Novel & Cerita The Ex Obsession

THE EX AND THE INSTINCT {Playlist Suggestion: "I See Red" by Everybody Loves An Outlaw / "Streets" by Doja Cat} ~KOLT POV~ I turned around slowly, my hand still resting flat against the small of Chelsea's back where I had caught her from falling, and I looked right into the face of a ghost I hadn't expected to see in a place like this. Jasmine. "What the fuck," I muttered under my breath, completely dropping my polite society mask because out of all the people I expected to run into tonight, my toxic, money-hungry ex-girlfriend was at the absolute bottom of the list.

But it seemed like he liked the surprise. “Ella?” The man called. Lila wished the ground would swallow her up. What were the odds of ever running into her one night stand in her soon to be ex-husband’s office? What was Alex doing in Daniel’s office? She was still trying to find her voice when her eyes stumbled on the name plate on the desk. CEO: Alexander Gray

"I wanted to turn your own high-security corporate infrastructure into an execution cage for your marriage! I took your clothes, I took your coffee island, I took your bed, and for twenty-eight days, I proved to your husband that your entire life is nothing but an interchangeable script that any monster can perform if they carry the right reflection!" Ava Osborn did not answer her. She did not let a single word escape her lips, nor did she allow her jaw to tighten or her fingers to tremble against the leather cover of her ledger. She stood her ground like an unyielding wall of stone, her gray eyes wide, focused, and communicating a cold, patient awareness that completely stripped the tirade

He needed to prove that his obsession was stronger than their design. "You think you’re a symptom?" he panted against her lips, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, possessive heat. "Then let me be the disease. Let’s be so sick, so twisted, so obsessed that even the Vanes are afraid to look at us." As they stood amidst the ruins of the ledgers, a low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floor. At the far end of the vault, a hidden projector hummed to life, casting a grainy, black-and-white film onto the stone wall.

I say, giving up, I know that if I say anything back, she'll start talking non-stop. My mother says goodbye and we end the call, I feel silly and go to go back to my room. Allison is driving me crazy, I never thought that such a small woman could be so bold, she's pretty and I have to admit that, she's got a nice ass and nice tits, even though she's wearing a lot of clothes because it's cold I've noticed her body, at the fair I could appreciate her body and the truth is that when she gets nervous I get fucking horny, I've always liked women who are calm and more modest and I've only fucked myself up because of that, my ex-wife is the greatest example of how being too affectionate and patient

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“Okay, look, I’m thrilled for you, seriously. You deserve to be happy. But I have to ask the hard question, Reinna, and you need to think about this.” I nodded, bracing myself. “Go ahead.” “Did he say he loves you before or after he realized you were the only one who didn’t want him just because he’s handsome and rich? Did he say it before or after the sex got this wild?” Sarah asked, her voice gentle but firm. “Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?”

"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."

Probability of board fracture: 83%. I exhaled slowly, fingers curling around the armrest of my chair. “Then we’ll fracture it first,” I whispered. My voice was deadly calm, but my pulse was a storm of obsession and need. Every move, every strategy, every manipulation—I was doing it all for her. Not for the company, not for pride, not even for revenge. For her. Always her. The red numbers on the screen no longer terrified me. They were just signals, obstacles to be dismantled, walls to be broken down. Emma had underestimated the obsession of a man who would protect what he loved from anywhere, from any shadow.

He smiled dangerously and had them executed on the spot for daring to but young girls and making them into prostitutes. His phone rang at that point and his men told him they had Leila with them. He ordered that she be brought down to the pack for her to experience what it meant to infuriate him. Batista and Lorenzo waited patiently as Sam ran the image of the man they had seen with Leila in several footages through his system. "Eureka!!" He screamed which made both men jump on their feet. " I got him. Here's the thing. He's a cab driver and lives in sixty eight, Allen avenue. He closes around nine in the evening."