Obsession: Her Final Vengeance Novels & Stories

I heard his mockery laugh, I hang up the phone feeling pissed about it, he owe me billions of money and he talk trash and brag about himself, I paced on both sides of my living room Suddenly, someone stepped out from the elevator of my penthouse, and my passcode beeped, someone was trying to get access to my house, I pulled my black leather couch open, brought out my axe and rifle, closed the chair again, slowly moved to the entrance of my penthouse, and I was ready to attack.

He said "So what are you gonna do right now?" She asked anxiously "Like always, Get rid if him," he said smiling "Get rid of what!! You ain't gonna do that while I fold my arms watching you!" She yelled "Juliet, I have no business with you for now, let me do my thing ok? The guy is getting on my nerves and I need to make him taste my venom, I want to snap the life out of him and break his bones to pieces.. I want to watch him scream while I enjoy torturing his ass!" He said maniacally

My thumb traced the rim of my glass while my free hand pressed against the aching bulge in my pants. The power flip was sweeter than any billion-dollar deal I closed today. But revenge was no longer the only thing burning in my chest. That was the dangerous part. I wanted him broken, obedient, collared. Yes. Yet I also wanted him crawling back on his own. Eyes glassy with need. Whispering that he could not breathe without me anymore. The obsession had sunk its roots deep. I killed the footage before the urge to stroke myself raw became impossible to ignore. My phone buzzed on the mahogany desk. The message I sent him hours earlier still sat there like bait in a trap. Final paperwork for Theo

I lock myself in the bathroom to pee and decide to wash my vagina quickly, I wash myself quickly and when I've finished I brush my teeth, put on some of my lipstick that was there and I'm left with just my panties on I take a good look in the mirror, take a deep breath, and decide to enjoy the evening with him, after all, I'm a grown woman and if I never have anything to do with Oliver again I'll get over it and move on with my life, thousands of people stay and then let go and move on with their lives and that's how it's going to be with me too if it ends tonight I want our last time to be epic. With that thought, I return to the bedroom and find Oliver sprawled on the mattresses on the flo

It appeared that the irresistible charm was having an effect on her. The ignorant driver who didn't notice Evidence's gaze towards him didn't mind but had to let his words out. "Miss Rose, please accept whatever he tells you to do. You don't know his man. He is feared by many, he is so…" At this point, he realized the dangerous gaze being thrown at him, the look describes these words that say 'only if eyes could kill.' The driver saw the fire burning in the CEO's eyes and had to shut up to avoid his flesh being fed to the vultures while he was still alive. Mike who enjoyed the scene was mute but had to let out a silent chuckle so as to avoid Evidence's wrath.

“If she begged, you’d take her. You’d say it was punishment, but it would really be a victory.” My fists clenched. “She doesn’t deserve me anymore.” “Maybe not,” Vanessa said lightly. “But you’d still want her. That’s your weakness.” I turned away. “Get out.” She lingered, smirking. “Careful, brother. Obsession makes men sloppy.” Then she slipped out. Davis waited a moment before speaking. “She has a point. Juries sense obsession. We need to keep your motives clean.” “My motives are clean,” I hissed. “She defamed me. I’m seeking justice.”

I tried so hard to breathe, inhaling and exhaling the small amount of air that kept getting stuck in my throat. The atmosphere within the office changed in an instant. The stillness vanished, replaced by an echoing rage coming from her direction. She pounded her fist onto the desk, making a loud crack that startled me. “What’s your problem, Sebastien?” she yelled. She finally yelled. Finally, the woman I used to know was back. If I weren’t so exhausted, I would have smiled in relief, because I couldn't recognize her when she was smiling and acting loving toward him—toward her ex-husband's former best friend.

But not for long. My men would continue to watch her. Not touch. Not interfere. I wanted her raw, stripped of the world she built around herself. And tonight, it had already begun. The wine. The frustration. The way she kicked off her shoes like she hated everything that had happened the moment she left me. That’s what obsession looks like at the start—small cracks. And cracks spread. I poured myself another drink and returned to the board. Checkmate was inevitable. It always was.

“You really think your little love for Cameron will save you?” My chest tightened at the mention of his name. “No. It doesn’t save me. But it gives me reason. Reason to survive. Reason to get back up, even when I can barely move. Reason to make sure you regret this.” “You’re obsessed,” he muttered, shaking his head like it explained everything. “Obsession will get you killed.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Then maybe I deserve it. But at least I’m not the one hurting someone else to feel powerful.”

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.