All Chapters of Twisted Obsession; Fighting a Losing Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PROLOGUEDOMINIC“I can be obsessive about my interests.” That was my reply to the therapist’s question about myself.She lifted her eyes from the notepad, intrigued but careful. “Obsessive?”I nodded.“Alcohol?”I slowly shook my head with a small smirk on my lips.“Drugs?”It would’ve been easier if it were drugs. At least addiction to substances could be cured.“Women?”Woman, I corrected in my head.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The smirk on my lips told her everything she needed to know.Her eyes flickered to my mouth before she caught herself and swallowed hard. Interesting. She was trying too hard to maintain her composure.I was used to that and that’s why she intrigued me. She blatantly rejected my advances, when I could have given her everything she wanted and more.“Do you often give in to whatever it is that you want?” she asked and turned back to her notepad, ready to write.Not really. Wanting something and having it were two different things. There was no fun in ea

CHAPTER TWOSOPHIEThere was blood everywhere, on my hands, my face, and even on my clothes. I touched my arms, and my stomach but there was no pain, no wound on my body. Then whose blood is this?It was warm and sticky, and it sent shivers down my spine. My throat felt tight and breathing became difficult as I looked down at Ethan, and realized that the knife was buried deep in his chest. His white shirt was turning red, and the blood was quickly spreading out.I blinked rapidly. No. No, no, no. This isn’t happening.Ethan coughed, and he managed to smirk despite the pain. My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to help him, and press my hands over the wound to stop the bleeding, but my body wouldn’t move. I was in so much shock.Then suddenly, a loud scream filled the air.“Help!” Stella screamed and her voice was filled with fear and terror. “Someone help! Mr. Ethan’s wife is trying to murder him!”I quickly turned toward her and saw that she was at the office door, banging her fist

CHAPTER FOURSOPHIE“Hey, get up!” The guard’s harsh voice startled me and made me jerk awake. My whole body ached badly from the hard mattress, and my mind hadn’t been at peace since Dominic left. It felt like I had made a big mistake and thrown away my chances of getting back at Ethan.I sat up slowly and massaged my temples to ease my headache, “What is it?” I muttered.The guard didn’t respond, he just pointed for me to follow him. I took a deep breath as I followed him out, and my heart raced, “Is anyone here to see me?” I asked expectantly, but he didn’t answer me. He just kept walking and I had no choice but to follow him. When he reached the locker room, he unlocked a cabinet and took out all my old belongings and pushed it into my hands, “You’re free to go!”I blinked, “What?!” I asked him to clarify because it felt like I hadn’t heard him properly.“You heard me. You’re being released. Now take your stuff and get moving.” He said with a frown.Before I could stop myself, I

CHAPTER SIXSOPHIE“Sophie?” Ethan’s eyes were wide with shock but he was quick to mask it with a look of indifference, casually twirling his wine glass, then he took a small sip from it. “I didn’t know you were out of jail. It’s good to see you.”I knew Ethan, there was a lot on his mind. He was confused but he knew how to play his cards right and guard his emotions.“Well I can’t say the same,” I shot back. Ethan’s calmness infuriated me and I knew he was doing it to save face. I couldn’t wait to show the world his true nature.He smiled, it was small, almost like he found me silly, but he turned to Dominic and a cold smile formed on his face, “Is this what you settled for, Dominic? Friendly advice, you should be careful around this one, the last time I saw her, she almost killed me.”A muscle in Dominic’s jaw ticked and his arms around my waist tightened as he stared down at Ethan, “I’d appreciate it if you address me properly. We’re not friends,” Then he added quietly, “My choice

CHAPTER EIGHTDOMINIC“Who hurt you?” I asked, my voice coming out lower than I meant it to.She flinched like I was going to hit her. I wasn’t sure if that made me sick… or smug.“Let go of me,” she snapped, but her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be. She was flustered. Good. She should be. I didn’t pull her out of hell just to watch her play victim again.“It’s none of your business.”“It’s all my business,” I growled and took a step closer. Her scent was in my head now. It was wild and sweet, still the same as I remembered.God, I needed therapy. Too late. I had therapy, but I had my doubts if it was working.She tried to shove past me and I grabbed her arms. I didn’t mean to. Not really, but I needed her to stop and make her look at me. I needed to know if she was lying. If she was hurt or I had to burn someone alive.“Who hurt you, Sophie?” I asked again, quieter this time.She blinked up at me, guarding her emotions and showing me the fire in her eyes. It was my favor