All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE~ HARDIN’S POV I pace our bedroom relentlessly, every muscle still tight from the gym. Sweat glistens across my skin, but the workout has done nothing to quiet my mind. If anything, it has made everything louder. I call Amelia again with no answer and then I try once more only to be met with nothing but silence. My jaw clenches so hard it aches. With a burst of frustration, I hurl my glass of liquor against the wall. It explodes on impact, shards scattering across the floor, amber liquid dripping down the paint. Just last night she was here in this room and in my bed wrapped in my arms, but now that she is gone the emptiness of the room feels unbearable. I drag a hand through my damp hair and force myself to think. Maybe I should go to her place, but she would hate that right now because she would only see it as control and pressure, or another way of me refusing to give her the space she needs. Then what the hell am I supposed

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE~ AMELIA’S POV I was already asleep when I felt Cassie tapping my shoulder gently. “Amelia…” Before I even opened my eyes, the smell reached me first. I blinked awake to find her sitting beside me on the bed, a pizza box balanced on her lap. “Sit up,” she said. “I made you orange juice too.” I pushed myself upright slowly, my body still heavy and weak. On the bedside table sat a glass of fresh juice, beads of condensation running down the side. I took the box from her, opened it, and stared at the slices for a second before picking one up. I ate slowly. Small bites. The spice helped a little. It distracted my stomach enough for me to keep chewing. “Why aren’t you eating?” I asked between bites. “Mine’s downstairs.” “Go ahead. I’m okay.” She studied me for another moment, clearly unconvinced, then nodded and stood. The second she reached the door, nausea slammed into me. I shoved the pizza box aside and rushed for

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE~ AMELIA’S POV I move slowly toward the bed and sit before my legs give out beneath me. The room tilts for a second, my heart pounding so hard and fast that I press a hand to my chest, trying to calm it. Hardin’s words replay in fragments. ‘I was drugged.’ ‘The promise I made to you… I never broke it.’ ‘I’ll show you how I treat people I don’t give a fuck about.´ I shut my eyes. Then memories begin connecting themselves like broken glass finding shape. I think back to the sudden news about his father’s accident and how Valentina refused to go with him, remembering the strange tension in the house when he returned with Ivy and the cold energy between everyone that I somehow ignored. I stare at the floor. “That family is insane,” I whisper to myself. “How do you drug your own son just to push another woman on him?” The more I say it aloud, the more real it sounds. The more horrifying it becomes. I barely hear Cassie

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN~ HARDIN’S POV “Never lay a hand on any of my workers again.” My voice comes out low, but the warning in it is enough to make the dancer tremble harder. I signal Andrew with my cigarette. “Take her out.” “Yes, Boss.” The girl rushes out so fast she almost trips over her heels. Andrew follows behind her, shutting the door quietly. The silence that follows feels heavy. I lean back in my chair, smoke curling slowly from my lips while Ivy stands there like she already belongs in my space. “What are you doing here?” I ask flatly. “And what’s with the ‘my man’ thing? Don’t overdo this.” She exhales softly and takes the seat across from my desk like she is trying to settle into a role. “Your father is arriving today,” she says. “I thought we should spend some time together and get used to each other before the wedding preparations begin.” For a second, I just stare at her. Then a small laugh leaves me. “Wedding preparations

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE~ HARDIN’S POV Father finally looks up at me. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not happy to see me?” I turn fully toward him. “Because I doubt you’re here for a good cause.” One of the men behind him shifts slightly, but Father remains relaxed in my chair like he owns the air in the room. “Making sure your wedding happens in two weeks while I’m here isn’t a good cause?” I stare at him. “Two weeks?” I let out a humorless laugh. “My wife hasn’t divorced me yet, and we both know annulment takes time.” Father laughs softly. “Since when did we start abiding by rules?” His eyes harden. “You can make it happen in days if you want to. The truth is, you don’t want to.” Silence stretches. “But I wasn’t giving you an option,” he continues calmly. “You will contact our lawyers and file for divorce immediately.” “I won’t.” The words leave my mouth without hesitation. “As long as my wife hasn’t filed for it herself, I won’t.”