Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

She straightened her dress, lifted her chin, and went back to Carol as if nothing had happened because she knew this wasn’t about Luca.“Carol, you need to have some rest, Let’s get inside,” Luca interrupted their moment unapologetically.“Ouch!” Carol gasped as she rose to her feet to join Luca.“Oh, sorry!” Luca muttered, holding her slightly by her waist.Veronica walked off hastily and aimed straight for her room, shutting the door of her room and leaned against it, her chest rising and falling as if she had run a race. She pressed her palms flat against the wood, staring into the stillness of her space. She heaved and almost barked a curse at the top of her voice whilst she sucked in the pain that Luca intentionally inflicted on her by making her feel very invisible and unwelcomed.She couldn’t fathom how Carol had managed to draw every eye and every ounce of attention including Luca’s. She never was bothered about his cold shoulder and non-chalance towards her but with this he

I walked into the living room that morning with nothing on my mind except pouring myself a glass of whiskey and taking up a glass of juice for Carol but the sight that greeted me left me looking like I had seen something my eyes weren’t meant to see.The dining table was fully set with plates, silver cutlery and napkins folded like it was some fancy hotel. In the middle sat a tall glass of pineapple juice that looked too perfectly placed to be random. I thought Clara had gone overboard again, but something about it felt different. I stepped closer to take a proper look at the whole set up because I had known Clara to be someone who wasn’t a fan for extra flair. She kept things neat but not showy like this and certainly not with the look of someone trying too hard to impress anyone. She had always been just herself, even in her dealings.I wanted to call her name and probe to know if all was fine but before I could even call out, I heard a voice drifting from the kitchen. It was soft

Luca leaned back on the bed, his phone still in his hand, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “You know what? I’m not coming back up,” he said in that casual, playful tone of his. “If you want a drink so bad, you’ll come down and get it yourself.”I sat up straight, my mouth dropping open. “What? Are you serious right now?”He chuckled, already slipping off the edge of the bed. “Dead serious. Let’s see how badly you really want that drink.” I grabbed one of my pillows and tossed it at him. “You’re impossible!”The pillow hit his back as he walked to the door, and he turned back to me with a smirk, clicking his tongue. “Tantrums won’t save you, princess. If you want it, come get it.”I crossed my arms and glared, though inside I was already laughing. “Fine. Don’t think I won’t chase you!”“You won’t,” he teased, then disappeared out the door before I could throw another pillow.I groaned dramatically and jumped off the bed, pacing around like a child denied candy. “Unbelievable!” I mutte

“All is well in the kitchen,” Clara returned and joined them at the table.It was such a lovely moment as the atmosphere seemed to come alive with light chatter, the clinking of cutlery against plates. But when Antonio’s name slipped into the conversation, Veronica’s head snapped up so suddenly it caught everyone’s attention. Her fork paused halfway to her mouth, her eyes sharp and searching. “When is he coming back?” She asked, her voice quick and almost too eager.The question seemed to hang there, heavy enough to dull the laughter that had just filled the space. All eyes went to Luca, who had been lazily leaning back in his chair, eating without much interest.He didn’t hesitate, he lifted his shoulders and dropped them again in a careless shrug. “I don’t care to know,” he replied flatly, pushing a piece of food around his plate with the edge of his fork.The room stilled instantly, and for a very short while, the statement simmered into the atmosphere, causing a tense moment for

“Careful,” I muttered softly as I lent a hand to help Luca up from the ground. I kept my arm wrapped tightly around Luca as we climbed the stairs together. His weight pressed into me like never before, even though I didn’t complain. He was trying so hard to look strong, but I could feel how weak his body was. His steps were uneven, and every time he paused to catch his breath, I held tighter, whispering, “You’re almost there. Just a little more.”When we finally reached his room, I pushed the door open and guided him to the bed. He sank down onto the mattress like a man who had just run a marathon. His skin was still pale, but there was a redness to his cheeks that worried me. His body felt warmer than it should, and I instantly thought he was burning up with fever.“Lie back,” I said softly, helping him ease down against the pillows. He gave me a small smile, weak but grateful, before closing his eyes. At that moment, I thought he would drift off right away, but his breathing was