The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession - Chapter 93: Chapter 93

“Are you telling me that the great Matthew Elton can't control his daughter?” Tobias hissed in annoyance.
“I can, but it'd involve using force, and I'd rather we not resort to that until we absolutely have to,” Matthew responded as his eyes moved to the corner of his office.
Tobias’s jaw ticked as he followed Matthew's line of sight. “She needs to be reminded who she really is.”
“Exactly,” Matthew agreed, pointing his glass slightly in Tobias’ direction. “She needs clarity. She needs to see what kind of future she’s really building with him. Because I assure you, it won’t end with a white dress and a family name.”
The older man cleared his throat. “So, what’s your plan?”
Matthew set the glass down, leaning forward now. The tension in the room shifted, focusing solely on him.
“We get her alone.”
The silence that followed was sharp.
“No Alejandro. No guards. No locked estates or watchful eyes. Just her. Away from his influence. That’s when you make your move.”
Damon raised a brow. “What kind of move are we talking about?”
“I don’t care if you talk her down, reason with her, seduce her, or put a ring on her finger and take her to the altar,” Matthew said. “But she needs to remember who she was before he came along.”
“Hmm.” Damon's eyes gleamed with something dark—possessive. "I’ve waited long enough. Just get her away from him, and I’ll handle the rest."
Matthew gave a single nod. "We will. But not with noise. Not with drama. She’s clever, and he’s worse. We can’t afford a mistake."
He moved back behind his desk, placing the empty glass down.
“But bear in mind that it's not going to be easy. My daughter is not simple. If she were, she’d already be yours.”
Damon’s arrogance flickered again. “She’s always liked me. We have history.”
“You have history. Alejandro has her attention. And that makes him more dangerous than any gun or threat.”
The older man folded his hands. “What do you propose? How do we get her alone? Kidnapping?”
Matthew shook his head. “No. Nothing so… dramatic. Not yet. It has to feel natural. Familiar like a reunion or a coincidence. Something soft. Something that doesn’t raise alarms.”
“I can make it happen,” Damon said confidently.
“Good. Then do it.”
“And you believe we can get her away from him?” Tobias squinted his eyes.
Matthew’s eyes were cold. “Alejandro can’t watch her every second. He’s too arrogant for that. He’ll slip.”
Damon’s smile returned—slow, smug, full of quiet anticipation.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he stated. “Let’s bring her home.”
"Start preparing. Have your people ready. When the time comes, we’ll move quickly."
The older man rose slowly. "You understand what’s at stake, Matthew."
"Perfectly."
As they made for the door, Matthew added, almost absently, "We just need to get her alone. Away from Alejandro’s prying eyes. That’s the only way this ends in our favour."
The door shut behind them with a soft thud, but the tension lingered like smoke in the room.
And Matthew sat there for a moment longer, already planning the next move.
“Do you think this is the best option?” A voice came from inside the office.
Matthew turned in the direction where it came from to reveal Aria, in the corner of his office—who had been there all along while the conversation was happening.
“I built an empire. I built it knowing my children would inherit it. Nivera thinks she can rewrite that destiny just because she’s angry. Just because she wants to prove herself.”
“You're too uptight; a little freedom wouldn't hurt her,” Aria sighed in resignation.
“I let her run for two years. That was her freedom. Her little rebellion. But the clock has run out. And if she thinks Alejandro Garcia is a way out, then she’s about to learn how wrong she is.”
“She won’t be happy with this,” Aria warned.
“She doesn’t need to be happy,” Matthew replied. “She needs to be safe. She needs to be reminded of who she is and what’s expected.”
He paused to take a deep breath. “Besides, Alejandro is just going to hurt her in the end.”
“You can't be sure about that. The boy seems enchanted by her,” Aria stated as she got up to pour herself a drink.
“If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have done the things he had done for her.”
“The boy is a good actor,” Matthew sneered. “He has fooled the world into thinking he's a harmless man, unlike the rest of his family—he’s also fooling Nivera.”
“Hmm,” Aria mumbled as she chugged down her drink.
“Be careful, Matthew. That's all I have to say.”
And true to her word, those were her final words before turning and walking out of the office.
“I will be. This is for her own good,” Matthew thought to himself.
The night had settled deep over the mansion, and the city lights in the distance were faint and flickering, far removed from the silence that engulfed Alejandro’s private world.
Nivera lay curled up in the massive bed that didn’t feel like hers, her arms tucked beneath her head, staring at the ceiling.
The silk sheets were soft against her skin, the pillows arranged just right. Comfort, warmth, luxury—it had all been provided for her.
But not a single thing in the room could quiet her thoughts.
She turned over restlessly and sighed.
After dinner, Alejandro had locked himself in his study and hadn't come back upstairs since.
He said he had to “handle a few things” and disappeared into that cold, windowless office of his.
She didn’t know if he was still down there or already asleep somewhere else in the house.
She hadn’t bothered to ask. She didn’t want to ask, because she didn’t even know if she had the right to care.
Plus, seeing him wasn’t going to exactly help her spiralling thoughts.