Heart Of Obsession Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

Susan swallowed hard. “I saw you with her,” she said, forcing the words out. “I just want to know why.” That was when his expression changed. Anger flared suddenly, violently, as though her presence alone was an offense. “Why?” he repeated. “You really want to ask me why?” He took a step closer, his voice rising, no longer caring who heard. “Look at yourself.” Her breath caught. “After you gave birth, you completely let yourself go,” he continued cruelly. “Fat. Bloated. You stopped caring how you looked. Do you expect me to stay faithful to that?”

“You’re mine now. There’s no way I’m letting you leave. Not after thirty days. Not ever. Ever since the first time I saw you dancing in that club with that mask on, I’ve been completely fixated on you. You’ve taken over my thoughts. My dreams. My fucking soul. I can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about you, about your body, your voice, the way you looked when you came on my cock.” I stared at him, heart racing wildly. “You can say all of this… but do you even like me? Like, actually like me as a person? Or am I just some obsession you want to sate?” His expression softened for just a fraction of a second, but the raw obsession in his eyes never dimmed.

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

He convinced and forced himself to move on or he tried to. His marriage had become a slow suffocation, it was a union of pity and expectations rather than love. The hospital visits, failed IVFs— it all made him dislike her. Not because of her inability to give him children, but because he pushed him to despise Audrey and she can never fit into Audrey's position. Now, sitting there and watching her, he realized the brutal truth. Helen was his past and should be treated as one. Audrey... was the one his heart beats for. She was the one he still longed for.

“You don’t understand love, Daniel. What you’re doing isn’t love—it’s obsession.” His expression faltered for the briefest second, but the storm behind his eyes quickly returned. “Maybe it is,” he admitted, his tone quiet but dangerous. “But obsession is what’s keeping you alive right now. You might not like it, but one day, you’ll see that I was right.” I took a shaky step back, my fingers tightening around the phone. “I’ll never see it your way.” His gaze dropped to my hands, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Drop. The. Phone.”

He was obsessed with me, and to him that obsession was the most beautiful thing in the world. THE END.

Damon on the other hand didn't seem to notice anything but was indebted, just kept typing on his computer. All sorts of feelings circulated inside my mind and soul, making me immersed in my misery until I heard and saw the front door of Damon's office swing open. My heart began beating faster than it already was as this startled both Damon and me, and we both turned our attention to the person who was standing behind the door. "Damon my love, I'm home." She screeched.

Charles adjusted himself well before settling down to business. The image of Hailey kept popping into his head and he stopped working. He placed his hand on his forehead and inhaled deeply. "Who exactly are you?" He muttered. No matter how much he thinks about it, the fact that she's proven hard to get makes him crave her the more. And once he wants something, he must surely get it. **** HOURS LATER*** The door suddenly flings open loudly, Charles frowned but when he saw Mr Monterio with Celine behind him, he needed no soothsayer to tell him what they were here for.

And Sebastian, he is consumed by obsession and love alike, would stop at nothing to ensure no one threatened the woman who had claimed his heart — body and soul. And as I felt his heartbeat against mine, I realized something undeniable: this obsession, this danger, this consuming passion—it was everything I never knew I wanted but could never live without. We were fire and flame, chaos and calm, obsession and surrender — bound together in a way that would burn brighter than anything else in the world.

I clasp my hands together under my thighs to resist the temptation of reaching out and touching him to convince myself he’s real. Jian clears his throat. My eyes move over the sharp lines of his profile bathed in the moonlight. I’m reminded how Jian’s new manly form is a little like a taller, more muscular Wang Yibo. Watching Mandarin dramas to ogle this particular actor is an allowed indulgence since my mom doesn't give me grief over it. It's her greatest desire for at least one of her children to learn Chinese.