Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 485

On a night like any other, Simon returned to the quiet serenity of the Martin family estate. His villa, nestled among the others, stood dark against the starry sky.

With a squad of loyal aides trailing behind him, Simon entered the residence that he called home. But instead of heading upstairs, he loosened his tie and sank into the plush couch in the living room.

Seeing their boss settle down, one of the servant scurried off to fetch him a drink, while another ascended the staircase.

As a glass of tequila was handed to Simon, a woman's wail echoed from the upper floor. Without so much as a blink, Simon merely sipped his drink, his expression unreadable.

Moments later, Helena was dragged down the stairs, her captor's grip tight on her hair. Her cries had shifted from desperate sobs to venomous curses that grated on the ears.

"You bastards! Who the hell do you think you are to treat me like this? Sons of bitches! Scum-

It wasn't until she was thrown at Simon's feet that her escort stopped. Helena propped herself up, her pale face marked by bloodshot eyes that glared at Simon's stoic face. "Simon, what the hell do you want?"

Finally acknowledging her, Simon set down his glass and leaned forward slightly. "I just want to know what you've done."

At his words, Helena shuddered slightly, then let out a bitter laugh. "What have I done? Got under your skin, did I? You, who have pulled so much crap over the years, have the nerve to ask me what I have done?"

Despite her provocations, Simon remained still, his gaze cool and detached. "I'm giving you a chance to come clean. If you don't spill it now, you might never speak again."

across Helena's face, mingling with her anger and despair in the span of a minute a minute that felt like half a lifetime as she sifted through the reasons that could have enraged Simon to this

married to the man, and it took less than six months

nature, his deep schemes, and his ruthless tactics all too well. Even in his cruelty, he had never laid a hand on her, partly out of respect for their marriage, and partly because her family had once bolstered the Martin

she saw a murderous intent in his calm demeanor

else could have provoked

escaped Helena. "I hear you despise Leandro Reynold's wife so much that you had someone take care of

narrowed at

to war with the Reynolds family just to see her dead. You must really hate her," Helena sneered. "But here you are, taking it out on me. So, is

gripped Helena's chin between his thumb and forefinger.

on Seraphina, and therefore, she knew of her true identity. The mix-up from the past was now clear; there was no question

the one who switched the paternity test results! I made you believe Seraphina was another man's child! But what does it matter if she's yours? You think Adelina loved you? If she did, she wouldn't have abandoned Andrea, that bastard child, and run off to another city! If she loved you, she wouldn't have given birth to your child and left her for another man to raise! She loves you? She despised you to her core, wanted nothing to do with you! You've pined for her for years, and she? She couldn't bear the sight of you even in death! Her early demise

After cleaning his

began to drag

you doing? What are you doing?" Helena's struggling turned frantic. "You can't do this to me! Simon! You can't treat me like

remained alone in the quiet room for

top, he paused in front of a bedroom door that was always locked, just as it had been for years. He placed

by time. On the wall by the bed was a photograph

was the bedroom Simon had prepared for Adelina, a space

to the photograph and tenderly touched the image of her face. She was his, utterly

days later, Seraphina was