His sinful Obsession

Oslo

Headquarters of Warren Industries, Madrid

"That's the best we can offer under your company's terms and conditions, Mr. Salvatore. Considering cost and benefits, it's difficult to keep up with the stock prices."

Rafael leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the polished surface of the conference table. His gaze was unwavering, cold, dissecting the man before him.

"It's not about stock prices," he stated, voice smooth yet sharp as a blade. "Your proposition is riddled with inconsistencies. Tell me, Mr. Edward, did you underestimate this meeting, or did you overestimate your own presentation?"

Silence thickened the air. The executives exchanged nervous glances.

"Your proposal is declined. This meeting is adjourned."

He pushed his chair back, standing with effortless authority.

"Mr. Salvatore, please—give us another chance! We'll revise the proposal!"

Rafael didn't spare him a second glance. He walked away, unbothered, as though their desperation was nothing more than white noise.

Stepping into his office, he loosened his tie, exhaling in mild irritation.

"Morons. Lowly lives, testing my patience these days. A little slaughtering wouldn't hurt."

Ring! Ring!

He answered.

"Boss, we found the rat."

His lips curled slightly. "Get the jet ready."

A pause. Then—"You're coming?" Nicolas's surprise was evident.
"I thought—"

"Since when did you start questioning me?"

The line tensed.

"Apologies, boss. I'll have everything ready."

"Tonight."

"Yes, boss."

Rafael hung up, his gaze shifting to his reflection on the glass wall. His own smirk met him there, unreadable.

'This will be a nice surprise.'

But fate, cruel and mocking, had its own plans for him.

No one escapes destiny—not even a man with the world at his feet.

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Somewhere else...

"Are you feeling cold, my love? Let mama warm you up. Come here, baby."

Gentle hands brushed soft hair. A warm voice wrapped around the tiny being nestled close.

"Such a beautiful day. We should go outside, hmm?"

Laughter echoed. Innocent. Untouched by the world.

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Oslo – Hours Later

The jet touched down. Rafael stepped off, exuding silent dominance in a tailored black overcoat and dark shades. Every man standing by the tarmac bowed in respect. Nicolas followed closely, opening the car door.

Sliding into the passenger seat, Rafael retrieved his laptop. The call came through just as the car began moving. He put it on speaker.

"Welcome back to Oslo, Salvatore."

Rafael barely lifted his eyes from his screen.
"Tell Daisy I brought her encyclopedia."

A snort from the other end. "Talk to your brother-in-law properly, you little shit."

Nicolas visibly tensed, stealing a glance at Rafael.

Rafael, however, simply chuckled.

Chuckled.

Nicolas nearly swerved off the road. What the hell? His boss never reacted to banter like that.

"Be here by dinner. Your sister's cooking a feast, and Daisy's baking for her favorite uncle."

"Hmm."

The call ended.

And then—

Screech!

The car came to a jolting stop. Rafael slammed a hand against the dashboard.
"What the fuck, Nicolas?!"

"Something's in the road—checking it now, boss." Nicolas scrambled out.

Rafael exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. But as he turned his head to look ahead—

His breath hitched.

The world blurred.

His pulse slowed, skipped a beat, then thundered back to life.

For the first time in years, Rafael Salvatore was caught completely off guard.

Oslo had surprised him before he could even think of surprising anyone.

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Happy reading! 
editing some of the chapters, the story is still the same, just some changes in the words, 
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