All Chapters of Liam’s Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Man in the Black Car

Rain poured heavily across the city, turning the streets into rivers of dirty water and flashing neon reflections.Denise Wells pulled her thin jacket tighter around herself as she stood outside Velvet Crown nightclub, shivering from the cold. Her sneakers were soaked already, and her stomach twisted painfully from hunger she had ignored all day.Tonight was supposed to help.Instead, it became another humiliation.“You really thought you could work here looking like that?”The woman at the club entrance laughed loudly, her sharp eyes dragging over Denise’s cheap jeans and wet hair.Behind her, two girls wearing glittering dresses smirked openly.Denise swallowed the embarrassment burning her throat.“I only came for the waitress interview.”“And I’m telling you we already hired someone prettier.”The girls burst into laughter.Denise clenched her fists.She needed this job.Her landlord had threatened to throw her out by morning if she didn’t pay part of the rent. Her younger brother

The Offer

Denise barely slept that night.Liam Dawson’s voice haunted her mind until morning.You will belong only to me.The words should have terrified her enough to throw the business card away the second she got home.Instead, she kept staring at it.Again and again.The black card rested on the small broken table beside her mattress while rain tapped softly against the tiny apartment window.Her apartment looked worse in daylight.Peeling paint. Broken ceiling fan. Cold darkness from unpaid electricity.Her younger brother, Mason, slept quietly on the mattress beside hers, his breathing uneven from the asthma that had worsened over the past month.Denise looked away quickly.That alone answered the question she kept asking herself.She needed money.Desperately.A knock suddenly echoed through the apartment.Hard.Aggressive.Denise froze.Then came the landlord’s voice.“You have until tonight, Denise!”Her chest tightened.“I’m trying—”“I’m done listening to excuses. Pay the rent or g

The Conversation

The blonde woman was still pressed against Liam’s side, smiling like she belonged there.Denise shouldn’t have cared.That was what she told herself.She didn’t know this man. She didn’t owe him anything. She was only here because she needed money.But her chest still felt tight.Uncomfortable.Hot in a way she didn’t understand.Liam’s arm stayed around the blonde woman’s waist, firm and familiar, yet his eyes never left Denise.That detail made everything worse.The blonde traced a finger along Liam’s chest. “You didn’t tell me you had guests.”Denise stood quickly.“I’m done here,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended.Liam’s gaze flicked down to her instantly.Something changed in his expression.Not concern.Not softness.Possession.“Sit down,” he said calmly.Denise paused at the door.“I said I’m leaving.”The blonde woman chuckled lightly. “Oh wow. She’s spirited.”Liam didn’t react to her words.Only to Denise.His voice lowered slightly. “You haven’t accepted the o

Not Yet

Denise stood still for a long moment outside the mansion gates, staring at her own wrist like it had betrayed her memory.There was no mark.No bruise. No redness. Nothing.But she remembered the pain clearly. The grip. The pressure. The way it had hurt so much she’d thought it might leave a mark for days.Her fingers tightened slightly.That wasn’t normal.A car horn blared in the distance, snapping her out of it. Life outside the estate kept moving like nothing strange had happened at all.Denise slowly started walking again.But she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed inside her the moment Liam Dawson touched her chin.Not just fear.Something worse.Something that stayed.—Inside the mansion, Liam stood by the tall glass window long after she left.He didn’t move.Didn’t blink.The city lights reflected faintly in his eyes, but his attention wasn’t on the skyline.It was on her.Even now.Behind him, one of his men entered silently.“She left, sir.”“I know.”

A Problem He Couldn’t Ignore

Denise hesitated for only a second before she followed him.That second mattered.Because the moment she moved, she realized something unsettling—Liam didn’t walk like a man expecting to be obeyed.He walked like a man who already knew he would be.The street behind them felt quieter as they moved. Even the injured man on the ground didn’t make a sound anymore, just watched them with fear as Liam passed.Denise kept a few steps behind.Not because she was afraid of him.At least… that’s what she told herself.But because being too close to him made it hard to think.“Why are you here?” she asked finally.Liam didn’t slow down. “You were being followed.”“I can handle myself.”A pause.Then, calmly:“No, you can’t.”Denise frowned at his back. “You don’t even know me.”“I know enough.”“That’s not—”Liam stopped walking suddenly.Denise nearly bumped into him.He turned slightly, just enough for his profile to catch the streetlight.His eyes were darker now than they had been earlier.

The Rules

Denise didn’t sleep. The bed was too soft. The room too quiet. And the mansion too large in a way that made silence feel like it was watching her. She sat up around 3 a.m., staring at the balcony doors. The city lights outside shimmered faintly, distant and alive—like another world entirely. But inside this place, everything felt controlled. Even the air. Denise pressed her fingers to her forehead and exhaled slowly. “This is a mistake,” she whispered to herself. A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. She froze. Another knock. Then a voice. “Denise.” Her body reacted instantly to the sound. Liam. She stood slowly. “It’s… late.” “I know.” The door didn’t open. He was waiting. That felt intentional. Denise walked toward it cautiously and opened it just a little. Liam stood in the hallway, dressed in a simple black shirt now, sleeves rolled to his forearms. Less formal. More dangerous. His eyes immediately found hers. “You’re awake,

The sound of the house breathing

Denise locked the door. Twice. Then checked it again. Still, it didn’t help the feeling that the mansion wasn’t something she was living inside— but something that was living around her. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the folded paper Liam had left behind. Names. Dates. Places she had walked, worked, stopped for food. Too precise to be coincidence. Her fingers tightened slightly. “Watching me…” she whispered again. A soft sound came from the hallway. Footsteps. Denise stood instantly. Slow. Controlled. Listening. The steps passed her door… then stopped. Silence. She didn’t move. Another second passed. Then the footsteps continued again, fading away down the corridor. Denise exhaled shakily. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered to herself. But her voice didn’t sound convinced. — Downstairs, Liam stood alone in the dim light of the grand hall. He wasn’t supposed to be there. At least, not like this. The mansion staf

The thing beneath control

Denise didn’t sleep again. Not after checking the lock three more times. Not after sitting with her back pressed against the headboard, staring at the door like it might breathe. By morning, exhaustion sat heavy behind her eyes. But the mansion was already awake. Too awake. Footsteps echoed faintly in the distance. Doors opened and closed somewhere far below. Life continuing as if nothing strange had happened last night. Denise got up slowly and walked to the balcony. The city outside looked normal. That was the strangest part. Everything looked normal. But nothing felt normal anymore. A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. She stiffened instantly. “Denise.” Liam. Her chest tightened slightly at the sound of his voice again. She opened the door just enough. He stood there like he hadn’t left at all. Same calm expression. Same controlled posture. But his eyes… They were more focused than usual. Like he had already been awake for hours

What he really is

Denise didn’t move for a long moment. The monitors behind Liam kept shifting—silent hallways, empty staircases, guards pacing slowly through the mansion like ghosts trained to look alive. But her attention wasn’t on them anymore. It was on him. “You keep saying things like that,” she said quietly. “Like I’m supposed to understand them.” Liam didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed on her face. Focused. Measuring. Then he turned slightly and walked toward one of the screens. “You want truth,” he said. “I’ll give you a piece of it.” Denise followed him with cautious steps. “A piece?” Liam tapped a control panel. One of the screens shifted. Not to another hallway. But to something outside the estate. The surrounding forest. Dark. Dense. Still. Then the image zoomed slightly— and Denise saw movement. Something fast. Too fast to be human. She leaned in without thinking. “What is that?” Liam didn’t respond. The figure moved again acro

The first break in the rules

Denise didn’t answer immediately. The word noticed kept echoing in her mind like something that refused to leave. Behind Liam, the monitors continued their silent surveillance of the estate—but now they felt less like security and more like warning signs. “I don’t like this,” she said finally. Liam didn’t react. “I don’t like any of this,” she added, voice tightening. “People watching me, you talking in riddles, telling me I don’t have choices—this is not normal.” A pause. Then Liam stepped closer again. Not quickly. Not aggressively. Just… inevitable. “You’re right,” he said quietly. Denise blinked. That was not what she expected. Liam’s gaze held hers. “This isn’t normal.” A beat. Then, softer: “That’s why I told you not to come here alone.” Denise frowned. “I didn’t have a choice.” “You did,” he said. Denise shook her head. “No, I didn’t. I needed money.” Something flickered in his expression at that. Very brief. Very controlled. Th

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