Todos os capítulos de Don's Dangerous Obsession : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CHAPTER ONEEMILIA“Emilia,” my stepmom rudely called. I cursed my luck wondering what she needed me for now. She was nothing but a pain in the ass and worse of all was that I couldn’t ignore her; otherwise, she would add to her anger.“I’m coming,” I yelled at the top of my lungs because the last thing I wanted was to get blackmailed by her again. “Yes ma’am,” I ran from the maid's quarters just to answer to her. She was seated at her usual spot in the dining, a warm expression on her face. I noticed my dad and step-sister—Sophia was also seated with them, which was rare since she’s usually not home by this time of the day, it didn’t take long before I guessed that things were wrong here.“Is there an issue? I asked, my heart racing fast in my chest.“Not at all,” Stepmom answered with a weird smile on her face. That was weird. She’s never looked at me with a warm expression on her face especially not with with a smile on her face.“Take a seat, dear,” she urged.I was a bit ala

CHAPTER 3EMILIAI stared at myself in the mirror, admiring my wedding dress. I would never have thought that Martin would let me pick my dress, I picked a not-so-expensive one although I wanted this one. The planner wanted me to choose it but I refused, it’s not like he wanted me or anything, I was only going to be a show for him, there was no way he’d want to spend so much on me but I met it in my room today, neatly placed in the corner. I’m sure that he was the one who probably got it for me but I was still confused as to how he knows.No one loves me to get me something this expensive, but was he a psychic?I was still daydreaming about my dress when the last person I’d expected walked in. I saw Sophia’s reflection through the mirror, a sinister smile on her face.“You look…Okay,” she said, walking over to me.I rolled my eyes at my statement and could’ve sworn that I noticed her gushing over my dress. “Nice dress, how much did it cost like fifty bucks? Was it from the thrift st

CHAPTER 5EMILIA His fist was clenched tightly. My heart started racing fast, my breath quickened. There was an expression on his face that I couldn't quite place. “What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice gentle but I could tell he was very displeased by my presence here.It felt hard to speak,like I was unable to find my voice. “I was looking for you and found this,” I clinged to the picture.He snatched it from me. Although he's not the most friendly person but was the first time he's ever been so stern with me. The look on his face got me deliberating whether or not to ask him about it.“Get out!” He lashes out. His voice was low but I could tell that he was trying very hard to control his anger.“How could I just leave? Who's that? Why do you have a picture of me?” I asked, my voice laced with anger.He stared down at me, making me realize that I was so short. I mean it's not like I was that short but he was six feet plus and I was five foot six. I was talking enough but

CHAPTER 7EMILIA I heard the sound of the doorbell, but before I could walk up to the door, the maid beat me to it. I didn't bother looking up until I heard a deep voice disrupting my attention.A familiar cologne hit me, and I looked up to see Martin. His tie was loosened, and his jacket was held on his right arm. We exchanged glances for a few seconds, and I returned my attention to the TV.“Hey.” he walked over to my side, sitting in the chair opposite me.He acknowledged me without being a jerk. It felt a bit new for me, but I tried to be as accommodating as possible. “Hi. I didn't know you'd be back so early?”He sighed. “Yeah,” he responded. “We finished up the meeting early, and I decided to come back home.”I responded with a slight nod. We didn't say anything for a few seconds, and I was still trying to get used to his presence. I found myself trying to recognize his cologne, and a sense of deja Vu hit me. I could tell that I'd smelled it somewhere but couldn't wrap my head

CHAPTER 9EMILIAWe were on our fifth ride, and I was having so much fun; Martin was hardly having any fun. He complained about the rollercoaster throughout and although he didn't want to admit it, I can tell that Martin is afraid of heights.I scoffed at his statement, my patience growing thin. “Can you shut your mouth for a second or two? I know you hated the ride, why make a fuss out of it?” “How can they let kids do those things? It should be illegal or something,” he claimed.I laughed at his statement. He was rapping about something, but I hardly listened; my eyes were fixed on the toys displayed, but we had to shoot over cans to win it. “Let's try that,” I dragged him. He groaned out of frustration while I giggled with excitement. I tried shooting the cans but missed the slot. It was frustrating and I had almost used up all my tickets. “Let me,” Martin collected the gun from me.The way he held it, the resilience and aura he had, I was unable to shift my gaze from him. He sh