Todos os capítulos de His Hidden Obsession : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

My heart leaps into my throat as the footsteps stop right in front of my stall.The lock clicks open.I back up until my spine hits the cold wall behind me. Thank goodness this stall is larger than a typical public restroom stall. Anxious, I twist the ring on my finger as the door creaks open inch by inch.Mask found me. He wants his answer tonight. The door swings open another few inches. I brace myself for the worst. Suddenly, hurried footsteps echo through the restroom. Ten seconds later or so, the stifling silence is shattered by a burst of high-pitched shrieks and drunken laughter.“—and then Chloe literally told him he had to pay for the whole bottle! She fucked him and made him pay for it.”“She’s such a slut.”The door to my stall gets yanked back all the way with a strong force. I flinch, shielding my face, only to find one of Claire’s bridesmaids—a tall, perfectly contoured brunette named Amber—staring back at me. Relief rushes through me, but strangely, my chest is heavy w

His hand comes up to my cheek, keeping me steady as he ravishes my mouth, stealing every breath from my lungs. The kiss is possessive and commanding—he takes absolute control over every breath I take. The warmth of his body feels strangely familiar. I can’t quite place it. It’s probably the alcohol. Or I’m imagining things. But for some reason, being this close to Lex feels like being somewhere I’ve already been. I don’t understand it. And I don’t have enough sobriety left to figure it out. I pull back from the kiss. My breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps. I smile at Lex. He’s staring at me as if I’ve lost my mind. But I can't lie. I think I’ve actually lost it. My mind is a mess of tequila, fear, and desperate desire. It’s driven by an impulse I can’t control.“Catch me if you can,” I say, scrambling over the center console and throwing myself into the back seat. Lex doesn’t hesitate for a single second. The front door slams shut, and a heartbeat later, the back door swings open

I can’t stand the way my mother adores Claire. I feel invisible. Any time my aunts see me, it’s to ask when I'm getting married. So I’ve been in my room all day. It’s my last night at home and I’ve been sulking, while mentally and physically avoiding Lex.He doesn't seem that interested in me anyway; when he spoke to me earlier, he didn't mention a single thing about the event that took place between us in his car the night of the bachelorette party. He doesn't look like he regrets it either. But whatever.I can't wait to get out of here, and go back to my normal life, away from this family. An hour later, Claire comes into my room to persuade me to step out and have some last-minute fun with everyone. I don't know why I let her convince me. She’s also leaving for her honeymoon tomorrow. Now, I’m crouched behind a thick tree deep inside the woods.The rules of Manhunt are simple enough: neon glow-bracelets on our wrists, three minutes for the hidden to scatter into the dense estate wo

When you're in the darkness for too long, time loses all meaning. I don't know exactly how long it’s been since the chaotic incident in the woods. Maybe a few days. Maybe a week. I don't know how long I've been held captive—blindfolded, cold, and naked.Ever since Mask smothered my screams and plunged me into blackness, I have been kept in this airless void. Suspended in a suffocating silence where my only reassurance is the steady rise and fall of my own chest. I haven't seen him since.I’m not well, but I’m alive. That is the only thought keeping my fractured mind from dissolving entirely. There are no windows. No sunlight. No clocks. Nothing to tell me whether it’s morning or midnight. Just darkness and silence.The first time I woke up in this void, I wondered if Claire found Nathan. I wondered how broken she would be, and the thought made me sick with sorrow. What happened to the other bodies?The police must be swarming the estate by now. How is Grandma doing? Have I been report

No. A sob tears from my throat. Mask reaches into the box, pulls out a second slice of pizza, and hovers it over the bin. He looks at me, waiting.“I’m not letting you touch me,” I say defiantly, my voice cracking with anger.The second slice hits the bottom of the trash. He reaches for the third, ignoring my painful cries. I don't know how much more I can endure. Tears cloud my vision, but I see him perfectly in the back of my mind. He’s about to throw the third slice when my defiance breaks.“Wait!” I sob. “Stop! Please, stop!” Watching the food vanish into the filth is tearing my sanity to shreds. I can’t take another second of this hunger. “Okay! Okay! Wash me! Just please don't throw it all away!”Slowly, he turns his head toward me. I can feel that vicious smirk return.“Good girl.”I hate him. I hate that he made me say it. I hate that my body is so desperate for food that I would surrender even this small piece of dignity I had managed to preserve. Nothing else matters now, no