Cruel Obsession

Cruel Obsession

Vito

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I believed I had found my happily ever after with my high school lover, however, fate had other plans. After a painful divorce, I'm starting over in the city, focused and determined to rearrange my life. That is when I started receiving a mysterious package that has put me on a path of discovery and danger. As I try to uncover this mystery, I met this charming billionaire Julian Saint Clair. Who seems to be hiding secrets of his own. He is incredibly captivating, charismatic, and accustomed to getting what he desires. As we embark on a whirlwind romance, I am drawn into Julian's world of luxury and excess. But I soon realize that he's hiding secrets, and his past remains concealed in mystery. There's Julian's business partner, Ethan, who seems to have been stalking my every move. And then Sophia, Julian's captivating ex-girlfriend, who's determined to get him back. As I found myself torn in-between my growing feelings for Julian and my unease about his secrets, I receive a frightening message; "You may think you know Julian, but you really don't. Be cautious, or you might become his next obsession victim." My heart pounds as I turn to Julian, but he's not there. Instead, I see a figure hiding in the shadows, watching me with an unsettling intensity. And then, everything goes black.

Chapter 1 GLOOMY SKIES AND DEADLINES

"Trust me, Alex, you're misusing your ability writing for these internet blogs," Lily, my closest friend said, as she took a sip of her coffee at our beloved Capitol Hill café.

I gave her a sarcastic smirk, scribbling some ideas on my pad. "Hey, those blogs put food on my table, Lil. And it's not like I'm penning articles for The Washington Post or anything."

Lily snickered. "You should be. You're a talented writer, my friend Alex. You deserve more than some mediocre, low-paying job writing about the latest fashion trends."

A feeling of gratitude filled my chest as I smiled. Lily had always been my rock, motivating me to pursue my passions, even if they seem improbable.

As a Seattle based contract writer, adaptability has become my second nature. I penned articles pretty much about anything and everything, from latest tech trends to culinary critiques. It might not have been flashy, but it afforded me the means to support myself while pursuing my passion for storytelling.

I looked out towards the window, watching as the rain drops, casting a melancholic spell all around the city. I love days like this the most – peaceful and cozy, rainy days that make me yearn for the comfort of a good book and a warm cup of coffee.

Unfortunately, I have to resist the urge for a relaxing time today as I have a deadline to meet. I had a deadline to meet, and still have thousands of words awaiting completion.

I looked back at Lily, who was checking through her phone. "Hey, I really should be leaving. I've got a lot of work to tackle today."

Lily nodded, keeping her phone away. "Yeah, I will be working shift at the coffee shop later this afternoon"

We hugged tightly as I hung my bag over my shoulder. "Thanks for the coffee and the encouragement Lil. Just what I needed."

Lily's face lit up. "Anytime, Alex. Now go tackle that writing project and make magic!"

I laughed, feeling a jolt of motivation and grit. Meeting that deadline became my top priority no matter the obstacle.

As I was stepping out of the café, I was greeted by the cool rain splashing against my face and clearing my mind. I breathed in deeply, feeling the city's lively atmosphere. Seattle was a haven for creatives, where artists, musicians and writers just like me could thrive.

As I returned to my apartment, a compact studio situated in an offbeat building in the city's center. I cherish this place – the squeaky floors, banister, and the stunning view of the city skyline from my window.

As I sat at my desk, I felt a sense of serenity settle over me. This was my sanctuary. Comforted by my books, notes, and my trusty laptop.

As I got into a writing flow, I was lost in the story as the words were flowing effortlessly. Before I knew it, Hours slipped away barely noticing, as I was deeply engrossed in my work.

As sunset began to approach, casting a warm glowy light over the city, finally I took a breather as I stood up, stretching my arms lazily and strolled over to the window.

Gazing out at the city, I felt a sense of fulfillment and pride. I had not only nailed my deadline but had also produced some of my most outstanding work.

I was surprised as I turned back to my desk. A mysterious package had been delivered, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. No return address, no indication of its sender leaving me wondering.

As I picked up the package, I felt a thrill run down my skin. It was surprisingly heavier than I imagined.

I felt a sense of unease as I turned the package over. Who sent this? And what is this person's intention?

I was lost in thought as I stood there, contemplating, the package suddenly dropped from my hands as it fell to the floor with a loud crash.

I froze as my heart skipped a bit. I stared at the package. The wrap had torn apart revealing a small leather-bound brown book.

I felt a sense of curiosity and fear as I reached to pick the book. What is in it and who has chosen to share this with me?

A small note slipped out, hitting the ground as I opened the book. My heart pounding as I read the message scribbled on it:

"Rendezvous at the old clock tower this midnight. Come solo."

As I gazed at the words, I felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn't put the feeling off. Who had written this? And what is this person's intention?

I could hear the clock clicking louder as I stood there in terror, marking the hours until midnight.

And I knew it was inevitable for me to go.

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