The Ex Who Became His Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Dad… why did you borrow money from the Logard family in the first place?” Robert closed his eyes in shame. “Twenty years ago… I went clubbing with friends. I got drunk and made a terrible mistake. I slept with Emma. I couldn’t tell your mother—I didn’t have the courage. That one night stand resulted in Amy’s birth. Emma demanded money for the hospital bills and threatened to ruin my marriage if I didn’t pay. I had no choice but to borrow from the Logards… and in return, I promised that one of my daughters would marry Richard.” He covered his face. “When your mother died, I thought I owed Emma and Amy a chance at a better life… because my mistake created them. None of this would’ve happened

“Camden knew from the start that I wasn’t you, so it’s not my fault that the deal fell through. You owe me a replacement! “I-I should get Trevor Mynard in return! I’ll conquer him without a hitch!” The mention of his name stopped me in my tracks, and a knowing smirk tugged at my lips. “Sure. He’s yours.” Thank goodness. I’d had enough of Trevor’s obsession with being right all the time.

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

He Was Trying to make me angry but I was already in my shell and now I knew I wouldn't give him any reactions. His rude and arrogant nature. I really thought he liked me but now I was thinking he was just needing a distraction like he wanted last night. He just wants to get in bed with me but that's never going to happen. I am never going to be his slut. He wanted a sex slave, not a lover. Not a friend. Not a partner. I wondered if he might have treated his ex's the same way. It's just he is a playboy. I was thinking that and regretting all the times when I got serious for him. I mean I really gave it a thought. I was thinking perhaps after my mission I could talk to him and tell him about m

A rather blissful smile spread across his face and he looked at me with a strange happy look. “I ‘loved’ the panicked expression you wore when you saw me get stabbed.” What? “The look of pure horror after you realized what you had actually done.” He reached out his hands and placed them on my cheeks, “I loved how scared you were when you thought I was going to die.” My heartbeat started racing, “No one has ever shown me expressions like that. It was something new. It was something strange. I wondered why a random person would panic like that.” He whispered the words since he was really close to me, “But you did, and you did it for me.” I froze in my place, “ And that felt,” He paused, “Good.

that he was capable of draining a family dry before leaving a woman in ruins. He wanted to repeat the cycle. Take everything Rachael’s parents owned. Milk them dry. Then, discard her like spoiled wine. Yes, he told himself, patience was key. But even patience could not cool the fire that burned inside him every time he thought about Cassie. Cassie, his ex-wife. Cassie, the woman who had once been his possession, his jewel, his toy. Cassie, who had slipped through his fingers and chosen another man over him. He was obsessed with her still.

"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."

Charles adjusted himself well before settling down to business. The image of Hailey kept popping into his head and he stopped working. He placed his hand on his forehead and inhaled deeply. "Who exactly are you?" He muttered. No matter how much he thinks about it, the fact that she's proven hard to get makes him crave her the more. And once he wants something, he must surely get it. **** HOURS LATER*** The door suddenly flings open loudly, Charles frowned but when he saw Mr Monterio with Celine behind him, he needed no soothsayer to tell him what they were here for.