

So this was why she hadn’t texted. A tiny, unexpected smile tugged at the edge of his lips

Chapter 83

He blinked as he hadn’t expected her to stay with his mother for so long she could have left, but her saying min

He shook his head softly and stepped back, slowly closing the door without another sound. The latch clicked gently into placa.

He made his way down the hall to his room, the soft yellow hallway lights giving the space a gentle glow

When he gut in, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the chair. His fingers moved to his buttons, unfastening them one by one until his shirt hung loose

He was just about to pull on a fresh shirt from the t

wardrobe when he heard a soft knock

He turned, pausing for only a second before crossing the room and opening the door

Nivera stood there, now fully awake, wrapped in the throw blanket she had been using

“You’re back,” she said, her voice quieter than usual, but her eyes lit up a little at the sight of him,

Alejandro tilted his head slightly. “You were asleep,” he replied, stepping aside to let her in

She walked past him, glancing once around the room before turning to face him. “I didn’t mean to. I just closed my eyes for one second.”

He grabbed the shirt off the bed but didn’t put it on. “It happens. It has been a long day,” he replied casually.

But she frowned at him. That answer, that tone, light, dismissive, it wasn’t the one she was going to accept.

“Don’t do that.”

Alejandro paused, the shirt half on

“Don’t put on that facade. “That thing you do where you pretend like nothing affects you. Like you’re made of steel,” she added, stepping forward. “T doesn’t suit you. Not with me.”

His brow quirked faintly.

“I’m not pretending”

“Yes, you are. And it doesn’t suit you,” she repeated.

There was no venom in her words, just quiet sincerity.

He didn’t respond, and she continued, her voice still gentle but firm. “I’m not asking you to tell me what happened. I know there are things you won’t share, and I won’t push. But I want to know if you are okay.”

Alejandre stood there, holding the edge of the shirt in his hands, unmoving

She walked to the edge of the bed and sat, her eyes never leaving him. “You looked shaken. Even when you let earlier the way you spoke, the way you walked out I could tell.”

“I’m fine,” he said automatically

She tilted her head. “But you’re not. Nobody can be fine after that.”

A beat passed between them.

He sighed. It was a long, tired breath that seemed to weigh more than it should have. He finally sat down in the chair opposite her, one arm draped over

the side.

“She didn’t recognize me.” The words were quiet. Unfiltered.

Nivera blinked

“Not at that moment the law somente else entirely, he continued

“But she came back

“yeah,” he said, a breathy laugh escaping. “After she almost gutted me

Nivera winced.

“Sorry. That was…I didn’t mean it like that ”

“I get it,” she said. “But you know it wasn’t her. Not really”

Alejandro rubbed a hand across his jaw.

“I know. Doesn’t make it easier.”

He then looked up at the ceiling. “It’s not the knife. Not even the reaction. It was her eyes. The way she looked at me… like I was a stranger. Worse, Like was someone she feared. Or hated”

ence stretched as Nivera waited for him to continue.

Then he added, “it’s happened before. But not like this.”

Nivera stood slowly, walking over to him. She knelt in front of the chair and gently rested her hand over his.

I didn’t grow up with her being like this,” he said, his voice a little rougher now. “She was warm. Soft Protective. She used to sing to me when I was sick She made me pancakes in ridiculous shapes just to get me to smile”

His fingers twitched beneath hers.

“Then things changed.”

Nivera didn’t ask how, she just waited for him to share what he was comfortable sharing.

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