The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

The house was once quiet again as there was no one else in the

Marceline’s footsteps had long since faded, yet her words still pressed on Alejandro like weights strapped to his chest.

He remained at the dining table for longer than he realized, staring at the polished wood of the dining table.

You are not your father.

The words clung and clawed at him. They however had no right to.

Tired of staying downstairs, he turned and headed for the stairs, his stride sharp.

By the time he reached his bedroom, his jaw ached from being clenched too tightly.

He yanked his tie free, tossed it aside, then unbuttoned his shirt roughly. His chest rose and fell heavily, as if he’d just finished a fight.

In some ways, he had.

Alejandro stripped off the rest of his clothes and strode into the bathroom.

The steam immediately filled the bathroom making the mirrors of the glass doors blurred and the tiled walls closed in.

The water was hot enough to burn, hot enough to sear his skin red and that was what he wanted.

A pain sharp enough to drown everything else out. That had always been his go–to–method whenever he was in pain. H that wasn’t physical.

He would purposely suffer cause himself pain physically to get his mind off the mental one.

But this time, it didn’t.

He placed both of his hands against the cold marble wall, his head bowed, and his eyes shut tight.

“You are not your father, Alejandro.”

He clenched his jaw, as if grinding his teeth could grind down the memory of his mother’s voice.

His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, the droplets cascading down his back and they burned.

She didn’t understand. She thought she knew, but she didn’t. Nobody did.

Nobody but him had lived with that shadow–the shadow of a man who’d destroyed everything he touched. A man whose blood ran in his veins.

What he had let on to his mother was fat lesser than than what he had gone through in the hands of his father.

And as he thought about his father, his mind decides to take him on a trip down memory lane.

“You’re my son, Alejandro, the one I love the most and I’ll tell you that love is a beautiful thing. Just like I love you and your mother.”

His lips curved into a bitter, humorless smirk as he remembered his father smiling at him as if he meant him all the good in the world.

He let out a bitter laugh that was swallowed by the steam.

Afraid? He wasn’t afraid. He didn’t fear anything. He’d built his life on control, on never letting anyone close enough to wound him. Fear was weakness

And yet-

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Chapter 145

“You’re madly in love with her, aren’t you?”

The words echoed louder than the water pounding against his skin.

He growled low in his throat, shoving himself upright and running a wet hand through his hair as though that could shake the voice any

Love? No. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t.

Love was weakness. Love was what made his mother cry into her pillow when she thought no one was watching,

Love was what turned his father into a tyrant when the woman he wanted to cage slipped through his fingers.

Love was what made his father do those sick and twisted things to him.

Alejandro tilted his head back, letting the water strike his face until his skin flushed red.

If he loved Nivera–if he even let himself consider it–what then? He would cage her too. Break her, the way his father had broken his mother. Crush her spirit until there was nothing left but obedience?

The thought made his stomach twist. He could almost see her face in his mind–those defiant eyes, that sharp tongue, the way she had stood her ground tonight and thrown his words back at him with fire in her voice.

“No,” he muttered aloud, the word swallowed by steam. “Not love. Never love.”

It was pride. That was all. She had disrespected him, embarrassed him, undermined him. His anger was justified. His fury was about reputation, about control, about the order he needed in his world.

That was the truth. That was the reason he had brought her into his house in the first place.

“Imagine a world without her in it. Are you happy in it, or does it make you annoyed?”

Alejandro’s eyes snapped open. His breath hitched in his throat before he cursed under it. He loved his mother but damn, she really didn’t have to say those things to him.

As annoyed as he was, he tried to picture it; a world without Nivera. A world where he didn’t have to come home to her, where he didn’t have to argue with her, didn’t have to feel that pull in his chest every time she lifted her chin and refused to bow to him.

It should have been a relief.

But the image wouldn’t form. The mansion felt empty in the picture, hollow. The dining table stretched long and cold, the hallways echoing, the nights quieter than he could bear.

Why had that become a problem when that was how he lived his life before she came in?

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And in his mind’s eye, he saw himself sitting alone, a glass of whiskey in hand, and the silence swallowing him whole.

For a split second–just one–something twisted in his chest. Loneliness. The kind that clawed deep.

Alejandro let out a harsh laugh and shoved off the wall, running both hands over his face as if he could scrub the thought away.

Pathetic.

He was fucking pathetic

And yet—Nivera’s face kept flickering before him, the way she had looked at him at dinner.

That sweet smile she had given Marceline while she threw daggers at him with her eyes. The tremor of anger in her voice when she told him he didn’t..

own her.

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Chapter 145

She was infuriating but he actually liked that he was

He stammed one hand paint the marble, the sound sharp and paving any that the

This was what his mother didn’t understand. This wat why he couldn’t give in

Because if he admitted even a sliver of what she said was true, then it would be at vera’s and his detriment

He wasn’t ready to be a slave to such a feeling

That was it, his resolved hardened and there was nothing not even the fact that his mother’s wardy hapt dehoing in his heat

“You keep running, you keep pushing her away, one day she will leave you. And when she does, you will be the one t

No. He wouldn’t suffer. He didn’t need her. He didn’t need anyone.

And yet, even as he told himself that, he remembered Nivera in the emerald dress, her eyes catching the light as she spent ever had caught the attention of not only everyone at the party but the Internet as well.

He had wanted to freeze that moment, trap it, keep it only for himself.

He slammed the faucet off so hard he was surprised he didn’t burst the pipes.

He then stepped out with water dripping down his body. He grabbed a towel, dried himself briskly, and stepped back into the bedroom

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