The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

About an hour after Marceline left his room, Alejandro finally rose from his bed.

He hadn’t meant to go back downstairs. He figured he’d just try to sleep the rest of the right away. But his stomach had other plans.

It rumbled in protest, reminding him that he hadn’t had a proper meal all day.

The mansion was quiet, lights dimmed in the hallways, it was late, too late for any of the helpers to still be around.

So when he heard voices–two, to be exact he stopped mid step.

He checked the time. It was past eleven. The help would’ve left hours ago.

His brows furrowed as he followed the sound to the kitchen.

The overhead lights were dimmed, replaced with the soft warm glow from under cabinet lighting. He paused just outside the archway.

One voice belonged to his mother.

The other, unmistakably, was Nivera.

Oh, so they were the ones?!

this before?” Mar

“You’re kidding me. You’ve never made this before?” Marceline sounded amused.

Nivera laughed. “Not once, I’m a horrible cook. It’s embarrassing. I used to burn water.”

“Burn

water? How?”

“I forgot about it, and by the time I got back, it had evaporated?!” Nivera cried out.

-So, how did you

survive?”

Back when I lived alone, it was either takeout or starving And sometimes… starving won.”

“You seriously starved?” Marceline asked with genuine disbelief, laughter in her tone.

“I did!” Nivera responded dramatically. “Well, not starved starved. More like I just waited until absolutely had to eat. Or ordered something questionable at midnight.”

“And you survived like that alone for over a year?!

never said I thrived”

Marceline chuckled again, the so, melodic sound Alejandro hadn’t heard from her in ages. “Well, we’ll have to change that.”

Alejandro crept closer, careful not to make noise. Through the sliver between the wall and cabinet, he saw them

His mother was at the stove, stirring something in a deep pot, and Nivera stood beside her, an apron somehow tied over her black nightshirt, sleeves rolled up, holding a wooden spoon like it was a foreign object.

“This…. is one of Alejandro’s favourites,” Marceline said warmly, tapping the spoon on the edge.

“My son pretends like he hates homey things, but this dish used to make him shot up at the table. I knew it was good when he stopped complaining about the world for a whole five minutes.”

Nivera grinned, “Well, I’m honoured to be part of this culinary adventure. But fair warning if anything goes wrong with the dish, it’s not my fault.”

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Marceline let out another soft laugh.

Alejandro’s chest tightened, but not painfully. It was strange, hearing her like this. Like the woman she used to be hot trembling hot wociating haunted. Just… alive. He knew it wouldn’t last, not forever. But damn, it was good to see. Even if just for one right

And Nivera

She was helping his mother to cook one of his favourite meals. That knowledge stirred something beneath his skin. An unspoken gratitude. And desire.

He stepped into the light and cleared his throat

Both women turned at the same time.

“You’re up,” Nivera said, eyes lighting briefly before she tucked it away. “Figured you’d be starving”

He raised a brow, “What’s going on here?”

“A late–night kitchen takeover, Nivera responded, lifting the spoon like a weapon. “And before you ask, yes, I am allowed to be here.”

“She was more than willing,” Marceline added with a smile. “You must be starving, we were just finishing up. Give us five more minutes.”

Alejandro nodded and glanced at the counter. Everything smelt incredible.

He noticed two things in particular,

His

mother hadn’t touched a knife. And Nivera was the one doing all the chopping.

It was subtle but intentional. However, he said nothing.

“Let me set the table,” he said, wanting to assist.

Minutes Later, the meal was done. Dinner was quiet at first. Peaceful Marceline occasionally shared stories from Alejandro’s childhood, and Nivera soaked it all up, laughing more freely than he’d seen in days.

For once, his mother looked like herself. And for once, he didn’t feel like a storm waiting to happen.

Alejandro didn’t say much at first, too busy devouring what he hadn’t realized he’d been craving for months.

When they finished, Marceline rose and began stacking plates.

“Let me help” Nivera said quickly, standing

“No,

o, no,” Marceline waved her off with a smile. “Spend time with my son. I’ll take care of it.”

“No, no,” Marceline waved her off gently. “Stay. Talk with him. I’ve got it.

And before either could argue, she was already turning toward the sink

Nivera shifted to stand.

Alejandro watched her from the corner of his eye. Sic

She paused. “Why?”

He turned fully toward her now, his eyes lazy and smiling slowly. “Because I said so.”

ed to gather a few items, but the moment she turned her back, she felt him behind her.

“No.” She refused as she moved to

And he was too close.

Chapter 85

He stepped into her space, and instinctively, the cat back down, but instead of the chair,

He leaned over her, hands i

chiared on either

Her breath caught. “W

What are you doing?”

Talila, trapping her fathas

His voice dropped. “What I want!

She glanced toward the kitchen, whispering. “Your mother’s

C’s right there?

“And? Does that matter to you?”

“Yes, it does.” Nivera narrowed he

her eyes. “Now move back before the comes out ”

“You’re a bad cook,” he murmured, eyes twinkling. “But here you are. In my kitchen. Making my favourite dish”

She looked away, heat rushing to her cheeks.

“Are you falling in love with me, Niveta??

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