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Chapter 42 — The Taste of Nothing (Sarah)
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2026-05-02 21:52:49
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Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 50 — The Love That Never Was (Sarah)
In the following week, Rowan sent me a complete dossier on Lara. Pages and pages of information that I devoured in a single night.“Clara Mercer.” He read aloud, during our meeting in the cafeteria, the file open on the table. “Is that the name she uses now?”“Yes. She changed it after she ran away.” I confirmed, eyes fixed on the pages.“Why did she run away?” He asked, the pen hovering over the notepad.“Because she kidnapped my husband. Because she tried to kill him. Because she’s a criminal who escaped justice because of a flawed system.” The words came out in a rush, each accusation heavier than the last.Rowan wrote something in his notepad, his expression still neutral.“Did the police know?”“They did. But they closed the case. They said there wasn’t enough evidence.” I laughed, a bitter sound. “Evidence. As if her diary wasn’t evidence. As if the candles, the dolls, the circles of salt weren’t evidence.”“Strange.” He murmured, more to himself than to me.“Not really. She’s m
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 49 — The Huntress (Sarah)
The office smelled of old coffee and my silent desperation.I sat in front of the notebook, eyes fixed on the dark screen as if I could conjure answers through the sheer power of my obsession. The cup of coffee cooled untouched next to the keyboard, a thin film forming over the dark liquid. It had been like this for weeks — wake up, work, eat poorly, sleep poorly, wake up again. The vicious cycle of a woman who had lost everything and didn’t know how to get it back, who saw time slipping through her fingers like fine sand.Eloise called for the third time that morning. Her name flashed on the cell phone screen, insistent.“Sarah, you need to eat something.” Her voice came loaded with concern, that maternal tone she assumed when she thought I was exaggerating.“I ate.” I answered, eyes still fixed on the notebook.“A toast isn’t eating.”“Yes it is.”Silence on the other end. Then, a sigh I knew well — that sound of someone tired of arguing, but who wasn’t going to give up.“I’m worrie
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 48 — The Addiction Called Lara (Dorian)
Still with her trembling from the second orgasm — that muffled moan she tried to hide in her own arm, her teeth sunk into the skin so she wouldn’t scream and wake Aggy — I spun her with a strength I didn’t even know I had. Her back hit the cold tile with a muffled thud, and her dark eyes widened, surprised, hungry, pupils dilated with pleasure and expectation.The steam rose around us, fogging the glass of the stall, turning the world outside into a blurry smear.The hot water fell between us, running down our pressed bodies, our skins sliding against each other, hot and wet.“Look at me.” I ordered, my voice coming out hoarser than I intended, loaded with a desire that bordered on madness. I held her chin with one hand, fingers firm but not brutal, forcing her to face me, while with the other hand I aligned the head of my cock at her soaked entrance. “I want to look at you while I fuck you until you lose your sanity.”“Dorian…” She was already panting, her chest rising and falling ra
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 47 — What Is Only Ours (Lara)
During the week, the routine was hectic. Aggy at preschool, me at the restaurant, Dorian in the office giving online classes and supervising research. We met at the end of the afternoon, tired, dirty, hungry, but happy. There was something deeply satisfying about shared exhaustion, about the certainty that we were building something together.After dinner — I cooked, Dorian washed the dishes, a division we had established without ever needing to discuss it —, Aggy took a bath, brushed her teeth, listened to a story, and fell asleep. Her sleep was deep and undisturbed, sealed by the tiredness of playing and by the security of having two parents who loved her.Then it was our turn.The bathroom in the master bedroom was spacious, with gray tile walls that gleamed under the indirect light, an immersion bathtub we rarely used and a shower stall with a pressure shower that was our favorite. We liked the shower. The hot water, the steam that fogged the glass, the intimacy of a small space w
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 46 — The Calm After the Storm (Lara)
The days that followed were a discovery.Not of territory — the new apartment was already ours, the routines were already adjusting like gears that finally fit together. But of something more subtle, more precious. The discovery that we could be normal. That love didn’t need to be fiery to be true, didn’t need to hurt to be deep, didn’t need to consume everything around it to be real. For so long, I had associated love with obsession, with magic, with lack of control. Now, I was discovering that love could also be pancakes in the shape of a star and arguments about unicorns at breakfast.Breakfast was sacred.Aggy woke up early — very early — and her little footsteps echoed down the hallway to our bed. She climbed up without ceremony, scaling the mattress like a miniature mountaineer, and nestled between the two of us, her hair messy, her breath still smelling of sleep. She squeezed into the tiny space between our bodies and announced, every morning, without variation:“I’m hungry.”“
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 45 — The Day We Became a Family (Lara)
Aggy’s room was the last one to be finished. Not because it wasn’t important — on the contrary, it was the most important of all. Because we both wanted it to be perfect, for every detail to be thought out with love, so that when she walked in she would know, without needing words, how loved she was.The house-shaped bed, with a light fabric canopy that fell in soft waves, cloud-shaped pillows scattered as if they were floating. The tent in the corner, a secret refuge for reading stories and inventing worlds. The delicate swings hanging from the ceiling, the minimalist stickers on the walls — flowers, stars, clouds that seemed to move when the light changed. Her name in lettering above the bed: AGNES, in golden cursive letters.“She’s going to love it.” I said, standing at the door, my eyes misty.“She already loves it.” Dorian held my hand, our fingers intertwining. “And so do I.”“You love what?” I turned my face to him.“This. This life. You two.” He answered with a simplicity that
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