Obsessive Lust のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The woman came running toward me and grabbed my hair hard that made me screamed in shock. Klein rushed over to stop her, while Damian stood between us, trying to block her. They did different thing. “Hey! Calm down!” Damian shouted, trying to stop her. “Jessica, stop it!” Klein said while pulling her away. He held her arm tightly and I could see the force in his grip like he was angry. But something hit me.....when Klein held me before, it was never like this because he held me gently, not enough to hurt me. With her, it was like he wanted to control her. And yes, it'd different. “Ouch, Klein! That hurts!” Jessica shouted because of the force of Klein's grip. “Can you please stop? You’re making a scene. Aren’t you ashamed of what you’re doing?” Klein yelled with his voice loud across the parking area. And that made Jessica froze. But only for a second. “Oh, now you’re protecting her?” she screamed while pointing at me. “You're the one who should be ashamed, Klein!” “Jus

I was instantly woken, and the atmosphere was dark. I scanned around, but the walls were difficult to see clearly. No window or anything to catch a whiff of fresh air. Nothing but four white, dull, constricting walls gradually closing in. My arms were pinned behind my back. They were taped there, tightly. Thick tape was smushed over my mouth. Panic filled my mind. I attempted to recall what I'd been doing recently. I kept reliving my past memories....to be with my mother, to be with Liam. There were seconds going by. Or maybe longer. Then I heard the sound of footsteps. Out of the darkness stepped a man. I didn't recognize him at first. He had a perverted, sadistic look on his face, a smile that gave me goosebumps. He had a wooden rod in his hand. My voice shook and quivered. "W-who are you?" I tried to say, but my voice broke with the effect of fear. His smile broadened. "You're the one responsible for my daughter's name being in shreds," he answered purposefully. "You humiliate

"You're pregnant, miss. Congratulations," the doctor said in an excited and energetic tone. I didn't know what to say or how to react. 'Pregnant'. That one word was suddenly loud in my ears. My whole life felt like it was spinning out of control. "P-Pregnant?" I stuttered, hardly identifying the sound of my own voice. The doctor nodded. "Yes, miss. You're pregnant," she restated once more. Then her voice softened. "And hopefully, the bruises, didn't harm the baby." Liam moved closer, gently holding my hand. He looked at me with quiet determination, and I could see the seriousness in his eyes. "Valerie," he said softly, calling my name. "You don’t need to worry. I know who the father is." He paused for a moment. "And I want to take responsibility. I want to support both you and the baby. I’m willing to do my part, whether that means helping you through this or stepping up as the father." I looked at him, surprised by his words and unsure of what to say. My dreams, my plans,

"Okay, okay. Just relax, all of you. I'm right here, I swear. Relax. I'll be right there, just hang in there a little longer." Liam's voice cut through the madness, steady and calm, attempting to calm those frantic worries back from him. His words were laid-back, nearly as though he was talking to children rather than a crowd of panicked, whispering mouths. He looked around, trying to get a grip on the situation, aware of how tense everyone was, even while he kept his composure. “Sir,” one of the security officers interrupted, voice sharp and tense. “This woman is making a scene. We’ve got a big mess on our hands here. If this gets out, it’ll make headlines, no doubt. We can't simply let her do what she pleases, especially that she is pregnant. We don't even know what is actually angering her or what may come next." His anxiety was evident. He had clearly seen enough riots and chaos to realize that losing control at this time would be an even bigger issue than anyone could possibly im

She looked at me with such intensity that I could feel the weight of her stare grounding me in place. Her eyes searched mine, searching for truth, for reassurance. I could feel my heart pounding harder and faster, and my hands trembled slightly as I quickly ended the call, a surge of panic rising within me. I didn’t want her to see me like this, to witness my rising fear, but the moment was impossible to hide. Then Zeph asked, her voice firm, “His baby? Your baby?” Her words echoed sharply, cutting through the tense silence. There was a clarity to her voice that made my stomach twist. Her expression was a mixture of anger and confusion, battling hard within her. Her eyes flashed with betrayal and hurt, and I could see her fists clench slightly as she processed what she had just heard. It was clear she was struggling to hold herself together, to not explode with questions or accusations. The confusion in her eyes was deep, as if she was trying to reconcile what she’d just learned wit