BETRAYAL GAME HIS BOSS MY OBSESSION

PROLOGUE

    Eva had always believed love was enough. Until she met a man who showed her what obsession felt like. Henry loved her in the way a man is taught to love-gentle hands, soft words, a warm bed shared with quiet affection. He made her feel safe, adored. He smiled when she entered a room, kissed her shoulders while she stirred coffee, and held her like she was something precious. And for a while, that was enough. Until Lucas came into the picture. Lucas wasn't gentle. He didn't whisper sweet words or touch her like she might break. He touched her like he would die if he didn't. Rough. Demanding. Unforgiving. He didn't worship her, he consumed her. There was power in his silence, in the sharp look in his eyes when he walked into a room. He didn't need flowers. He didn't need promises. Just one look from him, and Eva's knees would weaken. Her breath would catch. Her morals would crumble. It wasn't love. Not in the way she understood it, It was obsession. It was danger. Temptation. A magnetic pull that made her forget the man who waited at home, who trusted her completely, who had never once looked at another woman. With Henry, she was cherished. With Lucas, she was claimed. And she knew it was wrong. She knew the fire would eventually burn her alive. But still, she returned. Again. And again. Because once you've tasted something forbidden, it lingers. Now, the lies are piling up. The silence is louder than ever. And someone knows the truth. Secrets unravels, confusion blown into the air, Two men. One woman. And a secret that's one message away from blowing everything apart. This isn't just a story about love. It's a story about betrayal. About power. About the part of them they try to bury, until someone dangerous digs it out. Eva made a choice the night she let Lucas touch her. But choices come with consequences. And hers? Are just getting started.