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Something Real
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2026-08-06 23:06:10
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Bound by Obsession Celebrating Exhibition
The crowd had thinned. Most people had left with promises to "stay in touch" and "absolutely purchase a piece."I stood in front of my father's portrait, the one painting I'd refused to sell. A piece I'd done from memory, trying to capture his smile, his warmth, his essence."You did it, Dad," I whispered. "I actually did it.""He's proud of you," a voice said behind me.I turned to find my mother standing there, dressed impeccably, her expression unreadable."Mom. You came.""Of course I came. You're my daughter." She looked at the portrait, her face crumbling slightly. "That's—that's really him. You captured him perfectly.""Thank you.""I'm sorry," she said suddenly. "For not being there. For leaving you to deal with the house alone. For being—for being a coward."I didn't know what to say. My mother never apologized. Ever."I loved him, you know," she continued. "Once. A long time ago. Before life got hard and I got bitter." She touched the edge of the painting. "He never stopped
Bound by Obsession Beautiful Moment at a Time
Heat flooded through me. "What about the dishes? We're not done—""They can wait." He lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my legs. "This can't."He kissed me harder, his hands sliding up my thighs, and I forgot all about the dishes still in the sink."Bedroom," I gasped when he moved to my neck. "We should—""Here." His hands were already working on my jeans. "Right here. Been thinking about this all day. About coming home to you. About doing this exactly here.""The kitchen?""The kitchen. The counter. Every surface in this penthouse." He pulled my jeans down, tossing them aside. "Want to make love to you everywhere. Want to fill this place with memories of us."I helped him with his belt, his pants, both of us desperate and laughing and completely present.When he lifted me and pushed inside, we both groaned with relief."God, you feel good," he breathed, his forehead against mine. "Every time. Every fucking time, it's like the first time.""Don't stop," I wrapped my legs a
Bound by Obsession Love in The Kitchen
I was in my studio, working on a painting for the first time in weeks, when Sophie called."So I heard you and Damien had a fight this morning," she said without preamble."How did you—""Lucas told me. Damien apparently showed up at the office laughing about it. Said it was the best fight you'd ever had."I smiled to myself. "It was about dishes.""I know! Normal couple stuff! I'm so proud!" Sophie sounded genuinely delighted. "This is huge, Isla. You're having regular fights about regular things. That's relationship health right there.""It felt stupid.""All the best fights are stupid. The dishes fight. The thermostat fight. The 'you never put the cap back on the toothpaste' fight. These are the building blocks of a real marriage.""When did you become a relationship expert?""Since I've been planning weddings for five years and have seen every kind of couple. Trust me, the ones who only fight about big existential things? They don't last. The ones who fight about dishes and make-u
Bound by Obsession Something Real
He carried me upstairs to the loft bedroom, laying me down on the bed like I was something precious. The skylight showed stars emerging in the darkening sky."You're so beautiful," he murmured, slowly undressing me. "Even when you're hurting. Especially when you're hurting. You're the strongest person I know.""I don't feel strong.""You are. You're surviving impossible grief. Facing painful truths. Still choosing love despite everything." He kissed my shoulder, my collarbone, my throat. "That's strength, Isla. That's courage."His hands were gentle, reverent, taking their time. This wasn't about passion or heat. This was about tenderness. Comfort. Healing.When he finally moved inside me, slowly and careful, we both sighed with relief."I love you," he whispered, his rhythm gentle and unhurried. "I love you so much. You're everything to me.""Show me," I breathed. "Show me I'm not alone. Show me we're real."He did. With every thrust, every touch, every whispered word of love, he sho
Bound by Obsession The Journal
I opened to the beginning. The first entry was dated three years ago, right when the business started failing.The investors are pulling out. One by one, they're losing faith. I can't blame them—the numbers don't lie. We're hemorrhaging money.But I can't give up. This company is my legacy. My father built it. I grew it. I can't let it die on my watch.Isla doesn't know how bad it is. I've shielded her from the worst. She's engaged to Marcus, planning her wedding, building her life. I won't burden her with my failures.I read entry after entry. Watched my father's slow descent into financial panic. His attempts to hide it from me. His guilt about the burden.Then, an entry from six months ago:Richard Cross approached me today. Said he could make my problems disappear. Said his son needed a wife for an inheritance, and I had a daughter who needed money.He offered me a deal: convince Isla to meet Damien. Orchestrate a situation where they'd see the mutual benefit.I told him to go to
Bound by Obsession Escape
TWO DAYS LATERI woke up screaming.The nightmare was vivid—my father's funeral, but this time the coffin was empty. I was searching everywhere, panicking, unable to find him. And everyone kept asking where he was, why I'd lost him, why I couldn't keep him safe."Isla. Isla, wake up. You're dreaming." Damien's voice cut through the panic. "Come back to me."I jolted awake, gasping, my face wet with tears. "I lost him. In the dream, I lost him and I couldn't—""Shh. It was just a dream. Just a nightmare." He pulled me against his chest, his heart beating steady under my ear. "You didn't lose him. He's—""Dead. He's dead and I can't get him back and—" The sobs came hard and fast, my whole body shaking.Damien held me through it, rocking slightly, murmuring reassurances that felt hollow but necessary.This was the third nightmare in two nights. Third time I'd woken up screaming, crying, unable to breathe."That's it," Damien said when I finally calmed down. "We're leaving.""What?""Toda
Bound by Obsession Things Of My Own
My father stared at me for a long time, then he nodded. "He seems like a good man. Cold, but good. And the way he gazed at you when you weren’t watching...""How did he look at me?"“Like you were something he hadn’t solved yet.” My father smiled slightly. “And as if he wanted to discover it as muc
Bound by Obsession The Morning After
I awoke in regret with some fancy sheets.For one glorious moment, I didn’t think about it. And then it all came back, Marcus, my father, the bar, the plane, the chapel with its Elvis kitschy and the judge who had stared at us like we were idiots.My marriage certificate on the bedside with my new
Bound by Obsession Welcome To Hell
He pressed in closer and I smelled him, cedar wood and something deeper, a fragrance that was more expensive. "I need a wife. You need money. We can help each other."I laughed. Actually laughed. "That's your line? That's what you're going with?""It's not a line. It's a business proposition." He r
Bound by Obsession The Night Everything Burned
The champagne flute smashed against the marble floor, crystal shattering just like my perfectly groomed existence."Isla, baby, just listen...""Don't." My voice was strangled, barely human. “You will not.”Marcus was in the vestibule in the coatroom, staring at me, his bow tie undone, lipstick on
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