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“I have particular tastes, Sloane. Darker, more… intricate tastes than the common voyeur. I enjoy the corruption of ambition. I get off on the moment a woman like you chooses success over dignity. I want to witness that choice, intimately, again and again.” The food arrived, tiny, exquisite plates of things Sloane couldn’t name. She picked at them, her stomach in knots. He spoke of numbers, of conversion rates, of SEO for adult performers. He talked about her brand, “Luna Luxe,” with the cold precision of a corporate raider. He mapped out her first month under his patronage: a costume overhaul, a high-end toy collection showcase, a themed “Daddy’s Little Star” weekend stream. “The taboo is a

CHASE No one warns you that obsession doesn't come with an off switch. That even when the person you’ve watched, studied, and quietly adored from afar is lying in the next room, your mind will still circle her like a hawk, trying to protect what isn’t yet yours. When I saved her from that damned cliff, I remember thinking, this is it. This is how it ends for her. For us.

Chapter Two : Obsession In Revenge ** Christiana’s POV** They say obsession is addictive, my addiction started on a Thursday afternoon, in my sweatpants, with my hair tied up and revenge sitting heavy in my chest like a second heartbeat. I was scrolling through social media like the nights before, where grief blurred my screen and guilt lulled me into sleepless spirals. I had a vision, specifically a mission to seduce, steal and destroy. I wonder what Bryan Adams, the CEO of Adams Petroleum and Gas, would think of Bella, his fiancée when he discovers she was once entangled with my father, Giveon Salazar in a forbidden romance.

Pretty lies instead of the ugly truth staring them in the face. Cole tilts his head, studying the painting again. Something shifts in his expression—curiosity mixed with something darker. "So what do you see?" My jaw flexes. Heat crawls up my spine just thinking about it. "Obsession," I say. "That sick, beautiful addiction where you'd rather suffocate than let go. They're smiling while the ropes cut deeper. That's not love—that's needing someone so fucking bad you don't care if it destroys you both."

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

“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.”

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

"It's not about that, but ... I know what it's like to want something we can't possibly achieve." Ruby was stunned at that confession. Her surprise made Amber smile a little. Shifting her gaze to the top of the pine, the pregnant woman continued, "Obsession is blinding, isn’t it? It can fool our eyes to what’s right and what’s wrong until finally, we justify any means." For a few moments, no sound was heard. Ruby was busy contemplating, while Amber was lost in the fleeting nostalgia. The serenity lingered until suddenly, the spirit jolted Amber's consciousness to turn to the surface.

“That’s not even a fraction of what my diamond necklace is worth. Talk about a total failure. Your study notes came to nothing.” I smiled without another word. Displeased with my composure, Cassie leaned closer to rub it in even more. “He was still a cynical jerk to you even after you memorized all that information. Meanwhile, I take control of the conversation and ramble on about some celebrity gossip. He soaked it up anyway. He thinks I’m the cutest thing ever! “Whoever said that a man of science wasn’t romantic. It’s clear who he cares about.” Cassie smirked in delight and stared down at me with pity.

He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out. “What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…” “I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?” My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”