I'm The Obsession Of My Cold-hearted Ex Novels & Stories

But for now, I was stuck in this room, feeling unhappy and trapped. The night was long, filled with tears and memories of a wedding I never wanted. As I lay there, my mind replayed the moment Marco claimed me as his wife. I despised him, not just for the marriage, but for the arrogance in his eyes, the smugness in his smile. He thought he owned me, but I would never let him believe he had won. “Dad,” I whispered into the stillness, as if he could hear me from wherever he was. “Did you imagine this for me? A marriage to a man who treats me like a possession?” The memory of Marco’s triumphant gaze during the wedding ceremony twisted my insides.

“What do you want?” She rolled her eyes. “Nice to see you too.” I remained silent. But that alone seemed to annoy her. Good. Lately, everything she did annoyed me too. But the reality of it wasn’t exactly pleasing, as years ago I would have done anything for her. Now I barely tolerated being in the same room with her. “Sebastian, you seem obsessed lately.” I didn’t respond to that either. “Your ex wife is back and suddenly you can’t think about anything else.”

Every muscle in my body tensed at the memory. “There wasn’t any love in her voice, no regret not even anger.” I slowly shook my head. “I realized something in that moment that I wasn’t standing in front of the woman I married anymore.” I sighed “Instead it was someone who couldn’t accept being left behind.” “And somehow…” “That frightened me more than anything she’d said before.” My mother’s expression darkened. “I was afraid you’d eventually realize that.” She folded her hands together. “Because obsession is far more dangerous than love.”

He didn't care to see that I was bleeding from what he had done. “You have no idea how I have missed you,” He whispered as he leaned further into my face. I moved my head back but he gripped my face and made me stay in one place. The chair had played a huge factor in me being in this situation. “If you move again, I will increase the cold and you might just freeze to death and nobody will get to have you,” He said through clenched teeth. I did not realize I was crying until I felt hot tears on my cheek. I was sad, sad that I might die and Damien wouldn't be able to save me from this man. This wasn't love. it was an obsession.

The madness is winning. I can feel it. This is what obsession thwarted looks like. I lean back slowly, eyes never leaving the screen. “If you’ve let someone touch you,” I murmur softly to the empty room, “I’ll make them beg.” And when I find you again, little sister… You won’t get to run a second time. I will use you, I will ruin you and I will finally own you. Two years of searching. Of hunting. Of tearing through cities and contacts and whispers.

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

He leaned closer, his eyes drifting over my dress, pausing at the collar. “You were always mine,” he whispered, darkly amused. “Now the world knows it.” I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hurl every curse I knew in his arrogant, gorgeous face. But all I did was sit there. Frozen. Because somewhere deep inside, a broken part of me still remembered what it felt like to be held by this man. To be touched by him. To be loved—before he turned cold and disappeared, before he became the monster they whispered about in alleyways and blood-soaked rumors.

“Because I’m obsessed with you, Ocean. Every part of you. Every thought you have, every touch, every moment of fear or desire — I claim it all. And I will never let anyone take it from me. Not Vanessa. Not Adrian. Not anyone.” She reached for my hand, fingers curling around mine. “I… I don’t ever want to leave you.” “You won’t,” I murmured, leaning down to press my lips to hers. The kiss was feral, possessive, claiming every inch of her. “You’re mine. Always. And I’ll make sure the world remembers that.” By the time we reached the penthouse, my obsession had only deepened. Every glance, every whisper, every brush of her skin reminded me of what I couldn’t risk losing. I needed her, wanted he

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

“You’re very talkative today, Audrey.” “Better talkative than watching my boss die stupidly from tetanus,” Reyrey replied casually, although deep down she felt sorry seeing Ethan looking so emotionally wrecked. After finishing, Reyrey tidied up the medical supplies. “All done. You should go home and rest.” “You can leave first. I still have things to do,” Ethan replied coldly. As soon as the door closed, silence once again filled the room. Ethan stared at both of his hands now wrapped in white bandages. The obsession he had suppressed for so long was beginning to grow wildly in his mind, rooted in an old love that had never truly ended.