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

But I chose to give everything up for a man that wasn't deserving of me. He didn't have to say it, as it was something I already knew. My phone chimed again and I picked it up. It was another picture, and anger clawed up my throat, begging to escape. The picture was blurred because I had not yet downloaded it. A tiny voice crept into my head. Look at it. Feel the hate and let it fuel your revenge. And just like that, I downloaded the picture. It was the image of a ring, the band had a sapphire glow, and a large diamond sat on top of the ring.

Batista hurriedly explained all that happened since they left the house and all that she had bought in preparation of the meal she had promised to make that evening. His excitement seeped through him and it caught the attention of the man standing with a glass of deep, rich wine in his hand and looking towards the city from the glass walls in his living room. Vishal furrowing his brows as he caught Batista's excitement. Something reared its head from within him and his surroundings became cold. He applied excess force on the glass in his hand and it's stem snapped into two. Barista noticed that the temperature emanating from the phone was unbearably cold so he hurriedly removed it from his e

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

Every creak of the floorboards sent her nerves sparking. Adrian’s world had always been ruthless. She remembered dinners where powerful men shook his hand with fake smiles. She remembered the cold sharpness in his voice when he spoke to business rivals. She remembered how easily money and power twisted people. But who would go so far as to use her? The answer came with a sickening clarity. Lila.

“If you die now… How could I ever repay your love? I don’t like owing others anything…” The loss of blood weakened him. He signed heavily when he heard her calling out his name. “You don’t owe me anything… I just want to love you, with all my heart, so that I will have no regrets for loving you. Even if I die here tonight…” his body shook from the cold, and he tried to hold her just a little tighter, just to keep himself a little warmer using her body’s heat.

Her response showed her emotions making her voice unstable, she hurriedly walked out of the ward and I could hear the sound of her heels on the corridors as the sound faded slowly away, I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes once again Suddenly, I jerked off from the bed, bowing my head in frustration, pulling my black thick hair, like I wanted it off my head, her teary eyes hunted my imagination like I could see her in front of me, her soprano pitch voice filled with fear, her pleading didn't leave my ears, and I couldn't stand to see her get hurt, she's so different from other ladies I had encountered in life as a mafia king, would I be harming the wrong person, I thought to myself, I

"Why are you being so cold? I just wanted to connect. You wrote about love. I'm offering mine." I gritted my teeth. "What you're offering isn't love. It's an obsession. And I don't owe you anything." His crazy eyes glinted unnaturally as he leaned closer, breath reeking of cheap cologne. "You don't understand how hard it was to find you," he whispered with a giddy laugh. "You don't just do whatever you want and expect no one to notice. I noticed. I always notice you." His voice was silk over shattered glass.

On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results. First, it was my obsession with making more money than I could ever spend. I was obsessed with being the best in the game. But lately, all those obsessions seemed like something so laughable, like a child's play compared to the obsession I'm currently growing towards Iris Paige. It's infuriating, irritating, and fucking unbearable. The harsh reality was that I was completely obsessed with her. Addicted wasn't a strong enough word to even start describing what I feel. I could no longer run away from it like I did when I was twenty-three. I've officially hit rock bottom admitting that I'm full-blown obsessed with

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

Jasmine stood in front of this man, all she could remember was being bundled into a van on her way back from work. Her head was spinning,she was trying to understand why someone will abduct her, thinking of how to contact her brothers. "Hey, look at me" a cold voice said, he was so muscular, dark curly hair and brown eyes, he had a dark aura but he was sinfully beautiful. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to you, please let me go" she said in a shaky voice, she didn't want to ask for my offense ,doing all she can to avoid upsetting him the more.