All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER ELEVEN I finally pick up the call, pressing the phone to my ear with a shaky breath. Hardin’s voice comes through immediately, calm and frighteningly certain. “You’ll receive a package soon,” he says. “Don’t be late.” I sit up straighter. “A package? Hardin, what are you—” But I stop myself. Arguing with him never goes anywhere. He always ends the conversation before I can make sense of anything. So I swallow my questions. “Okay.” He hangs up without another word. I stare at the dead screen, frustration bubbling in my chest. when suddenly the doorbell rings. I drag myself to the door, open it, and a delivery man smiles politely while holding a medium-sized box. “Delivery for you.” I sign quickly, take the box, and close the door behind me. Back in the living room, I set it on the couch and open it carefully. Inside lies a gorgeous white dress, sleek and elegant, paired with matching high heels, expensive, and glamorous. My phone beeps. A text from Hardin.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN I step out of the bathroom, steam curling behind me as I wrap the towel tighter around my body. My skin is warm, my pulse refusing to settle, that restless need still coiled deep inside me.I walk to my drawer, hesitating for only a second before pulling it open.The soft hum of the small box inside greets me, the familiar weight of it grounding and dangerous all at once. I lift it out slowly, my breath catching,because I know exactly what I’m reaching for, what I’m craving, what my body won’t let me ignore.I set the toy on my bed, staring at it like it’s a secret I shouldn’t have… but can’t resist.I'm lying on my bed, my legs spread wide as I reach for my trusty dildo. It's long and thick, with a suction cup base that sticks to the mattress perfectly.I wet it with some lube, then attach it to the bed, right at my entrance. I position myself over it, rubbing the tip against my clit and moaning at the sensation."Fuck, that feels so good," I groan

CHAPTER FIFTEEN We step out of the cab and into the neon-lit chaos of the club. The bass of the music hits my chest like a wave, each beat vibrating through the floor and into my bones. Cassie grabs my hand immediately, dragging me toward the dance floor with the energy of someone possessed. Her laughter is loud, electric, and contagious, and for a moment I let myself forget everything.For a few glorious minutes, I feel free. Alive. Not Amelia Jones the target, not Amelia Jones the fiancée of a ruthless man but just Amelia, dancing and singing along to every song, letting the rhythm clear her worries.Cassie, of course, is in her element, cigarette balanced expertly between her fingers as she sways with the beat, laughing too loudly, spinning around like no one can see her. She’s intoxicating, and I realize I’ve missed this, the raw, unfiltered energy of a friend who doesn’t care about the world for a few hours.I glance around, spotting a cluster of familiar club r

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN I sink into the plush chair, letting the soft fabric caress me, while Cassie and Sofia flit around the boutique like butterflies, holding up gowns and draping fabric with precision. Each dress is stunning, flowing silk, delicate lace, shimmering embellishments but for a bride like me, for someone who’s pretending to be happy, they feel almost unreal. I pick up a gown they bring me, running my fingers lightly over the satin, and for a moment, my vision blurs, and a single tear escapes, sliding down my cheek. I quickly brush it away with the back of my hand, forcing a smile. No one needs to know. They don’t need my shadow of worry today. Cassie notices and leans down, her voice warm and teasing. “Aww, Amelia… that’s tears of joy, right? Seeing these beautiful wedding dresses?” I nod, smile bright, and give her a little squeeze on the arm. “Absolutely. Overwhelmed. Totally emotional,” I lie, letting the truth stay locked away behind my practiced grin. They con

CHAPTER NINETEEN The morning of my wedding feels unreal. Not in a dreamy, floating-on-clouds way but in the way a storm stands behind a glass wall, silent but threatening. I wake up before sunrise, heart thumping, staring at the ceiling of the penthouse suite Hardin booked for me and the girls. My stomach is tight, my head too full. Today I’m supposed to smile. Today I’m supposed to walk down an aisle with cameras flashing, with people cheering, pretending my life isn’t a whirlwind of fear, secrets, and too-intense emotions. But I get up anyway. Cassie and Sofia are already awake, sipping coffee and rehearsing what they’ll tell the internet once pictures leak. They keep glancing at me as if waiting for me to tear up. I don’t, I can’t afford to. So I plaster on a soft smile and say I’m excited. Inside, I’m praying not to panic. The makeup artist, the hair stylist, and the stylist’s assistants move around me like I’m some rare doll on display. Brushes sweep across