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I made sure she didn’t see me, but I was desperate for just one peek at her. * * * Then I got angry at how distracted she made me, but I couldn't stop myself. I’ve become obsessed like nothing else before, and I have to have her. I have to be near her. My actions may make me seem crazy, but at this point I’m already all in. What’s a little crazy on top of it?

Chapter one Aphrodite I watched the clock, willing the minutes to tick by. I just wanted to get out of this office, go home, and collapse onto my bed. The day's work had left me feeling drained, and I was just counting the minutes until I could leave. As I waited, I glanced around my office, not really paying attention to anything in particular. My gaze landed on a painting that had been placed there by the company. It depicted an eagle, gazing sorrowfully at a fish in the water. The fish looked sadly back at the eagle.

Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet guest house. He craved excitement, adventure—anything to rid himself of the heavy lethargy weighing him down. So, what better plan than to head out to the clubs? Without a second thought, Bryan dashed to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He rummaged through his wardrobe, tossing aside shirts and pants until he found the perfect outfit: a sleek black shirt and jeans that hugged his frame just right. Minutes later, Bryan stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar and running a hand through his tousled hair. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and left the room

and “What breaks first?” Adrian leaned against the desk, watching me flip through it. “You wrote about surrender in your essay on “The Monk”,” he said, reaching for the printed pages of my work. He tapped a paragraph with a red pen. “You said true obsession doesn’t destroy from the outside. It grows inside the ribs, wearing the shape of salvation until the host can no longer tell the difference.” He read it aloud in that velvet voice, and my nipples tightened painfully against my blouse. Hearing my own words in his mouth made me ache.

Possibly escaped from a lab. As crazy as a cannibalistic rabbit with swine flu. That’s the only explanation. I sit on the bed, lace my boots tight, and let the questions roll in anyway. I get how obsession happens. I get how a lunatic can latch on and spiral. But why me? Where did we even meet? And seriously — why me? I skip makeup, swipe on pink gloss, and stare at my reflection. I look normal. Annoyingly normal. Definitely not balloon-based-declarations-of-possession material.

"Oh. Oh, thank you. You're so incredibly kind." Drake watched her, his expression perfectly still, studying her hysteria like a scientist looking at a specimen. "You're sick," she hissed, stepping directly into his space, with unadulterated fury. She locked her eyes onto his. "You are completely insane if you think I'd be happy about being pronounced the Donna of this godforsaken, sinful slaughterhouse. Only a monster like you would want to chain themselves to a devil!" Drake’s lips parted, and a short, amused smirk broke across his face.

"When he suddenly left, I felt it as a sign to let go since he was no longer around and kept that hunger at bay. It's just that in the end, I couldn't..." And although, Alexa was listening, she couldn't help but be more focused on trying to release herself. "I have this throbbing feeling in my guts leading me to believe he's my one and only. That everything I own belongs to him if you know what I mean. I couldn't give myself to another man without picturing Leonard in my head. Even my dreams were constantly defiled by him. My life...my whole life felt encompassed by my Leonard." It was a pretty long, tiring story. A story that really shows how mental Mandy is. She thinks she's in love, but s

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

“I can’t keep living like this, not knowing when he’ll strike. Not with this thing hanging over my head. I'm tired of living in fear. I’m ending it today.” Her eyes widened, surprisingly brimming with tears and panic. “And what if you don’t come back? What then, Madelyn? What if he traps you, what if—” I didn’t want to listen to her. I pulled free, forcing a thin smile. “Don’t worry too much. I’ll be fine. I know what I’m doing. I'll be back soon.” “No, you don’t,” she shot back fiercely, almost shouting. “You don’t know what you're doing, Madelyn! This man isn’t safe, he isn’t rational… he’s obsessed! You can’t reason with obsession. Listen to me.”

“Not anymore.” I felt trapped beneath him, completely and utterly caged. His body pressed into mine, firm and unyielding, while his eyes stared down at me with a fire that made my skin crawl. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was obsession. Pure, raw, unfiltered madness disguised behind a broken man’s smile. “You don’t get it yet, do you?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face like we were lovers in some twisted fairytale. “You think you’re still in control. That you’re still yours.”