CRUEL OBSESSION
She was born from scandal. He was raised to never accept weakness. Together, they were forced into a marriage neither of them wanted... but fate had other plans.
After the death of her mother, the daughter of a maid finds herself trapped in the mansion of a father who never wanted her, surrounded by a family that despises her. To gain their approval and earn her place, she agrees to an arranged marriage—with a man as cold as he is cruel.
Damien Westwood is the definition of power and privilege. Rich, ruthless, and indifferent, he sleeps with a different woman each night and treats his new wife like she’s nothing. To his family, she’s just a burden he’s forced to bear. To him, she’s an unwanted shadow.
But what happens when the girl they all underestimated refuses to break?
Through humiliation, heartbreak, and betrayal, she slowly becomes the one thing they never expected: unstoppable.
And as Damien’s obsession with her grows, so does the danger... because in this house, love doesn't heal—it destroys.
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Chapter: chapter sixChapter SixUnspoken ThingsThe days following her discovery of Dante’s room passed like fog.Sienna kept her distance.Damien did the same.But something between them had shifted. Unspoken. Tense. Electric.He avoided her eyes now.Not like before—when he simply didn’t care to look at her.Now, it was different.He was afraid of what he might see if he did.Sienna wandered the garden early one morning, her hands brushing through lavender and overgrown roses, trying to clear her mind.That’s when she heard footsteps behind her.She turned.Damien.Of course.Hair slightly tousled, black shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the veins running down his forearms.Effortlessly cruel-looking.“I thought you didn’t do mornings,” she said, folding her arms.“I don’t.” His voice was clipped. Cold. Like always.But he didn’t walk away.Instead, he walked past her and stood beside the roses. “You’re watering them wrong.”She blinked. “Excuse me?”“They’re too drowne
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Chapter: chapter fiveChapter FiveThe Room Behind the PianoSienna never forgot Damien’s warning.“There’s a room in this house. Locked. Everyone says it doesn’t exist. Don’t ever go near it.”But those words had the opposite effect.She couldn’t stop thinking about it.Where was it? Why was it locked?And why did Damien look terrified when he mentioned it?She began to observe more closely.The mansion was ancient, too large for one family. Hallways stretched like veins, and there were places no one ever went—dusty corridors, creaking stairwells, doors sealed shut as though the very air behind them had been forgotten.And then she noticed something strange.The piano.It sat in the east wing. Elegant, black, and untouched.One afternoon, while dusting the baseboards (a chore she was still expected to do as if she were a maid, not a wife), she noticed the pattern of the floor tiles beneath the piano didn’t match the rest of the marble flooring.Curious, she knelt and traced the edges.Hollow.Her heart th
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Chapter: chapter fourChapter FourThe Room That Doesn’t ExistSienna hadn’t seen Damien in two days.Not since the gala. Not since he whispered to that woman right in front of her and left like she was nothing.The housekeeper, Maria, said he hadn’t come home. Eleanor, on the other hand, walked around with a permanent sneer on her face like she knew something Sienna didn’t.She always did.Still, Sienna played her role.She dressed properly. Ate quietly. Attended brunch with Damien’s aunts and smiled through their sharp, backhanded compliments.But inside her, something was changing.The girl who once tiptoed through the Westwood mansion like a ghost was learning to listen. To watch. To remember. She had no power here—but knowledge? That, she could collect.And she had a new obsession.Dante Westwood.---She returned to the library when no one was watching.The folder she found on Dante had been moved. Hidden again. But she remembered the contents, the name of the street—Devil’s Bend—and most of all, the
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Chapter: chapter threeChapter ThreeThe Girl in the Gold DressSienna stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the gold silk gown Eleanor had picked out for her.It shimmered like liquid light, hugging her frame delicately. The neckline dipped just enough to be considered elegant but modest. Her hair had been curled into soft waves that tumbled past her shoulders. A diamond necklace rested against her collarbone—on loan, Eleanor had said, like everything else in this house.It was the Westwood charity gala. The night she’d been warned about.The night she had to prove herself worthy of the Westwood name.Or, at least, obedient enough not to embarrass them.Her hands trembled slightly as she touched the necklace. Don’t speak unless spoken to.That phrase had echoed in her head all week.There was a soft knock at the door. It creaked open, revealing Damien in a black tuxedo and a bored expression.His eyes skimmed over her quickly—too quickly—then returned to his phone.“You’re late,” he said cold
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Chapter: chapter two Chapter TwoObedience Isn’t LoveThe days blurred together like a dream she couldn’t wake up from.Sienna did everything she was told. Every morning, she dressed in soft colors. Every afternoon, she helped the staff prepare tea for the Westwood women. And every night, she returned to an empty bedroom with perfectly fluffed pillows and untouched sheets.The only evidence Damien had ever been there were the fading colognes on his shirts left tossed over a chair.He never spoke to her. Only looked at her occasionally, like she was a painting he hadn’t asked for but couldn’t take down.---On the fifth day of their marriage, the Westwood matriarch, Eleanor, summoned her.She stood by the grand piano in the sitting room, her jewelry glinting beneath the chandelier, her lips pursed in that usual tight-lipped disapproval.“You will attend the charity gala next week,” Eleanor said. “Wear something that doesn’t shame our name. And try not to speak unless spoken to.”“Yes, ma’am,” Sienna said q
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Chapter: chapter oneChapter OneThe Unwanted BrideThe white dress felt like a joke.It wasn't tailored for her—it belonged to someone else. Someone wanted. Someone chosen. Sienna stood in front of the gilded mirror, the delicate lace digging into her skin like a reminder: you don’t belong here.“You look beautiful,” her stepmother, Vanessa, cooed behind her with a venom-laced smile. “Just don’t embarrass us in front of the Westwoods.”Sienna didn’t respond. She had learned long ago that silence was safer than defiance.The whispers in the Westwood estate had already started. Servants passed by with sideways glances, eyes flickering over her dress, her hands, her face. The girl born from scandal, marrying into gold.She was nothing but an arrangement.A deal.A shameful attempt to restore what little dignity her father’s family had left.“Let’s go,” Vanessa snapped. “Your husband doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”Husband.The word made her chest tighten.Sienna had only met Damien Westwood twice. Once at
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