Obsession Millionaire

internet trying to fnd someone who can cooperate with this because there's no way I'm calling any woman I know. They would confuse the whole damn thing. They would think it was indirect, that I wanted to ask them

to marry me and I made a "joke". I don't understand women's minds, no one does, not even them; but I can bet.

that it would happen. So, when I've been browsing for too long searching, my cell phone beeps with a notifcation. I take it to see, opening the messages from my friend Samuel. He swears at me in greeting and

asks if I forgot that today is the day for him to choose his wedding suit. Yeah, I actually forgot. I leave the notebook with my search aside and get up to go fnd my very passionate friend, who sends a photo with our

other friends, all giving me the middle fnger. I smile. Two of us have already gotten screwed in this wave of love; my turn I pass with fying colors. I prefer to pretend. It's better to deceive my father with a false bride

than to see myself trapped forever, forever, by someone's side. I'm out. Chapter 1 Victoria 10:42h Where are you? 10:51am I saw that you are online. Answer me at 11:03 am You won't answer me, right? I'll go there then

11:04h I'll fnd your new address and you'll see me 11:04h whether you want it or not 11:05h you do the shit and you want to disappear ______________________________________ My eyes wander over the messages sent

earlier and I take a deep breath many times – so many times when possible in an attempt to calm down. He couldn't fnd it, could he? He's not even from the police! Only authorized personnel can collect addresses,

right? Of course you do, Victoria. Stop worrying. I get up from the sofa and go to the window, pulling the curtain a little and watching the activity on the street. I don't think he'll fnd me here, in a place so full of people. And I'm no longer recognizable. Now I have brown hair, not black. Apparently, I'm thinner too, as I'm

having to buy new clothes in smaller sizes. The cause of this? Probably the days I spent eating soup to save.

money for the rent on the new house: in another neighborhood, far away from it, trying to feel free again. And I

also got two tattoos. On the left thigh and another on the right shoulder. I'm no longer the Victoria I was months ago. Months in which I was still close to him, in that relationship that suddenly became suffocating. I

suffocate. And that's all we had, that's what I realized later. When I met Jacob that rainy morning at a bus stop

before going to work and he offered me company under his umbrella, I could not have imagined that this man would later be so inconvenient, with distorted ideas. I thought about refusing the offer to be with him

escaping the rain, after all, he was an unknown man at a bus stop. There was only him. And me. I also tried to take into account that he looked strange. I don't know if it was his appearance, his look, the combination of

the two with emphasis on that cap he was wearing and which made a statement together with the large and apparently heavy jacket that covered his body. But, at frst, he didn't give an impression of comfort being.

around him. Then I remembered that my mother was the one who used to judge people by their appearance and I ignored that – my instincts. I went under his umbrella and we started talking. Jacob didn't seem very

friendly at frst. He told me to be careful when I stepped on his sneakers, to stay still so he didn't get too wet.

and to stop rubbing his arm too much, which bothered him. That was very uncomfortable and I made any excuse, going to the other spot where there was a seat, to get away from him. Then he grabbed my arm,

smiled and apologized. He said he was having a bad day and offered me his umbrella so I could be alone –