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She maintained a moderate volume, but I could sense the shock in every single word she spoke. Yes, that’s Mad, my beautiful stepsister with OCD, ADHD, and everything in between that you can imagine. She has been curled up on my thighs and holding me firmly ever since we got here. Mad has been obsessive with hygiene since I knew her and has made it very clear how much dirt makes her feel sick. So, this place is the exact opposite of her. I feel so stupid for dragging her into my shit. For hours, Mad has sustained a quiet tone in the cell and avoided by any chance looking toward the two men snoring in the space.

MAD “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. This bitch again.” He surprised me, too. His eyes glinted dangerously. “I don’t understand your obsession with her?” “Yes, that bitch again,” I growled. “And yes, that crazy loser princess.” Nites and Linden were right after all. Olive was right, too. I was just too blind to see the truth. “I thought you were over her. There’s a lot of fish in the sea, Mad. She’s hot, yes, but there’s a lot hotter and more beautiful than that crazy princess.”

I tried to pull my hand free. "You're insane." He remained silent for a few seconds. Then, in a chillingly calm voice, he said, "If you knew the crimes Gabriel has committed... you would understand who the real madman is." "And that includes what he did to you." I froze. What...? Before I could ask— The entire room shook violently. One of the flower vases crashed to the floor and shattered. Franz's eyes widened instantly. Then... That terrifying pressure filled the room, making even the air feel suffocating.

In his hand was a trash bag. I was about to say hello when my eyes caught the figure above his head. My smile froze. There, glowing in vivid red, was the number: 1,111. The worst part was that it was still fluctuating. My blood ran cold. That was pure bloodlust. It was a raw, undisguised intent to kill. I had never seen such a high value before. I once came across a creep on the subway at 300, and I thought that was bad.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

“And I will fuck their mother until she forgets every other man’s name.” Heat flooded through me like wildfire racing across dry tinder, igniting every nerve ending despite the exhaustion weighing on my bones and the uncertainty clawing at the edges of my mind. The car hummed steadily beneath us, the Portuguese countryside blurring past the tinted windows in streaks of golden dusk and shadowed olive groves. Matteo’s presence filled the confined space—his scent of salt, leather, and that faint metallic tang of blood from his injured hands wrapping around me like a promise and a prison all at once. I ground against the hard bulge straining in his pants, desperate for connection, for the raw pr

And then there’s Shane. Still wrestling with his unspoken desires, he finds himself caught in a dangerous web. He knows he can’t have Madison, not in the way his mind tempts him to. So, instead, he indulges in a quiet obsession of seeking out a woman on OnlyFans who resembles her just a little too much. It’s a secret, a dirty indulgence that feeds something deep inside him, but one that could just as easily set everything ablaze. The summer is in full swing, and while some relationships are strengthening, others are dangerously close to collapse.

“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.” The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession. I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny. “You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.” My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”