ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION
It was never part of my plan to get attached. I was just a freelance model, newly signed under a rising modeling agency in town. Everything was supposed to be simple; work, exposure, growth. Then came Dr. Aria Williams — dermatologist, surgeon, and the woman who was supposed to fix me.
Chaos started the moment I met her. The way she talked, the way she looked at me felt like she was studying every inch of who I was. Every word I said, every silence I made, she read me like I was her favorite patient. It made me uncomfortably hot, and yet... I kept coming back.
I told myself it was part of the therapy, the strange pull I felt toward her was part of it. But the way she looked at me; cold, curious, almost hungry, said otherwise. I hated her for it. I felt it every time her voice softened, every time her fingers lingered on my skin longer than they should. She called it treatment. I called it control.
What started as therapy turned into something dark and deeper. I wanted to be beautiful, to be ready for the public, but what we craved became something private, something only between us.
And the more sessions I had with her, the stronger the connection grew. Until one day, her eyes focused on someone else. And every time their eyes met, it burned through me. When she saw it, she offered something that challenged me. To be her slave and she'll be mine— alone.
Soon, I found myself following her every order, fulfilling her desires without question. Along the way, I realized her obsession had become mine too. And before I could stop, the hate I once felt for her turned into something else.
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Chapter: Chapter 91The campaign launched on a quiet Thursday morning. By noon, it was everywhere. The first images appeared on Maison Étoile's official platforms. Azeirah and I stood together on a rain-soaked balcony, wrapped in oversized wool coats, our foreheads nearly touching as if silence alone was enough conversation. Another photograph followed. We were sitting across from each other in a small kitchen, sharing coffee before sunrise. The campaign wasn't loud. It wasn't dramatic. It was ordinary. And somehow, that was exactly what people loved. The comments multiplied by the minute. "I've never seen chemistry this effortless." "They don't even have to touch." "Tell me they're together." "You can't fake looking at someone like that." I closed my phone before I reached the next page. It didn't matter. I already knew where it was heading. By the following afternoon, entertainment pages had begun stitching together every public appearance Azeirah and I had made over the p
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: Chapter 90The campaign slowly stopped feeling like work. Not because it became easier. If anything, Maisön Étoile only demanded more from us as filming progressed.The expectations grew higher with every completed scene. The directors no longer corrected where my hands rested or how long I should maintain eye contact.Instead, they asked questions."What would Ena do here?""What would Azeirah do?"Not our characters. Us.They wanted pieces of our personalities to quietly find their way into the campaign. Authenticity, they called it. People could always recognize the difference between something rehearsed and something lived.I was beginning to understand what they meant.-Stockholm welcomed us with pale mornings and streets lined with old stone buildings.The first outdoor sequence required us to spend nearly twelve hours moving between different locations; A bookstore, a flower market, a quiet café overlooking the river.By the end of the afternoon, everyone looked exhausted, except Azeirah
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 89The campaign had not even been released yet. But somehow, people had already become invested in the story behind it.It started with entertainment articles across Europe. Then fashion blogs and magazines.Within days, the headlines had crossed continents. Even the Philippines wasn't spared.One morning, while I was waiting for my makeup artist to finish preparing the next look, my assistant walked over with a tablet in her hands."I thought you should see this."I accepted it. Several articles filled the screen.Filipina Supermodel Ena Garden Spotted Frequently With European Star Azeirah Blakesön.Who Is The Woman Always Beside Azeirah Blakesön?International Campaign Sparks Curiosity Among Filipino Fans.I scrolled quietly. Most of the photographs were harmless.Azeirah and I in coffee shops, bookstores. Walking beside each other after rehearsals. Looking through mood boards while laughing at something the camera hadn't captured.Someone had even taken a picture of us waiting for the
Last Updated: 2026-07-10
Chapter: Chapter 88The days that followed settled into a rhythm I hadn't expected. Maisön Étoile wasn't exaggerating when they said chemistry required work. It wasn't something we discovered overnight. It was something we practiced. Every morning began the same way. Then hours of conversations the creative team insisted were just as important as everything else. "You don't need to become best friends," one of the directors reminded us. "But strangers cannot convince the world they've built a life together." So we talked. Sometimes while walking through the studio. Sometimes over lunch. Sometimes while waiting for makeup artists to finish adjustments. There wasn't a script. Only time. And surprisingly... Time did what rehearsals couldn't. I slowly began understanding Azeirah. She wasn't particularly talkative. At least not in the way some people expected. She preferred listening. Whenever someone spoke, she gave them her complete attention, never glancing at her phone or looking around the room.
Last Updated: 2026-07-10
Chapter: Chapter 87I finally understood why the industry spoke about her the way it did.Not because she was the most beautiful woman in the room. Because beauty was common in this profession.Presence wasn't— and Azeirah is different because of it. Azeirah Blakesön carried herself with an ease that couldn't be taught.She's tall and graceful. Short dark hair rested neatly above her shoulders, framing striking blue eyes that somehow looked both attentive and distant at the same time.She wasn't intimidating. She was... composed. Very different from the polished confidence magazines often exaggerated.She noticed me almost immediately. For a brief second, our eyes met. Then she smiled.But not wide or performative. It's simply polite."You must be Ena." Her English carried a soft European accent.I stepped forward and offered my hand."Ena Garden."She accepted the handshake without hesitation."Azeirah." Her grip was firm and professional. "It's nice to finally meet you.""You too," I said, plainly.Th
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: Chapter 86The following week became a blur. Every day introduced another fitting, briefing, and rehearsal. Maisön Étoile's creative team worked differently from any brand I had collaborated with before. Nothing was accidental. Even the smallest hand movement carried meaning. Every glance, pause, photograph— everything contributed to the story. "You aren't selling clothes." One of the creative directors reminded us repeatedly during workshops. "You're selling a life... a story." I found the statement oddly familiar. Perhaps because I had once believed I was living exactly that. A life built with someone. A future planned together. I pushed the thought away before it settled too deeply. There was no room for that anymore. Three days before rehearsals officially began, I was reviewing campaign references inside my apartment when my assistant knocked gently on the door. "Ena?" "Come in." She entered carrying an enormous bouquet. I frowned. "I didn't order flowers.
Last Updated: 2026-07-07
Chapter: EPILOGUE - PART TWO“What did he tell you? Come on, tell me,” I asked Veronica. She looked so worried and hurt, it made me want to pull her into my arms and hold her tight. “Is he bothering you?” I asked. She couldn’t meet my gaze. “Did he hurt you, Veronica?” “No,” she answered softly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t even know what I would’ve done if he’d laid a hand on her. “Then what did he say? Why are you avoiding me? What’s wrong, baby? Please tell me,” I pleaded, looking straight into her eyes. “Hey, please look at me. What are you thinking about? Tell me, please,” I asked again, frustration in my voice. She bit her lower lip, steadied herself, then finally looked at me. “He’s angry, Lucas,” she whispered. “He still affects you this much, huh?” I chuckled bitterly. I stepped away from her and sighed, biting my lip as I felt a sharp ache in my chest. “Do you still like him?” I asked after a long silence. “I still like him, but… hm, I think I’m—” She tried to r
Last Updated: 2025-11-27
Chapter: EPILOGUE - PART ONELucas Andriene Clemente The first time I saw her, she was quietly waiting on a couch for her boyfriend. The vocalist of Command. She just sat there, unfazed by everyone around her. She seemed very quiet and aloof — she didn’t look at anyone, not even me. But every time her boyfriend came around, she’d light up. It was obvious she was in love with him. The only time you could read any emotion on her face was when he was near. My cousin Samantha wanted me to get close to her, but honestly, I wasn’t interested. She didn’t talk to anyone except her boyfriend. She never smiled, never even spared a glance at anyone else. I didn’t think we’d ever get along. She kept her distance from everyone, so I stayed focused on the reason I was there in the first place — to look after my cousin. She’s stubborn as hell, and I’m the only one who can keep her in check. She doesn’t really have a choice. "Lucas! You’re not even trying to talk to her. I saw you earlier — you didn’t even go near her. How
Last Updated: 2025-11-26
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT“Veronica Marchella Berdin — from the first time I saw you, I knew you’d be a part of my life. It was just a passing glance, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking at you again. I was with my friend Gian, the CEO of the company you worked for, when I saw you with your team, joking around as you left the office. Your laugh was music to my ears, so I kept coming back to your company after that. Gian started to wonder why, but I didn’t care. I was happy just seeing you every day. I secretly followed you, always stealing glances. Even when I was supposed to be watching over Samantha, I spent my time on you. Then one day, I was shocked to see you at their studio, with Samantha’s ex — and I realized he was your boyfriend. I was furious, even though I had no right. But I still couldn’t stop. I did everything I could to be with you, to get to know you. And I was right. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to spend my life with you. What I felt when I first saw you grew stronger when
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY SEVENThey were emotional, though their faces were filled with sweet smiles, and I couldn’t help but feel emotional too. We were in the middle of hugging when soft music began to play. I turned toward the path I’d walked earlier and saw Lucas standing there, smiling so handsomely at me. He walked toward me and I met him halfway. He gently touched my cheek and caressed it. His eyes were emotional, and it made me even more emotional too. I was so lucky to have him. He loved me so deeply, and I loved him just the same. I kissed him passionately, and I almost lost myself when I felt him kiss me back with the same intensity. He tilted my head to deepen the kiss even more. After a long, lingering kiss, he started kissing my cheeks and then my ear — slow, almost teasing. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning… fuck. “Baby, are you seducing me?” His voice sent shivers down my spine. I suddenly felt weak, which made it easy for him to lift me and settle me onto his lap. His face was seri
Last Updated: 2025-11-24
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY SIX"Are you okay?" I asked. "I’m nervous," he admitted, which made me smile as I hugged him back. "Don’t worry, everything will be alright. I’m sure they’ll be happy to see us together," I whispered to him. We were on our way to the shelter in Bohol. He personally wanted to ask for my hand from Sister and the others. He proposed to me two days ago, and now he wanted us to go there so he could formally ask for my hand — and I couldn’t say no, because I wanted that too. Sister Mona and the others were the ones who took me in back then, they became my family and my parents in their own way, so I also wanted to show them how important they still are to me, at least in this way. After everything, we left. It had already been six months since I left the shelter after Lucas and I had that conversation. That night, when I finally decided to talk to him, everything became clear. I realized that everything I believed about him was wrong — and it was all Samantha’s plan to mess with us. When s
Last Updated: 2025-11-23
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTY FIVEBack then, when I didn’t know him yet, all I ever thought about was how to please Xavier, how to make him fall in love with me. How could I make him love me when he didn’t? How could I make his heart feel something it wouldn’t? I was too hard on myself — selfish and selfless at the same time. I was blind. But when Lucas came, he changed everything. My life started to turn upside down. There were moments I felt loved, and moments when I felt I wasn’t. Before I could let Xavier go, I kept asking myself: Would I ever be able to love again after him? I didn’t know the answer. But everything changed when Lucas came. I fell for him so easily, so quickly, and so deeply. At first, I didn’t want anything to do with him. Just knowing he was Samantha’s driver — or so I thought — made me dislike him. There was an unnamed fear inside me. I chose to ignore him, to keep him at a distance. But somehow, he made his way into my life. He didn’t ask for permission. He made sure I noticed him. And befor
Last Updated: 2025-11-22
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