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I enunciated. "Darling, I'm sorry to say this but you are naive, pure, and a bit stupid if I must add," He said and I scoffed. "What? Why?" I asked. "Love and obsession aren't so different, love can be beautiful but also very ugly. Love heals but it also destroys, love isn't easy and of course it doesn't have to be hard, but it is, not every day is the same there is always one problem or another people change with time, and love fades. People fall out of love too and it's not as easy as it seems, there are times when it becomes overwhelming and sometimes you just have to hold on even if it hurts. But when you are in love and also obsessed there is no way you'll let go" He articulated with a

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

“Sorry. Carry on.” I sighed again. “Yes, the guy I went on a date with. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month and now…he wants more. I want more, but hell, I’m afraid. I don’t want to repeat what happened before. I can already feel it. I’m already more than a little obsessed with him.” “Sometimes love and obsession are one and the same. Sometimes you can’t tell them apart because they’re no different. Love is thinking of someone every day, wanting to be with them all the time, needing to know everything about them. Just like an obsession is.”

“ I heard the news , I went to your house you weren’t there. Please Apples, tell me it’s all a joke. I went to your finally home, your father confirmed it. I wouldn’t believe it until I hear it from you “ He was still hopeful. Lilian crumbled to the floor sobbing as she remembered how they met. She was at a grocery store going through the fruits and vegetables isle when they bumped into each other. She was there to pick some apples and so the nickname stuck. He invited her for coffee and ever since then , they had been an item. “It felt like love at first sight” Lilian would tell anyone who was willing to listen. As she sobbed on the floor , she played another voicemail “ I saw the videos… I

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“No one else gets to see. No one else gets to know. You are Daddy’s little secret, and secrets must be kept in the dark.” He made love to her then on the floor by the desk, with a possessive tenderness that was more terrifying than any violence. It was the love of a man clinging to his own damnation, to the one thing that made the hell he’d chosen worthwhile. He worshipped the marks he’d made on her thighs with his tongue, then entered her with a slow, deep claiming that felt less like sex and more like a vow.

Zian uttered but his words brought that painful gloominess in Ezrene's face. “Happy endings are just meant for love stories but not for tales of obsession,” Ezrene's words were laced with that pain of not having a lover but an obsessor. Her words caused a smirk to form on Zian's face. Stepping closer to Ezrene, he placed his palm over her head which made Ezrene look upward into his eyes. “I don't know about obsession but the obsessor knows how to snatch happy endings from their fate which even lovers fail in doing, so don't worry,” he passed her an assuring smile which Ezrene just continued to gaze at.

Instead, it made her pulse race with an excitement she didn't fully understand. As Timothy helped her into his car, Nicole couldn't shake the feeling that she was falling into something she might never escape from. And the most terrifying part was that she wasn't sure she wanted to excape from it at all. Timothy Cole was becoming an obsession, and she was powerless to resist his pull. But what Nicole didn't know was that for Timothy, she already was an obsession-one that had started the night he'd claimed her completely, and one that he would never let go.

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.

The word hung between us. Her eyes went wide. "What?" "You heard me." "That's not love, Alessandro. That's obsession." "Same thing." "No, it's not…." "Isn't it?" I grabbed her face. Forced her to look at me. "Love is wanting someone so badly you'd kill for them. Love is not being able to breathe when they're not near you. Love is losing your goddamn mind when another man touches them." "That's not—"