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Chapter 7: A Dangerous Game
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2026-09-01 17:17:08
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His Hidden Obsession Chapter 26: The Things We Deserve
Claire’s words hurt, even though they’re true. But I don’t have the stomach to face the truth twice in one day. I can bear hearing it from my own lips, but whenever it comes from Claire, it always stings.I start to walk away. “I don’t have time for this. I got to pick Grandma Liza up from the airport.”She steps in front of me. “Did you ask Grandma for it to spite me? You know how much I’ve always wanted this ring. Did you manipulate her into giving it to you?”I raise a brow at her boldness, a laugh bubbling in my throat. “Are you listening to yourself?”I know Claire is spoiled, but I never knew she was this stupid. “You always do this,” she breaks down, shaky fingers running through her blonde hair. “You always play the victim. Make everyone feel sorry for you. Make Grandma believe you’re some poor little girl who has been mistreated by everyone.”“Hey. Watch your mouth.”She laughs bitterly, wiping quickly beneath one eye. “You really did it this time, didn’t you?”“Did what? Yo
His Hidden Obsession Chapter 25: The Other Daughter
Lex finally moves. He steps toward the bed. My heart begins to pound.“Lex…”He picks up one of the rings. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” I say quickly.He looks at me. His expression is unreadable. Then he takes my hand. My entire body stiffens. His fingers close around mine, and something about the gesture sends a strange shiver through me. Grandma watches us with a smile. Lex slides the ring onto my finger. My heart skips a beat. Then he takes the second ring and slips it onto his own finger. I stare at him in disbelief.What the hell is he doing?“Elena is mine,” he says. “I have no intention of ever letting her go.”Grandma’s smile widens. “There. I know I wasn't wrong about that look in his eyes.”What look? The hatred? The pity? Because those are the only things I’ve ever seen in his eyes when he looks at me.“I trust you’ll keep her safe?” Grandma asks Lex.I can’t speak. Lex grabs my hand and rubs it affectionately.“I will,” he replies. Then he releases my hand. He does
His Hidden Obsession Chapter 24: The Way You Don't Look at Me
My gaze drifts toward the floor. I didn't do anything suspicious with Lex. I open my mouth to argue—although I’m not telling her that I sucked Mask’s dick and almost died—but she stops me with a wave of her hand. “Never mind. I don't want the details. I need you to pick up your grandma Liza from the airport. She’ll be arriving this afternoon.” “Me? Why me?” “The seating arrangement has changed. Your aunt Carla wants to sit closer to the dance floor, and Claire is upset about the flowers. Everyone’s busy. You're the only one with nothing to do.” “Excuse me. I’ve got plenty of things to do.” “Really? Like what?” I pause, thinking hard. I can't answer. Nothing comes to my mind. Damn it. I hate it when she’s right. “Mom… We have a driver who can pick her up.” “He’s busy too.” “But Mom—” “Be ready by three. Get her a gift on your way.” She slams the door on her way out. I stare at it, completely speechless. How fucking great. I no longer have to endure just her two bitchy sis
His Hidden Obsession Chapter 23: Not a Nightmare
I wake up with a deep gasp, my heart pounding so fast as if I’ve just run a marathon in my sleep. For a few seconds, I don't move. I just sit there, taking in deep breaths, trying to fill my lungs with adequate air. I'm warm. I'm in my bed. In my bedroom I glance around at the curtains, the dresser, among other framed photographs sitting on the nightstand, I focus on the one of me and grandma hugging each other. For one stupid, blissful moment, I convince myself it was a nightmare. Then I move my wrists. I register intense pain immediately. “Ouch,” I mumble under my breath as I slowly pull my hands out from beneath the covers and stare at my wrists. Red marks circle them. My eyes widen in shock. I kick the duvet away and draw my knees up to my chest. That’s when I notice the tiny cut on my knee. I examine my ankles. Red marks circle them too. My fingers tremble as they travel toward my throat. A thin, tender cut crosses the skin. “No. No, no, no, no,” I whisper, panic rising.
His Hidden Obsession Chapter 22: His Possession
Mask begins to make delicate strokes with his tongue, as he makes good on his promise to taste me. “No, please. Don’t—”My objection shatters in my throat as his tongue sweeps over sensitive nerves with a relentless accuracy that makes my back arch off the damp soil. Despite my begging him to stop, my body seems to be doing the complete opposite of what someone who wants him to stop would do.I sob, feeling helpless. My mind screams at me to fight, to tear my legs away, but my body is pinned under the weight of his control. I start to writhe around him—not to get away—but to fight the swelling sensation his mouth inflicts upon me. “Ohhhh, fuck.. Mmhh,” a moan slips from my throat like a shameless wanton.Every stroke of his mouth is an intended claim, an intimate violation that draws unabashed gasps from my chest despite the horror twisting in my gut.I am Elena Beaumont. I am Elena. I am…“Ohhh, fuck… yeah, hmmm.”I can't help it. I’m embarrassed to admit how good it feels. My squi
His Hidden Obsession Chapter 21: The Darkest Night
I hear his voice. It’s low, almost gentle. “You shouldn’t have let him stay.”I think I’m dreaming.No.This isn't a dream. It’s a nightmare. And Mask is the monster. I can't believe I dreamed that he got into my room. How did he even find out where I live? Scratch that. Why the fuck is he still on my mind?I try to turn my head. Try to force my eyes open, desperate to escape the nightmare and stop seeing Mask. Suddenly, cold water crashes over my face. I jerk awake with a strangled gasp. My lungs burn as I cough, blinking furiously against the water dripping from my eyelashes. I’m shivering from intense cold.For several seconds, I have no idea where I am. Then I see the trees. Tall trunks surround me, their branches twisting overhead and blocking most of the moonlight. The ground beneath me is damp and cold. Leaves cling to my nightgown. What the fuck? This isn't my bedroom. Panic surges through me. I try to sit up. Pain shoots through my wrists. I feel the tightness of a cord ar
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