All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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My Sanctuary

The dawn didn't break so much as it bled into the room. I had been awake for hours. My eyes were sore, the skin around them tight and dry from the last night’s tears, but the rest of me felt hollow. I slid out of the bed at 5:00 AM. I didn't check the hallway to see if August had returned. I dressed in a pair of old, oil-stained jeans and a black turtleneck, pulled my hair into a messy, utilitarian knot, and grabbed my tote bag.By the time the sun was high enough to cast shadows, I was already at the Ashford Gallery. I didn't go to my office. I went straight to the studio space in the back, a room with soaring ceilings and a single, massive skylight. I dragged a fresh, six-foot canvas onto the easel. I dipped a wide palette knife into a glob of titanium white and slate grey and attacked the fabric.I painted the Ferris wheel. But it wasn't the glowing, romantic icon from the park. It was a circle of silver thorns trapped behind a layer of fractured glass. I worked till my hea

At Your Mercy

After the meeting, August sat in the far corner of the backseat of his car. He hadn't spoken a single word since they left the gallery. Rossy, sitting a few inches away, felt the tension. She clutched her tablet to her chest. She couldn't stop thinking about the woman at the gallery. Spring. That girl with the paint-stained hands. Rossy had seen the way August looked at her—the way his jaw had clenched, the way his composure had frayed at the edges.She couldn't let that continue. Rossy had worked too hard to get this close. She had manipulated her way into this position, using the hotel encounter and her emergency last night to tether herself to the most powerful man in the city. August Harrington was her golden ladder. He was her ticket out of the mundane, a way to finally step into the high social circles she had only ever watched from the sidelines.She took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to the small, dark mole near her lips. A detail she’d spent twenty minutes highlighti

A Beautiful Hazy Dream

The morning light arrived like a soft, golden invitation today. I woke up with the lingering warmth of August’s body. I watched him as he dressed. When he caught me staring, he walked over to the bed, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to my forehead that traveled down to my lips."I’ll drop you off at the gallery today," he murmured against my mouth."You don't have a meeting?" I whispered, my fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw."Nothing that can't wait thirty minutes for my wife," he replied.The drive to the Ashford Gallery was unlike any other. Usually, we sat in a cavernous silence, separated by an ocean of resentment. Today, his hand remained firmly over mine.By the time the car pulled up in front of the gallery, my heart was light. I felt loved. And most importantly, I felt a sudden, sharp clarity about what I wanted."I'll be back to pick you up at five," August said. He pulled me in for one last kiss. A deep, grounding thing that left me breathless. "Think about w

The House Knows

The planning for May 12th had become my entire world. I was sitting in the morning room, surrounded by sketches of floral arrangements, when the front doors groaned open. Tricey and Shaila swept into the room like a cold front."I see you’ve turned the morning room into a craft fair," Shaila said, her eyes raking over my plans with a sneer. "August told us you’d quit that little gallery hobby, but I didn't realize you’d decided to become a full-time housewife.""It’s not a hobby, Shaila," I said, keeping my voice level. "It’s our anniversary. I want it to be special."Tricey looked at me. "Special," she repeated. "May 12th. I suppose August thought that was a poetic date to give you."I felt a prickle of unease. "He didn't give it to me, Mom. It’s our wedding date. I just... I couldn't remember it after the accident.""Mom? Hah, don't call me mom." Tricey's eyes mocked in disgust. Shaila let out a sharp laugh. She picked up a sample of the gold-leafed invitations. "Oh, Mot

A Game o Push and Pull

The house had stopped feeling like a home again! August stopped coming to my room. For God sake, I don't know why? The flowers were the worst part. Every day, a new vase of blood-red roses appeared in the center of the breakfast table. And then there was the piano. Every single night at 3:00 AM, that same weeping melody drifted up through the floorboards. When I would go down to check, the room would be empty, the keys still shivering.I spent the morning of the eighth day doing something I had never dared to do. Cause I was feeling bored. I went to the East side of the house.At the very end of the hall, I found a door of a room. I felt curious. What could be inside...It wasn't like the other doors in the house. A silver key still dangled from the lock.Click.The door swung open. I stepped inside.The bed was draped in soft pink bedsheet. Perfectly clean. I walked to the vanity. I picked up a perfume from the stand and spritzed a tiny bit into the air. The scent was agg

Apologies

"I will never forgive myself for that," he murmured, his eyes shining with what looked like genuine remorse. "I was scared. Please, don't let one moment of madness destroy a year of happiness."He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine. I wanted to stay angry, to scream at him for the lies and the hidden room. But I loved him. My heart was a traitor, melting under the heat of his touch. Within the hour, my anger had dissolved into a desperate need to be held, to be told that I was still his, and he was still mine."Take me upstairs, August," I whispered. "I don't want to be in this room anymore."He scooped me up into his arms, carrying me effortlessly up the grand staircase. When we reached my bedroom, the air was already thick with a different kind of tension.He set me down on the edge of the bed, but he didn't pull away. He stood between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my skirt."You’re so beautiful when you’re angry at me," he rasped

Three More Days

Harrington Office:August Harrington stood by the windows, his hands clasped behind him. The door clicked open. Fanel entered carrying a file."Any news about the accident?" August asked without turning. His voice betrayed the nights he hadn’t slept.Fanel stopped at the edge of the desk, hesitating. "Boss, the lab results finally came back from the secondary site. I have the forensic breakdown here."August turned then. He crossed the room in three long strides and snatched the file. His eyes scanned the technical jargon, the graphs, and the DNA result until they landed on the summary at the bottom."The remains," Fanel started, his voice cautious. "The lab test said the biological material found in that car... it doesn’t match Ms. Rose’s DNA. Not even a partial match, sir. Our investigator, Mr. Yellow, has been over the crash site three times now."August’s breath hitched. He perked up, his entire posture changing from a slouch of despair to an intensity. "What did the inves

May 12th

I woke up with a smile already forming on my lips, my heart fluttering with a light airy joy. Today was May 12th. I turned to the other side of the bed, expecting to find August still asleep.But the sheets were cold. The space was empty.I sat up, a brief flutter of confusion gripping my chest before the door of the walk-in closet opened. August stepped out. He was already fully dressed, adjusting his silver cufflinks. He didn’t look at me. His eyes were fixed firmly on the wall, his jaw tight, his mind entirely somewhere else."August?" I called out with a sleepy voice.He paused. "You’re awake.""Why are you dressed?" I asked, pushing the duvet aside and walking over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my cheek against the broad expanse of his back. "I told you to stay at home the whole day. We agreed, remember? It’s our anniversary."He stiffened. He didn't turn around to pull me into his arms. He didn't lean into my touch. Instead, his larg

The Search for Winter

Northern Coastal City: August's POV-The rain in the northern coastal city of Blackwood didn’t fall; it spat. It was a sideways, freezing drizzle that coated the windows of the black SUV in a layer of grime.August didn't care about the cold and he certainly didn't care what day it was back at the manor."Tell me everything, Yellow. From the beginning," he ordered in a dangerous rasp that cut through the sound of the windshield wipers. "Do not skip a single breath."Mr. Yellow, his lead investigator sat in the passenger seat, twisting a damp fedora in his hands. He was a man who traded in shadows, but right now under the harsh yellow glow of the street lamps passing by he looked genuinely terrified of August."Mr. Harrington, it's a very thin lead," Yellow started in his cautious voice."I didn't ask for a report on your confidence, Yellow," August snapped leaning forward, "I asked you to speak. You said she’s alive right? And has amnesia. Back it up, right now, or I will throw y

Smuggler's Cove

By the time August and his men reached the harbor district the mud had soaked completely."Slip forty-two," Yellow shouted over the howling wind. Shining an industrial flashlight through the windshield of the SUV as they crawled along the docks. "Declan said Tommy works the late-night sorting shift right around the dock.""Stop the car," August ordered the driver. The vehicle barely rolled to a halt before he threw his door open.The docks were full of shipping containers and splintered wooden crates. August marched forward into the darkness looking everywhere. His two security guards falling into step right behind him.Up ahead, under the glow of a sodium lamp, a small group of men were tossing fish into ice bins."Hey!" August yelled, his voice tearing through the storm.The men stopped. One of them, a burly man with grey beard grabbed a iron gaffing hook and stepped forward. "You're lost, suit. The financial district is ten miles south.""I’m looking for a boy named Tommy,"

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