The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 98

Chapter 92

Dylan

It’s been three days since Bella slipped into a coma, and she still hasn’t opened her eyes. The strange part is, I’m worried. Deeply worried. I thought I’d want her gone, that I’d feel nothing but satisfaction, but instead, I find myself watching her chest rise and fall, afraid it might stop. The doctor says she’ll live, that it’s just a matter of time.

I stood by her bed, my fists clenching at my sides as memories flashed through my mind. That day… the day Cherry took her own life, I was in a meeting when my phone rang. Her mother’s voice came through-broken, trembling. I remember the way my whole world went blank when she told

me Cherry was gone.

I was destroyed. Completely. I couldn’t understand how the girl I loved so deeply could give up like that, until I found her diary.

At first, it was filled with little things, childhood memories, sweet musings, the kind of innocent ramblings that made me smile through my tears. Then, the tone changed. The words became heavier, darker.

She wrote things like “Bella Maxwell told me my blonde hair looked dirty. Hers was shiny, perfect. Everyone laughed.” I knew instantly who she meant.

And then I read more, too much more.

She wrote about the time she bought a beautiful dress because she wanted me to see her in it. But when she arrived at the party, Bella was wearing the exact same one. Bella and her friends cornered her, tore the dress to shreds, laughing while she stood there humiliated. “I left early,” she wrote, “before Dylan could see me. I didn’t want him to see me like that.”

Each page cut deeper than the last. The final entry shattered me completely: “She’s won. I can’t take it anymore. She’s pushed me to the edge.”

Those were written two days before Cherry ended her life.

I was furious, blinded by it. I wanted to make Bella suffer, to make her feel even a fraction of what Cherry must’ve felt. I called Osborne. He was close to Bella, so I told him everything. But instead of agreeing, he begged me to let it go. When I threatened to do to Bella what she’d done to Cherry, his voice changed-cold, warning me that if I ever tried, I’d regret it.

And I knew better than to test Osborne. He might be calm and charming on the surface, but his anger… that’s something you never want aimed at you.

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That warning was the only reason Bella was spared.

Chary

But when I heard the news that he’d found someone else, that he’d moved on, something inside

me snapped. Then fate did the rest, her father handed her to me, gift-wrapped in a wheelchair.

The moment I saw her face, I was almost gleeful. Finally, I thought. Finally, I can destroy her the

way she destroyed Cherry.

But then… the bond.

That cursed, undeniable bond between mates. I tried to fight it, to deny it, to convince myself it

wasn’t real. But it is. I feel it. It’s potent. And now, every time I look at her, I’m torn apart inside.

Because as much as I want to hate her, as much as I want to see her pay… a part of me can’t stand

the thought of her dying.

And that, more than anything, makes me feel like I’ve betrayed Cherry.

Just then, I saw her finger move, and my eyes widened instantly. “Someone get the doctor!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the room. In seconds, the doctor and a few nurses rushed in, surrounding her as they began checking her pulse and examining her.

The doctor had explained that she had suffered a concussion from hitting her head, and she’d lost

a lot of blood.

Now after a while as he examined her, he turned toward me, holding a paper in his hand. “Sir, her

results are out,” he said, swallowing hard.

“But will she be okay?” I asked, my patience already wearing thin, my blood boiling as I waited for

his answer.

“Yes, sir,” he replied quickly, “in fact, she should wake up soon. Her pulse is stable now.” He paused,

sighing before continuing, and I could already tell something wasn’t right.

“But,” he added carefully, “I’m afraid she has partial amnesia. When she wakes up, she might not be able to remember some parts of her past.”

I froze. My mind went blank for a second. “What?” I asked, my voice low but dangerous.

He nodded, trying to stay calm. “Yes, sir. But seeing familiar faces and people she knows will help speed up her recovery.”

I immediately shook my head. “That won’t be possible,” I said firmly, my tone sharp. “Just treat her, doctor. Do whatever you have to, but make sure those memories of hers come back. I want

everything intact, you hear me?”

He nodded nervously, clearly sensing I was close to losing control. I couldn’t believe what I was

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hearing. How could he tell me Bella had lost part of her memories? No-she couldn’t forget the

things she’d done, not after everything. The part of her that caused all that pain, the part that

destroyed others, that needed to stay.

Clay

Because how was I supposed to take my revenge on someone who didn’t even remember what

she did?

“You better wake up with all your memories, you hear me?” I said, pointing at her, my voice breaking through the heavy silence. The nurses exchanged looks like I’d gone mad, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was for her to wake up and remember every single thing she had done.

Anything but amnesia. I won’t accept that. I can’t.

And there’s no way I’m sending her back to Waterford. It’s not as if her brother would take her in and care for her-everyone knows the kind of relationship they had, cold and broken from the start After all, he was the illegitimate one, the one his family never showed love not cared about.

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