The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 291: Yvette’s Obsession

[Yvette Jennings' POV – Jennings Group Tower, Shanghai]

The doors closed.

With that haunting finality, Owen vanished from my sight again—just like he had years ago.

Only this time... it hurt in ways I didn't expect.

I stood frozen, heels locked on the cool marble floor, the scent of his presence still lingering like smoke after a wildfire. My hand tightened around the edge of the desk until my nails dug into the lacquer.

Alpha and Omega.

That's what he said.

He really became something else. Something... untouchable.

But why—why—did it still ache when he looked at me like that? Like I was just some relic from a past he outgrew?

"Damn you, Owen..." I whispered.

Not out of anger.

But desperation.

He hated me. I knew that.

Yet... hate is still an emotion. And emotion is all I needed. A thread. A weakness. Something to remind me that somewhere under that terrifying power, that beast's composure, the man I once loved still felt something when he looked at me.

And gods help me... my body reacted too.

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I hated that I could still feel heat rising when he spoke—when his voice rumbled like distant thunder. The man who once made me laugh as a nobody now carried the weight of nations behind each word.

My knees trembled slightly.

"You're not allowed to walk away from me like that..." I muttered, eyes sharpening.

If it were any other man, I'd have called security. Blocked him. Buried him under lawsuits.

But this was Owen.

My Owen.

Even if the world called him a King, a Beast, a God.

He was mine once.

And maybe—just maybe—if I could crack that shell... if I could get close enough to feel his skin, to see him falter... his body would betray his heart.

Because men always do.

A smirk curved my lips, slow... feral.

He may lead armies now. Command monsters. Topple empires.

But I know him.

He was kind. Once.

And kindness is a leash.

"I'll make you look at me again, Owen..." I whispered to the silence.

"Even if I have to break everything else to do it."

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Owen's POV — Shanghai, Midnight Alley

The neon haze pulsed like veins across the wet alley walls. The rain had softened into a drizzle, but the air remained sharp—taut, as if waiting to snap.

She was close.

Too close.

Yvette Jennings stood before me like a ghost I should've exorcised years ago.

I felt her breath before I felt her touch—her fingers lightly trailing the fabric of my coat, like she was peeling layers that weren't hers to touch anymore.

"Your eyes are lying," she whispered. "But your heart..." She pressed her palm to my chest. "It's still fighting."

I caught her wrist in one swift move.

Her eyes widened—not in fear, but thrill.

"You think you know me?" I growled, voice low, coiled with warning. "You think your perfume and high heels will unravel what I've become?"

She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from mine, smirking. "I don't need to unravel it. I just need to remind it."

That was when I grabbed her waist—not gently.

"Don't push your luck, Yvette Jennings," I said, voice like gravel against steel. "You had your chance. You threw it away the moment you chose silence over loyalty. Go back to Randall—or whoever warms your sheets now—before I remind you that a beast doesn't need to roar to tear you apart."

Her breath caught, but not in fear.

Still, she held her ground.

I leaned in, my lips near her ear. "Keep tempting fate, and I might give you sore legs—not from love, but from crawling back to whatever pride you've got left."

A flicker of pink painted her cheeks.

She didn't speak, only stared.

I let go and turned, walking into the rain again.

I didn't look back.

Not because I didn't care—

—but because I refused to let the past dictate my stride.