VICIOUS OBSESSION

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wanted. She was here, under my roof, where she belonged. But as I glanced

t understand why, but I pushed

ough. After all, she was min

's not fitting for someone so beautiful to look like this." The maids moved closer to her, gently hel

watched as the maids escorted her out of the room, her protests gr

upted when Lucy, one of the women I used to pass my time with, walked into the room. Her sharp heel

something in me-a rage I couldn't control. Before I even realized what I was doing, my hand shot out, g

truggles grew weaker, and for a brief moment, I considered ending it right then and

ust. She glared at me, her face pale, but she didn't dare speak. Without anoth

rent from anyone I'd ever known. And while I couldn't explain it, I knew one thin

nything to make

he looked like a cornered animal, ready to fight even when she knew the odds weren't in her favor. She was stunning, even now, with her hair messy and her cheeks flushed with anger. But it wasn't just her beauty that intrigued me-it was the fire in her

nk of it as... relocating." Her eyes narrowed, her fury simmering just below the surface. "Relocating? You've rui

t didn't back down. I admired that about her. Most people would crumble under the weight of my presen

dangerous. Her breathing quickened, and I could see the conflict in her eyes-fear

that from the moment I saw her, I couldn't get her out of my head. She consumed my thoughts, haunted my nights. "You're special," I

r face. She flinched at my touch but didn't move away. "I don't expect you to understand," I said quietly. "But you're mine now. And I take care of what's mine." Her l

ge the fact that you belong to me." Without waiting for her response, I straightened and turned to leave. At th

as I walked out, shutt

hers to my will. But Rosana was different. She wasn't just something I wanted-she was somethin