All Chapters of The Don's Dirty Obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The water was dark, cold, and disorienting, a black void that swallowed sound and light and hope. Cedric kicked desperately toward what he prayed was the shore, Lily’s small hand clutched tightly in his, her grip the only thing anchoring him to reality. The saltwater burned his eyes and stung the cuts on his skin, but he kept moving, lungs screaming for air, legs heavy with exhaustion and fear. Gianni was close behind, his strong strokes cutting through the current, pushing them forward when the waves tried to pull them back under. The dog paddled ahead, a dark shape in the murk, its instincts driving it toward land even as the cold numbed its limbs.They broke the surface gasping, the night air hitting their wet faces like a slap. The rocky beach was jagged and unforgiving, stones cutting into their hands and knees as they crawled out of the water. Cedric collapsed for a moment, coughing up seawater, his chest heaving. Lily lay beside him, shivering violently, her small body curled i

“Wait.”Cedric’s voice was raw, barely more than a rasp, but it cut through the sterile hum of the laboratory like a blade. The guards holding him paused, their grips tightening on his arms. Marcus turned slowly, eyebrows raised in mild surprise, the white doctor’s coat making him look like a parody of a healer.“You’ll cooperate?” Marcus asked, his tone clinical, almost curious.Cedric nodded, his throat tight, eyes locked on Lily behind the glass window. She was crying silently, small fists pressed against the barrier, her ancient eyes wide with terror. “Fully. No resistance. Just leave her alone.”Marcus considered this for a long moment, his gaze shifting between Cedric and Lily. Then he nodded once. “Acceptable.”The guards released Cedric. He didn’t fight as they led him to the metal table in the center of the room. The surface was cold against his back as they strapped him down, thick leather restraints across his chest, arms, and legs, biting into his skin. Needles were insert

The medical bay was small and warm, a stark contrast to the cold steel corridors of the ship. Soft lighting glowed from recessed panels in the ceiling, casting a gentle amber hue over the room. Machines hummed quietly around Elena’s bed, monitoring her failing body with steady beeps and glowing graphs. Tubes snaked across her frail form, delivering fluids and medication that kept her alive for these final hours. The air smelled of antiseptic and something sweeter, the faint floral scent of the IV drip trying to mask the underlying rot of a body giving up.Cedric sat beside her bed, holding her hand gently, his thumb tracing small circles on her cold skin. Gianni stood in the corner, arms crossed over his chest, watching with dark, unreadable eyes. Lily was asleep in a chair nearby, curled up under a blanket, the dog resting at her feet. The exhaustion of the past days had finally claimed her, her small chest rising and falling in shallow, peaceful breaths.Elena’s voice was weak but s

The farm in Patagonia was at the southern tip of South America, a remote stretch of land where the wind howled across endless plains and the sky stretched forever, unbroken by city lights or concrete. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the scent of wild grass, distant rain, and the faint, earthy musk of animals. No extradition treaties reached this far south, and the nearest town was a two-hour drive over dirt roads that turned to mud when the rains came. Gianni had bought the property years ago as a contingency, a bolt-hole for when the empire finally crumbled. Now it was home, a simple whitewashed house with a red tin roof, a barn for the animals, and a small cottage where Elena lived, her health slowly mending under the wide-open sky.Cedric worked with the local animals every day. He tended to sheep with flystrike, horses with split hooves from the rocky terrain, and the occasional injured puma brought in by ranchers who had found it caught in a fence. His hands, once raw from

The farm in Patagonia was nothing but ruins now. Charred beams jutted from the ground like blackened bones, the whitewashed walls reduced to crumbling piles of soot and ash. The smell of smoke and loss hung heavy in the air, thick enough to taste on the back of the tongue, a bitter, acrid reminder of everything they had tried to build and everything that had been taken from them. The wind howled across the endless plains, carrying flakes of ash that danced like dark snow, settling on Cedric’s shoulders as he stood in what used to be the front yard. The house where they had cooked meals together, where Lily had laughed for the first time in years, where Gianni had held him in the quiet nights, all of it was gone. Burned to the ground in a fire that had left nothing but ghosts and questions.Gianni searched the debris methodically, kicking through piles of blackened wood and twisted metal, his face set in a grim mask. He found nothing useful, no bodies, no clues, just the hollow remnant