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Chapter 33
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2026-04-28 06:07:28
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(Elena’s POV)I went again to visit him; I couldn't help it anymore, the pretense that our meetings were simply accidental, or a matter of fortunate timing. There was no more hesitation at the door, no more plausible deniability. Now, I knew when I would see him, and he knew when I would come. We didn’t voice it. It existed in the quiet spaces between days, in the way I moved through time with the certainty that everything would eventually narrow down to him.I got a reply text from him that we couldn't meet at the parish today, and the apartment will be perfect. The apartment was tidy, a development that unsettled me more than I cared to admit. I knew which floorboard creaked underfoot, which window refused to close properly; I knew precisely where he would be standing, and there he was again, as he always was, waiting.“You’re late,” he said, his voice quiet, and disappointed. “I hadn’t realized you were keeping track.”“I am.”Something tightened in my chest, not because of his
Sacred Obsession Chapter 38
Matteo's POV)I stood alone in the sacristy, the door closed, the scent of incense from earlier Mass still in the air. My vestments were neatly arranged, the table untouched, everything in its proper place. Everything was in order, except for me. I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against the table’s edge, and reminded myself to focus. That was what this demanded, not avoidance because control had always been the answer.And yet, my mind refused to cooperate. It didn’t scatter or drift; instead, it returned, precisely and deliberately, to her. Even the thought of her name felt like a transgression, a violation of the carefully constructed life I’d spent years building. It wasn’t simply wrong to think of someone, but how I thought of her, the fact that my thoughts weren’t neutral, was the problem. Closing my eyes didn’t help, as it never did. Memories don't require sight or permission; it replayed regardless. Her voice, her audacity, and even her moan echoed in my mind. The way sh
Sacred Obsession Chapter 37
I've been able to control myself for days now, I haven't go to tempt or test him, it's been hard but I really need to keep things low...I attended mass few days later but he didn’t serm to notice me, It shouldn't have mattered. It shouldn't have been something I noticed at all. There were dozens of people in the church that morning, voices rising and falling in prayer, movement, ritual and everything exactly as it always was. And yet something was painfully off. I think I really dread the thought of him getting over me..I sat in my usual place, every part of me arranged exactly the way it should be, but my attention was fixed on him.He stood at the front, leading Mass with a precision that felt sharper than before. Every word measured, every movement exact, nothing wasted, nothing personal. It was almost excessive, like he was overcorrecting. Like he was trying to prove something to himself, and God.I swallowed slowly, forcing my gaze forward when it lingered too long. This was w
Sacred Obsession Chapter 36
I couldn't sleep that night, I laid awake for hours after the house fell silent, staring at the ceiling, hoping for something, probably clarity, a sense of guilt, or anything that might resemble the person I was supposed to be. But there was no answers; all I had were memories, of his hand at my waist. The way he called my name, as if it were something too precious to touch....then the kiss!And somewhere within those thoughts, I realized something I’d been avoiding: I wasn’t confused, or overwhelmed, or even guilty in the way I should have been. I was…certain. That certainty was what truly unsettled me.By morning, the house was already busy, my dad was working on his computer, while my mum cooked breakfast in the kitchen. I moved through it all with an unsettling ease, answering questions, nodding at the appropriate times, and accepting my coffee like I always did. No one noticed anything was different, and of course they wouldn’t. This wasn’t something visible; at least for now.I
Sacred Obsession Chapter 35
After marco left, I had an itch to go back inside and look for Matteo; The church doors were still open, though the courtyard had emptied. The last of the parishioners had gone, no more voices here and there, I looked out to see if Sister Lucia was hanging around....She was nowhere to be found. I didn’t go to the pews, or kneel in prayer. I had no intention of pretending, I walked straight down the aisle, past the altar, and toward the sacristy. Surprisingly, my pulse wasn't racing. The sacristy door was slightly open, as I expected. I paused just outside, my hand hovering over the wood. This was the same place where everything had happened, where we’d crossed a boundary without a name we dared to speak. It was here that Father Matteo had ceased to be simply Father Matteo, and where I’d stopped pretending I didn’t want him to.I pushed the door open and found him inside, of course. He stood near the long wooden table, sleeves rolled up slightly, his collar loosened just enough to ma
Sacred Obsession Chapter 34
After a few days of living with the weight of my greatest sin, I decided to go to church, though nothing felt right anymore. I sat in the second pew, hands folded, back straight, maintaining my usual composed expression. From the outside, I knew exactly how I appeared: calm, devout, saint Elena. It was a persona I’d carefully cultivated for years. But inside, there was no peace. I could feel him. I didn’t need to look up for confirmation; I simply knew.Father Matteo stood at the altar, leading Mass with his characteristic control and measured grace, untouchable, or so it had always seemed. Except, not anymore. “Peace be with you,” his voice resonated through the church, steady and familiar. No one else would detect a difference, but I did. A subtle restraint, a careful choosing of each word instead of a natural flow. “And with your spirit,” I responded with the others, my voice blending seamlessly into the chorus. Yet, my mind betrayed me, replaying the scene in the sacristy just fou
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