The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

The room smelt of polished wood and aged scotch, and

grandfather clock in the far corner of the office ticked with’s slow, ominous rhyth

Matthew Elton sat behind his massive mahogany desk, Ingers interlaced, eyes sharp. His expression was unreadable, carved from stone–just kit always was when business tumed personal

The silence in the room has deliberate, thick with unspoken tension.

Across from him sat two men.

One, older. Greying hair dressed i i elegant suit. The years had softened his face but not his spine,

He looked every bit the patriarch of a family that had clawed its way into elite circles through blood, sweat, and strategic marriages.

The other one was younger with sharper edges, and he looked like the older man.

A smug smirk was sprawled across his lips. His legs were crossed in that way men did when they thought they owned the room, with all the arrogance of someone who’d never heard the word “no” in his life.

“You promised,” the older man finally said, his voice gravelled with age and displeasure. “Two years ago, you gave me your word, Matthew, You said your daughter would finally marry my son. Yet here we are, and I hear she’s tangled up with Alejandro Garcia of all people.”

Matthew didn’t flinch, as he was used to confrontation. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, but he remained composed.

“She is. Unfortunately. But not by choice.”

The younger man scoffed under his breath, shaking his head. He was sharp–featured, handsome in a cold sort of way, and dressed to be seen–pressed navy suit, an expensive watch peeking out from his sleeve, and the smug confidence of entitlement practically boring from his pores.

“Not by choice?” he repeated with a sneer. “Come on, Matthew. Your daughter’s been all over the media lately. On his arm. In his car. Living in his house, isn’t she? That doesn’t exactly scream ‘unwilling.””

“Careful, Damon,” Matthew said smoothly, but his eyes flashed. “You forget yourself”

Damon lifted both hands in surrender, but it was done as a sign of mockery. “Forgive me. Just calling it as I see it.”

The old man exhaled through his nose, slow and irritated. “You said she’d be trained. Prepared. That she’d come to understand her duty.”

“She was doing just that,” Matthew replied tightly. “Until Alejandro Garcia got involved”

He rose from his seat and walked around the desk, pouring himself a drink from the crystal decanter on the side table.

“I’m saying Alejandro Garcia is manipulative,” Matthew replied. “He’s a snake, A master of control and coercion. He has her isolated. Trapped. Twisting her emotions into something she doesn’t understand. If you think for a second she’s acting of her own accord, then you’re severely underestimating the

boy.”

The older man scoffed upon hearing Matthew’s words.

“I raised my daughter to see through such men, but even the brightest minds have their blind spots. He found hers.”

“I find it difficult to believe Nivera is so easily fooled,” the older man said carefully. “Your daughter was never the naive type.”

Matthew’s gaze turned hard. “No, she isn’t. That’s what makes him dangerous. He knew how to get under her skin. She’s alohe in that house, isolated, vulnerable. He’s turned her against her own family. She’s not hersell.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “Sounds like excuses. She’s stubborn, not stupid, if she’s with him, it’s because she wants to be. You can’t blame me for being pissed

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Chapter 92

You’re entitled to be angry Matthew cul in, voice low and cold, “hut year’re not entitled to question the value of my word.

That shut Damon up for a moment, anyway, for he looked like he wasn’t done speaking

Matthew turned back to face them, holding the glass delicately between two fingers. “The situation has changed, yes. But the agreement sta daughter will marry your son as soon as the two years are up.”

Then get her away from him,” Damon snapped, leaning forward now, his calm facade cracking. “I’ve waited for years. She was finally supposed to be mine at the end of two years. Now she’s playing house with that bastard–with a man who has more blood on his hands than most crime syndicates

“Don’t let jealousy cloud your judgement,” Matthew waned.

“Alejandro Garcia may be dangerous, but he’s also calculated. You, Damon, are emotional. You need to learn the difference if you ever want to wig her

over

“He’s not better than me.”

“No,” Matthew said simply, “but h

the’s louder. Flashier. More ruthless. You’ll need more than entitlement to win her now?

Damon’s nostrils flared. “I don’t care how ruthless he is. She’s mine. Always has been, I’ve had my eye on her since she was young. Everyone knew she was going to marry into this family eventually”

The older man sighed, but he said nothing.

“Then start acting like someone she’d choose,” Matthew said with mild disdain. “You think this is about waiting your turn? No. This is about proving yourself better than him,”

Damon leaned back again, jaw ticking. “You said it yourself this was arranged long before she ever met him. I shouldn’t have to fight for what’s owed to

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