His Dark Obsession

As the cold breeze blew through the coffee shop, people crowded the chairs, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Laughter, mumbles, and some country music filled the store, bringing in a cozy atmosphere as they bid summer farewell and welcomed fall. Carefully holding the tray of steaming espressos, Amira moved it to the appropriate location on the table. Her gaze kept returning to the enormous wall clock, which was nearly at her closing time. Her petite oval face broke into a wide smile that showed off the dimple on her left cheek. Upon observing this, her friend Greta winked at her. “Happy birthday.” Amira smiled back in appreciation as Greta gently reminded her repeatedly. Her 18th birthday was today, and this was the start of her journey to freedom. Freedom to move away from her family and begin a new life, not to mention the fact that she was awarded a scholarship to study at Yale University, one of the top universities in the world. But she had not

"I'll sign and leave them out of this; my scholarship is none of your business." Amira yelled in submission, stretching her shaking hands towards the paper and signing whatever she was required to sign."You can now kiss the bride.” Amira felt tense, more like shocked. The wedding was forced; there were no vows recited or rings exchanged, just like in a typical white wedding. She was not even asked if she would marry him.Andrea took out a small golden box from his pocket, made of pure gold, brought out the rings from it, took a tiny knife and pierced his finger, dripping blood on the rings, and held her index finger and pierced hers as well, ignoring the scream that came out of her mouth, and let her blood drip on the ring.Following this little ritual, he slid the ring onto Amira's ring finger and forced her to wear his.As Amira attempted to release her hold on Andrea, he said, quickly drawing her face in his direction and planting a passionate kiss.He also refused to let her lea

The following morning, Amira awoke in her evening gown; a furrowed brow spread across her face as she recalled how Andrea had shut her in her room, leaving no opening for escape. She stood up and walked around the room, noticing various doors she had not explored before. She opened it, discovering a walk-in closet filled with a new set of clothes she had never worn before. She was surprised, as she checked them out, and saw how everything was her appropriate size, different designs, her favourite colours, her underwear exactly her size. “What in the name..” she mumbled, how was he able to know her perfect size? Was that why he didn't allow her to pack her things? She noticed how the clothes were expensive, and in different form, some were revealing and tight, some were elegant, comfy and so on. Hearing sound from her room, she quickly left the closet, and noticed the maid Andrea had given to her. “Good morning Mrs Martini.” Brenda greeted accompanied with a respectful bow

Amira stood still, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mouth hung open, caught in a moment of silence, unsure of how to respond. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized the one person she had been trying to escape was already at her destination. Andrea stood tall, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. “Do you really believe I won’t recognize you, my love?” He carried on, then fell into a quiet laughter that only deepened her tears, though no sound escaped her lips. Amira felt that this effort was in vain. And she couldn’t fathom what he would do to her. He reached out to her, hoping she would take his hand, but Amira, ever stubborn and sensitive, turned away from his gesture, and in that moment, her escape began. She fled from them with every ounce of strength she had, her yearning for freedom consuming her from within. Andrea’s pupil dilated the moment he saw her fleeing, and without a word, his men took off after her. Andrea watched her run with a mix of desperation and

“Who are you?” Amira murmured, her throat aching from the weight of her stress. “You again? Just why are you popping up all over the place? Why are you even in my room?" As Amira clenched the duvet in an effort to contain her scream, she asked. Her legs had been hurting for a while, and the pain in her eyes from crying made it worse. "Sorry, I did not mean to scare you. I'm Reagan.” With a cute smile on his face, the guard answered. Amira raised her brows at him, puzzled by his presence in her room so early in the morning. Was he observing her as she slept? Did he see her cry? "What brings you to my room? Your name is irrelevant to me." Amira rolled her eyes, wiping her tears underneath her eyes. With his jaw dropped, Reagan gazed at the stunning woman before him. He had encountered her on multiple occasions and was perplexed by how to respond to her without escalating the situation. "I am one of the workers. I’m here to keep an eye on you, just in case you think about m