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> He saw her once—and that was enough.

Elena Rivers was just a waitress at a high-end gala she didn’t belong to, filling in for someone else's shift. She didn’t know her spilled glass of champagne would be the moment Damien Vale—billionaire, recluse, and dangerously obsessive—noticed her.

He never spoke to her. Not then. But he watched.

And when he wanted her closer, he made it happen.

Now, Elena is working directly under him, unaware that the life she thinks she controls is already entangled in the hands of a man who doesn't just want her—he needs her.

He’s patient. He’s powerful. And he’s been planning this from the moment she walked into his view.

OBSESSION IN SILENCE

Christopher Vale

The alley behind his building was supposed to be a shortcut. Familiar, safe.

But the moment the heavy metal door slammed shut behind him, Christopher knew something was wrong.

It came from the shadows—gloved, brutal, and fast.

The first punch snapped his head sideways.

The second made him drop to one knee.

By the third, blood was in his mouth.

He tried to defend himself, but Damien moved like a ghost—methodical, silent, and filled with rage that had waited months for this moment.

Christopher struck back once—managed to land a blow to Damien's jaw—but it only made the monster grin.

"You thought I wouldn't come for you?" Damien growled as he grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"She smiles at you, and you think you've earned her? She kissed you, and now you believe you're her savior?"

He threw another punch, right to the ribs. The crack echoed.

"You touched something that belongs to me. And I don't share."

Christopher spit blood, but his voice stayed calm. "She's not yours. Not anymore."

Then he leaned in, whispering, "She will never be yours. You're just her escape fantasy. I am her truth."

Broken. Bruised. Barely breathing.

She found him slumped by the back entrance—barely conscious, blood soaking his shirt. When he mumbled Damien's name, her knees gave out.

Her world spun. Rage, guilt, fear—loss.

And as she held Christopher's bruised body in her arms, something inside her cracked.

What He Breaks