บททั้งหมดของ Dark Obsession: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Faith's POV:The evening was unusually quiet as I walked down the street, my footsteps a rhythmic beat against the cracked pavement. It was one of those rare moments when everything felt still—almost too still. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, but I couldn’t quite place why. As I walked past row after row of identical homes, something about this small town seemed... off. The air was heavy with secrets, and the quiet seemed to speak of things unsaid.That’s when I saw it: a house with a “For Sale” sign planted firmly in the yard. It was beautiful, striking even—an older home with ivy climbing up the stone walls, the kind of place that whispered of stories and old memories. The woman standing next to the sign caught my attention as she wiped her brow nervously, her eyes darting to the sky, to her watch, and back again.I paused, curiosity getting the better of me. “Hello?” I called, my voice breaking the silence like a bell in the distance. The woman’s hea

Faith’s POV:I couldn’t help but be drawn to him. His eyes—intense, calculating—traced every inch of my face as if he were studying me, trying to unravel some hidden truth I didn’t even know about myself. There was something almost magnetic about his gaze. And for reasons I couldn’t quite understand, I felt an odd pull, an invisible thread tugging me toward him."Who is he?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them, my voice soft, as if I were entranced by the stranger’s presence. My gaze didn’t leave his eyes, those dark, mysterious depths that held secrets—too many, I suspected.Dimitry, sitting beside me, narrowed his eyes and immediately leaned closer, his posture stiffening with some kind of quiet fury. “He's bad news, doll. I’d stay far away from him.” His voice was low, warning, but his words only intrigued me more.I glanced around the club, the atmosphere thick with hostility. Every table seemed to be filled with people glaring at one another, eyes filled with malice a

Faith's POVI turn the key in the lock, the metallic click echoing in the quiet house as I secure the door behind me. The familiar weight of the night settles around me, cool and almost suffocating. My footsteps echo down the empty hallway, but my mind isn't focused on the house or the coldness creeping into the corners. My eyes are drawn, almost magnetically, to the building across the street.It stands there—silent, brooding, like a dark stain against the perfection of this pristine suburban neighborhood. The lawns are immaculate, the houses neat and polished, their lights twinkling through the windows like something out of a storybook. And then there's that house.It’s the kind of place you’d expect to see in some eerie old horror film—a forgotten relic in the middle of a fairy-tale setting. Dark, crooked windows like hollow eyes, its paint peeling, the structure sagging slightly as though the house itself is tired of standing. There’s something wrong about it. Something almost aliv

Faith’s POVI close the door behind Alessandro, and instantly I feel a fluttering in my chest. The kind of fluttering that makes no sense, but somehow makes perfect sense at the same time. It's like my heart's trying to do a little dance, and I'm stuck trying to figure out the rhythm. As I lead him into the kitchen, I can't help but wonder why on earth he would choose to help me. I mean, sure, I’m grateful, but we barely know each other. How did he even know where I lived?I lean against the counter, trying to act casual, but I feel that awkward, yet warm, tension in the air. There's a comfortable silence hanging between us, like we're both waiting for something to break it. My mind races with a thousand questions, but for some reason, I only ask one."I guess a thank you is in order for getting me home safe," I say, offering him a small, sincere smile. It feels right to say it, even if it’s the smallest of gestures."You don’t need to," he replies casually, as if it’s no big deal. "It

Faith's Pov:I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.When can I start living without fear of him? I thought aloud, the words hanging in the dark room, as if saying them out loud might make them true.Looking back, I could hardly believe how naive I’d been. Cain had twisted everything, made me believe that it was my fault, that I deserved every little bit of pain I’d endured. For so long, I believed him. But then Georgia had knocked some sense into me, telling me to run, to hide, that staying with Cain could very well be my