The Ex Who Became His Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

After that night, I just couldn't get her and her warm pussy out of my head. On numerous occasions, I'd go to Vegas's nightclub to pick up a hoe and fuck them just to stop thinking about Ophelia but that only made me crave her more. I couldn't stop thinking about the ethereal picture of her, lying pliant in my arms and letting out soft, velvety moans as I fucked her to a stupor before shooting my cumload inside her. I wanted more of her. I had become obsessed with her and I knew I wouldn't rest until I found a way to own her even though I knew that statement of mine was nearly impossible.

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in

Her rosy scent drizzled in his essence as he breathed in sharply. “What is this. What’s happening to me.” He inaudibly whispered tightening his grip on her before closing his eyes. That time he realized that it wasn’t a lust. It was a desire. An obsession. A toxic obsession which had successfully seeped in his veins. And was ready to go to any lengths just to hold her there. In his arms for eternity. Because once Xavier Valentino desired for something then he wouldn’t stop to anything but will do anything just to have what he wants.

“If you and Janelle had a healthy relationship, I would have never released that video. But you saw how everything turned out. Janelle has been trying to ruin my life all this while. Besides, I thought you moved on.” “I'm married now, Gavin,” he says. “You're married?” Reagan's voice almost comes out as screech. “Then why the hell are you here making my life a living hell?” “I'm sorry he hurt you,” I smile at him before turning back to Pablo who has also shocked me by the fact that he's married. That was too soon. The man seemed to be so in love with Janelle. But if he's married, then what's the point of all his drama? When he and I made that deal, everything was simple at first. Until Janel

Why can’t anything ever go my way? Why do I always lose just when I think I’ve won? And why the fuck is the man I’m supposed to marry standing in front of her suite, arguing with her boyfriend over his right to see her? A cold chill runs through me as I take in the scene — the tension in his shoulders, the desperate edge in his voice. This isn’t just some unresolved ex drama. This is obsession. And I’m the idiot who thought I could change him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I force my voice to be steady, light, like my heart isn’t sinking straight into my stomach.

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

Until my stepbrother. That was the truly pathetic part. A masked man on a screen brought me back to life faster than my actual relationship ever had. So I kept watching. Night after night. Like an addiction growing teeth. I memorized his username. His movements when he pounded them from behind. His voice when he commanded them to suck his cock. Sometimes I replayed certain clips just to hear the low sound he made when he lost control. I started avoiding him around the house because looking at him became unbearable. And somehow that only made the obsession worse. Because now all I could think about was him.

"Crazy bitch! Get it together, my son has his eyes on Elizabeth the previous time and now those eyes are both stuck on that surrogate girl, there has never been a time that he has ever looked at you the same way that he has with them, you will forever be a friend and nothing more... It's high time you let go of that obsession" Obsession? Is this woman mad? I want to rip her hair off hair scalp right now, how dare she say that am obsessed when she is the one still clinging on her love for three decades now, she has refused to even let Xander's father be with another woman because of how much she loves him despite being married to another. Then if I choose to stick to Damon for the rest of lif