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The Broadcast Before the Storm

Author: Damilare
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-13 05:09:09

The makeup artist asked if she needed a moment.

Cassandra sat in the green room of a national news studio, the kind with soft lighting and carefully staged casual décor. She wore a deep navy blouse and minimal makeup. Her hair was pinned softly, just as she’d chosen. Not glamorized. Not dramatized.

Just real.

“I’m ready,” she said.

Ethan stood behind her, arms folded, the monitor screen behind him playing a muted stream of the show’s countdown clock.

00:13:25

They were minutes away from airing a live, unfiltered interview, Cassandra’s first national appearance since the trial of public opinion had turned her into a target.

Claire had negotiated the terms herself: No pre-written questions. No surprise guests. No commercial breaks. Just a woman and her voice.

Jason had stayed behind, watching from the safehouse with the legal team and the few survivors still willing to step into the light.

An hour earlier, Ethan had confronted Jenna Knox.

He didn’t tell anyone he was going.

She met him
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  • My Bestie’s Mom, My Obsession   The Return That Burns

    The smoke had cleared, but the world hadn’t calmed.Cassandra stood in the middle of a press storm, her face once again on every news ticker, every headline, every social feed. The leaked footage from Whitlock’s compound had gone viral. Not just the fight, not just the confession, but her. Every raw inch of her body and soul in that performance, in that final act of power. A woman reclaiming herself in front of the very man who had tried to break her.And yet, she felt nothing.Not triumph. Not relief.Just… exhaustion.Ethan sat beside her at the press debrief table, hands interlocked with hers beneath the cloth. Claire stood at the far end of the room, flanked by attorneys and survivor advocates.Someone had leaked the truth: Whitlock was Ethan’s biological father.The media had gone feral.Some questioned Cassandra’s judgment. Others turned Ethan into a symbol of legacy and redemption.Cassandra? She became something else.An icon. A cautionary tale. A threat.And in every photo, e

  • My Bestie’s Mom, My Obsession   Taken in the Dark | Obsession Unleashed | The Lover, the Liar, the Trap

    The morning after felt like a fragile dream.Ethan awoke first. The soft weight of Cassandra's bare body pressed against his chest, her breath warm on his skin, her arm draped possessively across his waist. The night’s fire still clung to the air. He hadn’t just made love to her, he’d collided with her soul. Every thrust, every cry, every whispered name had been layered with grief, rage, hunger, and love. The kind that tasted like surrender. The kind that left bruises you didn’t want to heal.But now, dawn filtered in through the half-open blinds, and something in the stillness was wrong.Too quiet.He moved gently, easing her off him, kissing her shoulder. She didn’t stir.His hand grazed her thigh, memorizing the trail he’d worshiped last night with his mouth. She’d trembled as he kissed every inch of her. She'd whispered, “Take me like I’m yours. Not like I’m broken.” And he had. God, he had. He'd buried himself in her heat, letting her ride him until their bodies cried out togethe

  • My Bestie’s Mom, My Obsession   Blood Never Lies

    The paper trembled in Claire’s hands.She had seen many files, opened countless dossiers in her career, but nothing like this. Not with stakes so tangled in love and violence. Not when the name on the birth certificate wasn’t supposed to exist.FATHER: MALCOLM EDWIN WHITLOCKMOTHER: ROWENA JEAN ROWENCHILD: ETHAN MICHAEL ROWEN – aka Ethan HarperClaire’s mind raced.Rowena had been only sixteen when she met Whitlock. Had she been another victim, like her daughter later became? Or had she made a choice that started this whole storm decades ago?Jason leaned over her shoulder, eyes scanning the redacted forms and blood type comparisons. “That has to be a mistake,” he whispered. “Right?”Claire didn’t answer.Instead, she reached for her encrypted phone.“We need to find Ethan.”Hotel Suite – 9:17 PMEthan sat at the small desk by the window, shirtless, shoulder still raw and wrapped in gauze from the cabin fight. Cassandra was asleep in the bed behind him, tangled in the sheets, her fac

  • My Bestie’s Mom, My Obsession   The Trap We Set, the Bodies We Bury

    Cassandra disappeared before dawn.No note. No explanation. No trace, except for her scent on the hotel pillow and the faintest warmth left in the sheets beside Ethan.He woke to absence.And dread.Claire paced the suite like a general in a war room. Jason sat with a laptop on his knees, eyes flicking between open maps and a blinking tracker.“She took the burner we gave her,” Claire said. “Last ping came from Westlake, near the waterfront. Then she shut it off.”“She’s not running,” Jason said. “She’s hunting.”Ethan said nothing. Just sat on the edge of the bed, jaw clenched, one thought looping like a mantra.She touched him.Her fingers on Jason. That forehead kiss. The quiet intimacy of two people who once loved, and maybe still did.She hadn’t denied it.Hadn’t even tried.I loved you enough to carry your past…And still, she chose him.Claire looked up from her phone. “She’s not just bait. She’s trying to end this her way.”Ethan’s voice was low, hoarse. “He’ll kill her before

  • My Bestie’s Mom, My Obsession   The Confession and the Cut

    12:00 PMThe screen blinked.The livestream had started.Tens of thousands were watching. Reporters, lawyers, victims, supporters, skeptics.And Cassandra.She sat in the hotel room beside Ethan, wrapped in a gray sweater, her fingers curled tightly into her knees.Whitlock’s face appeared, not blurred. Not distorted.Unmasked.Older. Paler. But composed.His voice, calm. Familiar. Measured.“Cassandra Rowen told you a story. One that paints her as prey and me as predator. But stories, like memories, are elastic.”He leaned closer to the camera.“There was love. There was consent. And there were moments she begged me never to end.”Cassandra flinched.“Did she tell you she wrote me letters? That she asked me to take her away from her home? That she chose me again and again?”Jason stood across the room, fists clenched.“And if I’m a monster… what does that make her mother?”Everyone froze.“Ask her what Rowena Rowen did to keep the press quiet the first time. Ask her what she was paid

  • My Bestie’s Mom, My Obsession   The Broadcast Before the Storm

    The makeup artist asked if she needed a moment.Cassandra sat in the green room of a national news studio, the kind with soft lighting and carefully staged casual décor. She wore a deep navy blouse and minimal makeup. Her hair was pinned softly, just as she’d chosen. Not glamorized. Not dramatized.Just real.“I’m ready,” she said.Ethan stood behind her, arms folded, the monitor screen behind him playing a muted stream of the show’s countdown clock.00:13:25They were minutes away from airing a live, unfiltered interview, Cassandra’s first national appearance since the trial of public opinion had turned her into a target.Claire had negotiated the terms herself: No pre-written questions. No surprise guests. No commercial breaks. Just a woman and her voice.Jason had stayed behind, watching from the safehouse with the legal team and the few survivors still willing to step into the light.An hour earlier, Ethan had confronted Jenna Knox.He didn’t tell anyone he was going.She met him

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