The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary Novels & Stories

Prologue The cold, damp walls of the basement made Isabella shiver as she struggled against the restraints digging into her wrists. Faint footsteps then a door creaked open, spilling dim light into the room. Isabella squinted against the harsh rays, as a shadowy figure stepped forward. Rosa. Isabella’s breath caught in her throat. Wasn't she Nikolai’s late wife? She had once seen her picture frame in Nikolai's room. "Y-you..." Isabella stammered, trying to form the words.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

“Her name, her past, it's all fog and nothing concrete. You're about to marry a woman whom you haven't completely vetted. What if we're wrong about her?” “I'm aware.” My reply seemed to infuriate him, but he hid it pretty well. “Are you?” He pushed. “Because it looks like obsession, and in our world, it gets men like us killed.” My jaw ticked, but I stayed silent. Matteo was my right hand man for a reason, and this was one of them. Everything he'd said to this point was true, but you know what else was true? The fact that she was getting on my nerves. She intrigued me too.

As I tried to get a grip on everything I was feeling, one thought kept repeating in my head: I’d always known there was more to Marco and his organization than what I’d been told. I knew a lot, but something still didn’t sit right. And now, this guy—this Ronan—was shaking me to my core. It felt like he knew something even Marco hadn’t dared to tell me. Then he looked at me with a different kind of intensity, and just like that, everything I thought I knew cracked wide open.

“If I start turning into some crazed Tani creature, promise me you’ll kill me.” She just nods tightly. “ I will.” “How do you feel about Tai?” I can’t help myself in asking. Nakoa was a Noble for his father for years, she must know something I don’t. “I like him,” she affirms, although it takes her a moment to admit it. There has to be some moments in the past that have made her doubt her “Evolet never did, but she doesn’t…Didn’t like anyone. Why?” I decide I shouldn’t bring it up. Tai needs to be the one to explain what’s happening in the basement to me, or I need to see for myself, if that part of the estate hasn’t been trashed by Vaia.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

He blew out a heavy breath. The mountains of documents made his mood worse. He had just realized that Qeiza completely diverted his world. All this time, none of any women could ruin his concentration in working. It’s just Qeiza. Yep. Just the woman with the unique eyes could disturb his days. The stack of documents on his desk had become the valid proofs how much influence Qeiza had on him. “Ae Ri ....” Ansel muttered Qeiza’s name. “Who is she? There must be something behind her unfriendly attitudes.”

"Whatever she's planning, it happens in the next four days." I looked at the kitchen around me. Cam at his laptop. My father's coffee going cold. Outside, Seattle moving through its morning. "Come home," I said. "Tomorrow morning," he said. "Renner goes to oversight custody tonight." "Tomorrow morning," I agreed. I hung up. Looked at Cam. "A woman named Nora," I said. "British, Hunter-line, significant personal wealth. She's been running this from behind the ideology." Cam was already typing.

“You’ll see. When Grayson’s gone—when his empire’s dust—I’ll be the one you come back to.” Before Luna could respond, the sharp click of heels echoed down the concrete stairwell. Detective Nora Roberts stepped into the flickering light, her professional facade gone, replaced by a cold, predatory smile. The woman who’d offered sympathy, who’d shown photos of Elise, and when she asked her about Grace, she promised to find answers… was a lie. “You?” Luna whispered, betrayal crashing through her. “You’re with them?” “With them?” Roberts laughed, the sound venomous. “They answer to me, Luna. This entire operation—your abduction, the demands, the trap for Grayson—it was mine. Every move, every wor