The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199

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The room was quiet again, save for the low hum of machines and the rhythmic drip of the IV. Nivera lay propped up against a cluster of pillows, her gaze lingering on the closed door.

The echo of her brother’s voice–sharp and protective–still rang faintly in her mind, but what lingered most was the weight of exhaustion pressing on her chest.

Then, softly, the door opened again, and Alejandro stepped in.

He looked different now–calmer on the surface, though something stormy burned beneath his eyes. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms still taut from barely contained tension.

For a moment, he just stood there, taking her in as if to reassure himself she was really still here, breathing.

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering a moment too long.

“Your family caused quite the chaos tonight, Cabezota,” he murmured, voice low, tired but soft. “Your brother nearly broke my jaw, your mother looked ready to strangle me… and yet, I can’t even blame them.”

Her lips twitched faintly–a sleepy, pained smile. “You probably deserved it.”

He chuckled under his breath, the sound rough from exhaustion. “Maybe I did.”

She shifted slightly, her hand brushing against his. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For being here. For not… leaving.”

“Where else would I go?” he said, almost to himself.

She smiled faintly, eyes still closed. “Your family is probably still dealing with the chaos, but you stayed here by my side.”

Alejandro swallowed hard. There was something in her voice that cracked through the layers of steel he’d built around himself. He didn’t know how to tell her that the reason he stayed was because if he lost her, he’d lose what little humanity he had left.

Instead, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, Nivera. You need to rest.”

After a while, she murmured, “You should rest too. You look exhausted.”

Alejandro smiled faintly. “I’ll rest when you’re safe.”

“You can’t keep doing that,” she said softly. “You can’t stop living every time something happens to me.”

He had that terrible habit of overworking himself whenever something dangerous happened to her.

His eyes darkened, but he didn’t reply. He simply set the container aside and leaned closer, his hand brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

“I almost lost you today, Nivera,” he whispered. “You don’t get to tell me how to breathe after that.”

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Her lips parted, but no words came. The raw emotion in his tone left her silent. Her fingers tightened weakly around his hand. “Stay until I fall asleep?”

He smiled faintly, his thumb brushing circles against her knuckles. “Always.”

It didn’t take long. The medication they’d given her began to take effect, her breathing slowing until her chest. rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Only then did he allow himself to move, gently untangling his fingers from hers.

He sat there for a moment longer, watching her sleep–fragile, peaceful, unaware of the monsters still circling her life.

When he was sure she was asleep, Alejandro stood. He brushed his lips gently against her forehead, lingering for a moment.

“Rest, Cabezota,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Then his expression shifted. The softness in his eyes drained away, replaced by the cold calculation of a man who lived in blood and shadow.

He stood, straightened his cuffs, and quietly left the room.

The hallway outside her room was colder–quieter. Two guards stood outside the hospital suite door. They straightened immediately when he appeared. Their faces were drawn tight–they knew what was coming.

Alejandro’s gaze raked over them, sharp and lethal. “You two were assigned to this floor.”

“Yes, sir,” one of them stammered. “No one came through. We—”

Before the guard could finish, Alejandro stepped forward, his hand shooting out to grab the man by his tie. He yanked him close, slamming him against the wall with brutal precision.

“You had one job. One. To protect her.” His grip tightened. “If anything like this happens again, I will personally make sure you never stand again. Do you understand me?”

The man’s face drained of color. “Y–Yes, sir.”

“You have one job. One. To protect her.” His grip tightened. “If anything happens again, I will personally make sure you never stand again. Do you understand me?”

The man’s face drained of color. “Y–Yes, sir.”

The second guard tried to speak, but one sharp glare from Alejandro silenced him instantly.

He turned sharply and stalked down the hall, his footsteps echoing through the sterile corridor.

The drive to the warehouse–the one Martin used as a base for his operations–was silent. Alejandro’s hands gripped the steering wheel tight, the muscle in his jaw ticking.

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He’d already shed the image of the devoted lover. By the time he arrived, he looked every inch the man the underworld whispered about–the ghost in a tailored suit, the one who didn’t forgive, the one whose name made men disappear.

When he entered the underground facility, the air was thick with tension. Martin and three of his men stood near the center, their clothes splattered with dirt and blood.

A single man was tied to a chair in the middle of the room–bruised, bleeding, and still breathing only because Alejandro hadn’t arrived yet.

The moment they saw him, silence fell.

Martin straightened. “We caught one of them alive.”

Alejandro’s gaze flickered to the man bound to the chair. He didn’t blink. “Good.”

He walked toward the prisoner slowly, removing his watch and setting it neatly on the nearby table. “How long has he been here?”

“A few hours. He was wounded, and we had to get the doctor to keep him alive,” Martin said. “He’s stubborn. Won’t say who hired him.”

Alejandro rolled his sleeves up, revealing the veins that flexed under his skin. His voice was calm, almost eerily so. “Then let’s make him more talkative.”

He reached for the knife Martin had laid out on the table. The blade gleamed under the single hanging bulb.

He crouched before the man, the edge of the knife pressed just under his chin. “You shot at my woman,” he said quietly. “That was your first mistake.”

Blood dripped from the man’s nose, his breathing ragged.“I–I don’t know who paid us. Just a call. We got half upfront.”

Alejandro tilted his head. “By whom?”

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