All Chapters of His Hidden Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I hear his voice. It’s low, almost gentle. “You shouldn’t have let him stay.”I think I’m dreaming.No.This isn't a dream. It’s a nightmare. And Mask is the monster. I can't believe I dreamed that he got into my room. How did he even find out where I live? Scratch that. Why the fuck is he still on my mind?I try to turn my head. Try to force my eyes open, desperate to escape the nightmare and stop seeing Mask. Suddenly, cold water crashes over my face. I jerk awake with a strangled gasp. My lungs burn as I cough, blinking furiously against the water dripping from my eyelashes. I’m shivering from intense cold.For several seconds, I have no idea where I am. Then I see the trees. Tall trunks surround me, their branches twisting overhead and blocking most of the moonlight. The ground beneath me is damp and cold. Leaves cling to my nightgown. What the fuck? This isn't my bedroom. Panic surges through me. I try to sit up. Pain shoots through my wrists. I feel the tightness of a cord ar

I wake up with a deep gasp, my heart pounding so fast as if I’ve just run a marathon in my sleep. For a few seconds, I don't move. I just sit there, taking in deep breaths, trying to fill my lungs with adequate air. I'm warm. I'm in my bed. In my bedroom I glance around at the curtains, the dresser, among other framed photographs sitting on the nightstand, I focus on the one of me and grandma hugging each other. For one stupid, blissful moment, I convince myself it was a nightmare. Then I move my wrists. I register intense pain immediately. “Ouch,” I mumble under my breath as I slowly pull my hands out from beneath the covers and stare at my wrists. Red marks circle them. My eyes widen in shock. I kick the duvet away and draw my knees up to my chest. That’s when I notice the tiny cut on my knee. I examine my ankles. Red marks circle them too. My fingers tremble as they travel toward my throat. A thin, tender cut crosses the skin. “No. No, no, no, no,” I whisper, panic rising.

Lex finally moves. He steps toward the bed. My heart begins to pound.“Lex…”He picks up one of the rings. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” I say quickly.He looks at me. His expression is unreadable. Then he takes my hand. My entire body stiffens. His fingers close around mine, and something about the gesture sends a strange shiver through me. Grandma watches us with a smile. Lex slides the ring onto my finger. My heart skips a beat. Then he takes the second ring and slips it onto his own finger. I stare at him in disbelief.What the hell is he doing?“Elena is mine,” he says. “I have no intention of ever letting her go.”Grandma’s smile widens. “There. I know I wasn't wrong about that look in his eyes.”What look? The hatred? The pity? Because those are the only things I’ve ever seen in his eyes when he looks at me.“I trust you’ll keep her safe?” Grandma asks Lex.I can’t speak. Lex grabs my hand and rubs it affectionately.“I will,” he replies. Then he releases my hand. He does

I’m filled with utter disgust as Nathan's lips desperately grind against mine. I taste the whiskey and anxiety on his tongue which he’s forcing down my throat. I gag against his mouth, a wave of nausea crashing over me.But Nathan doesn't care. His hand slips under my cardigan, his fingers fondling my breast through my bra. He lets out a breathy moan as he claims the space I no longer want him to have.“Oh fuck, I miss this,” he groans.“Stop,” I whisper in his mouth, between his despairing kisses. I push against his chest, but he doesn't flinch. “Stop.”He ignores me. “Just one last time, Lena,” he breathes hoarsely against my lips. “Before I marry Claire. Just one last time for how we used to be. Let me fuck your sweet pussy just one last time.”Okay. I’m about to throw up. My stomach twists. The utter audacity of him—the repulsive, entitled audacity—explodes through my shock. I draw my right knee back with every ounce of strength left in my body and drive it directly into his groi

I should be relieved that Mask hasn’t shown up. Instead, I’m disappointed. It’s Friday. Two days have passed since he promised to return for my answer, and nothing happened. No masked man standing in my doorway. No blade against my throat. No footsteps outside my window. Absolutely nothing.And guess what? I wore that bloody red night wear he bought me. I’ve been wearing it every night, hoping he might come. But he never came. I spent the entire night anticipating his arrival. Every time a bird chirped outside my window, my heart jumped. Every time I heard footsteps in the hallway, I froze. When someone touched a doorknob outside my room, I stopped breathing. But Mask never fucking came.I should be celebrating. Instead, there’s this strange, restless feeling inside me, like I’m waiting for something that refuses to happen. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he decided I wasn’t worth the trouble. Maybe he finally got tired of me. I don’t know which possibility bothers me more. Has he mo