The Powerhouse's Unlikely Obsession Novels & Stories

Hennessey’s POV The drive back to Kellen’s estate was even colder than the first. I wanted to mention my bags still stranded at the airport, but I didn’t have the energy. My mind kept circling back to the woman I’d seen at the registrar’s office. Her face was familiar, though I couldn’t place where I’d seen her before—or why she looked like she’d kill me if given the chance. Had I already made an enemy after barely a day of marriage to Masssles Country’s former most eligible bachelor?

Another man from the group chimed in with a bland tone. After pondering for a moment, Fane decided that he wanted to get some information out of the other party’s mouth. “Hmm... Since you all think that today will be my last day, can you let me die with understanding? For example: Tell me which powerhouses of America do you guys belong to? How strong is it, and how many people are in it? After all, I’m an incredibly curious person.” “Haha! Let me tell you then, kiddo. The powerhouse behind us is unbelievably strong, powerful, and with high authority. Anyway, it’s a power that you can’t afford to offend at all.”

Each movement burns, but I push the pain aside. I'm yanked forward like an animal being led to slaughter. My feet drag against the forest floor, and still, I walk because I must. I know what he wants now. He wants my blood. He wants to strip me of my strength, leave me hollow, and offer what's left of me to a stronger Someone he can control. Someone who will wield my stolen power like a weapon. I shake my head, heart racing at the madness of it all. How can one man become so drunk on power?

With that thought he worked through the entire night to find the real culprit behind the powerhouse destruction and finally had a breakthrough. The culprit first altered the power supply to the powerhouse and used high voltage power from an outer source to overload the current source in the powerhouse which caused short circuit resulting in fire. Powerhouse have loads of fuels, gunpowder and many fire friendly materials which made it easier to swipe it away. He hired the best hackers in the world to build a firewall against his system to protect the powerhouse but the culprit got hands on the passcodes of his security system breaking the firewall and took control over the power supply.

It's obvious you need some money. Desperation was a tool that the powerful could use to control those under its influence. Richard had long thrown me in that state and my stupid ass didn't even realise I was walking into it. He had come with a different Aura that had me intrigued but underneath all of that, he was on and the same with those vile perverted creeps back at the bar. So this was what he was truly like? An aggressive, sexually perverted bastard. Way to go, Lisa. I had fallen for his tricks.

She batted her eyelashes and I was led into a state of confusion amidst anger. "Hey baby." One of the men came towards my Eve and patted her shoulder. "I can fill you with the total satisfaction you want if you come to me. I can be all yours, right women?" He looked at the women and they blushed. "I have a high status in this company too and you can get all the wealth and savor that you want from me. I'm damn hot, baby." The moron made all the screws loose in my brain and I could feel my blood boil from my head to my toes

"Keep using my power to crush them. Because every time you do, it reminds me that I finally found someone worth burning the world for. I looked at our reflection in the glass the billionaire and the heiress, surrounded by the ruins of a corporate empire and the riches of a king. I wasn't just a guest in his life anymore. I was the architect of his obsession.

I removed the USB and scrubbed my footprints on the laptop, left where I improved the marketing and closed it. Ideas stabbed my insides again as I walked out of the office. Everything stemed down to money and power. I walked out of the office. Power is madness. The moment you taste it, you won’t be able to taste anything else. When it seeps under your skin and flows in your blood, it turns to poison. The best way to snatch power is by exploiting the human mind. People are simple. Make them crave something. Give them what they crave. Then snatch it from between their fingertips. I'll snatch the power and get what's mine.

I was well aware of what I was doing, and it was cynical. He was desperate to breath, but I was much too powerful. And I was draining him rapidly fast. His long-earned power, gained from swallowing thousands of souls, was easily stolen like this. Like a nightmare. Every vein of power leaving his body and entering mine felt like a quake, rocking our environment at the show of enormous power. I was intent to absorb him dry until there was nothing left in him but his rotting curse. I wanted to end this today. But it seems there’s a limit even in the pursuit of omnipotence.

You’ve owned their choices. My men thought it obsession. They asked me once, bluntly, why I spent nights in this small room of screens instead of sleeping like a man who’d earned his rest. They called it weakness in the language of men who’d never had what I wanted to see: the exact moment a person became two things at once — resistant and beguiled. They don’t understand that power is not simply the absence of resistance; it’s the slow architecture of temptation and the patient recording of its effects. A glance lingered too long on a cup. Fingers hovered over silk. She concealed a scrap of paper. Everything mattered.