All Chapters of Tangled Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Palmer’s POVA chilling sensation crept down my spine. I froze my eyes locked onto the familiar face of the news anchor and the head line displayed on the television screen.This could not be real, this could not be happening."Greenwood Electronics has declared bankruptcy. Legal troubles are mounting as the chairman and CEO, Mr. Richard Greenwood, faces accusations of fraud and embezzlement." The announcer said, his voice is cold, almost gleeful as if he was enjoying the downfall of someone he has never met.My heart pounds in my ears. My father? I watched in horror as a picture of my father, with his familiar warm smile that I was all too familiar with displayed on the screen.My eyes nor ears were not playing tricks on me, this was really happening."Palmer, is that… is that your father?" Claire asked, her voice breaking through my panicked state.I had no idea how to reply, everything felt fuzzy, it felt like the world was closing in on me. I could not breathe.Everything felt t

Palmer's POV For a second I forgot how to breathe, it felt like the world stopped. I could not believe my ears.My brain seemed to be failing me as I was struggling to process what Claire said.“What?”“He was found dead in his apartment, he was electrocuted in his bathtub.” she cried out, her words barely audible.And just then for the first time since our wedding night Arrow walked into the house. As soon as our eyes met I knew. I knew he was behind it.I was married to a killer, he had threatened to kill him and he did.I cut off the call and approached him.“Why? Why did you do that?” I asked, tears streaming down my eyes.“Do what?” He asked, giving me a nonchalant look.“Why do you kill him?” I asked, slamming my hands on his chest.“I don't know who you are talking about.” He said, but the coy smile on his lips said another.He was mocking me, he found my pain amusing. He was a psychopath.“You are insane, he was innocent. We broke up.” I cried as the realisation of Christians

Palmer’s POVThe coffee shop still smelled like cinnamon and burnt caramel when I walked back in the next morning, as if the air itself remembered the moment my hand had brushed his. I told myself it was ridiculous — a dangerous, ridiculous thing to be thinking about — and yet my fingers kept going to my phone as if searching for a message that might as well have been a lifeline.He was there, of course. The same easy posture, the same careless smile that felt like punctuation at the end of a sentence. He looked up and that smile widened, like he’d been waiting for me to return.“Palmer.” He said my name like it was something sweet he’d found on a shelf and meant to keep.I didn’t know why my heart clubbed so hard when he said it. “I thought maybe I should apologize for spilling coffee on your shirt,” I said, because small talk was a safe place to start. My voice sounded thinner than I wanted.He laughed softly, and the sound tugged at something inside me that had been bruised and un