Novel & Cerita The Obsession Nora Roberts Summary

Hailey stood up and he stretched his palm towards her. "Hold me so you won't fall," he said. Hailey laughed softly before placing her hand on his. They both left the living room. **** DEL ROSA'S MANSION*** Alberto sat in his study room, working on his laptop. He frowned deeply when he saw Charles had gotten almost all the businessmen to invest in his company. Charles has been his greatest rival in the business world. Yes, he's also rich and he's got some influential men around him, but he feels like Charles is a great obstacle to him. More reason why he's meeting him tomorrow.

"And I will do whatever it takes to keep you." In that moment, I comprehended that an excess of love could transmute into a toxin, one that consumed and corroded, distorting a once beautiful connection into a nightmarish stranglehold. I had to find a way out of this labyrinth of obsession and dominance, not solely for my sake, but for our daughters who deserved a life unburdened by the oppressive shadows that now loomed over us.

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

And as Isabella looked up at Dante with terror replacing joy in her expression, as he read the message and his face went hard with cold fury, she realized with devastating certainty that their story was nowhere near its ending. Some obsessions could never be satisfied. And Catalina Russo had just found its most powerful weapon.

From that letter, from that name, from the ghost of bloodlines past clawing up my spine. I followed the east wall path past midnight, letting the cool wind bite into my skin. Hawthorne House loomed behind me, stoic and silent, its magic humming low like a watchful heartbeat. Campus patrol wasn’t technically required for senior wolves this semester, but I volunteered anyway. It was easier to act busy than be left alone with my thoughts. I didn’t expect anyone else out this late. And I definitely didn’t expect her. Nora stood at the foot of the old observatory tower, half-shadowed, hands tucked into the sleeves of her oversized coat, as if she didn’t belong to the storm surging around her.

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

I pleaded, desperately peeling his hand off mine and swiftly walking away. As I hurriedly made my way towards the office I had been directed to, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that if that guy was indeed a worker there, how could he afford such an extravagantly expensive car? Pushing the question aside, I made my way to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Nora Roberts, I was told to resume today" I said to the beautiful blonde lady who looked nice. She returned my smile and searched through some files as she spoke "Oh you're the new Personal Assistant to Mr Nathaniel Lockhart"

“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