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She just knows that he is the man who kidnapped her and forcefully asked her to marry him. She was thinking was he just repaying his kindness to her or was he really in love with her. Can someone be in love in just a few days? She was never in a romantic relationship so she didn't know anything about love couples anything. But one thing was sure she only felt haterd towards him. Alexander didn't know what she was thinking. He wants to give some time to her so she can open herself to him. He kissed her forehead and left her alone in the room.

Her voice dropped into a whisper, one that stood out against the silence of the parking lot. “You’ve never wanted anything the way you want her. You want her so badly it keeps you up at night, and you’re realizing more and more that you’d do anything, any number of unspeakable acts, just to keep her safe. Even at the cost of your own soul.” Her eyes darted off to the side, to the door Cole had vanished through. “Love on it’s own is a fragile thing. Do you want to know what makes love unbreakable? A healthy dose of obsession. Obsession drives you to do anything to keep her in your arms, while love drives you to keep her happy and safe. It’s the best of both worlds…” There was something in her

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

And there was something beautiful in watching him transform under the weight of love. Alli got up and wandered into the living room, sinking into the couch and curling her legs beneath her. The morning sunlight spilled across the floor in long golden streaks, warming her skin. She rested her hand over her chest and let herself breathe. This place still held the smell of him. The ghost of last night still lingered in her bones. And it wasn’t just sex—not even close. Last night had been something unspoken. Unleashed. Years of tension, regret, and aching love poured into every touch. Every kiss. The way his hands had moved across her body—like he wasn’t just claiming her, but apologizing for ev

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

He whispered between his teeth, soft but sharp: "No, you said you loved him a lot. Aren’t those feelings? I bet he’s in love with you… if not you with him. Friendship between a male and female is impossible. After closeness, instincts decide fate." His hand slowly slid down lower, tracing confidently and calmly, stirring my body. His touches were light but burning. My body shivered, and I whispered nervously: "Mr. Dorian, please… someone… might see us." I gasped as I heard the sound of a zipper opening.

“I lost everything because I fell for you, Ophelia. My family, my future, my sanity. I don't want a clean slate. I want you. Nothing else.” I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper. In any other circumstance—in a world where we were just two normal people—I might have felt a surge of happiness at the thought of a devotion so absolute. But this wasn’t devotion. It wasn't the kind of love they wrote about in poems. What Max held for me was a dark, jagged obsession born of hatred, betrayal, and four years of psychological rot. It was a sickness. And now I could see it in complete clarity.

Obsession demanded Maxwell love me back, regardless of what that cost him or anyone else. I’d spent years choosing obsession over love, and now I’d lost everything—including the right to call what I felt for Maxwell love at all.