From First Love to His Obsession

Chapter 17: Jason Strikes Back

Jason didn’t sleep that night. Not really. His mind raced as he went over every detail from the attack on Zara.

The black SUV. The man who grabbed her. Ethan’s smug voice repeating threats in his head.

He had promised to protect her. And now… he realized protecting wasn’t enough. He had to strike first.

By dawn, Jason was already in his office. His laptop glowed with spreadsheets, shell companies, and hidden accounts. Every move Ethan had made was there laying itself bare.

Jason’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, cold and precise. “Time to remind him why he should’ve never touched her,” he muttered.

Calls were made. Contacts in banks, media, and private intelligence answered immediately. Jason didn’t just want to find Ethan.He wanted to dismantle him, piece by piece.

Meanwhile, Zara sat in her apartment, shaken but safe for now. Her phone buzzed it was a message from Jason:

Jason: Stay inside. Don’t answer calls. Don’t go out. I’m handling him.

Zara’s chest tightened. She hated feeling powerless, but she knew better than to argue. She had pushed him away once… and she couldn’t do it again.

Jason’s first move was subtle. A financial audit leaked to Ethan’s partners exposed inconsistencies in his deals. Emails and private communications surfaced showing Ethan’s hidden manipulations and bribes.

By evening, Ethan’s office was buzzing with whispers, calls, and panicked faces. He didn’t know who was behind it yet. But one name haunted him anyway: Jason Blackwood.

Jason didn’t stop there. He tracked every shell company, every offshore transfer, every person Ethan had used to manipulate the press. A dossier of proof was growing. Soon, Ethan wouldn’t just feel threatened he would be cornered.

And in the middle of it all, Jason couldn’t help but think of Zara. Her trembling hands, her frightened eyes. He wouldn’t just win this war for himself. He’d win it for her.

Late at night, he sent her one more message:

Jason: I will bring him down. I promise you. No one hurts you again.

Zara read it and felt a flicker of hope.

But deep down, she knew,this war was far from over.