Twisted Obsession: Possessed by my fiancé's father.

hina'

cially Lia

tween me and Dominic Blackwood-a cold, unyielding wal

oring me...

, no longer came to my room to check on me before bed, no longer barged into my b

on we had still lin

dominance that had always made me feel safe. But this time... his e

re about yo

if my answer would determi

is marriage, Seraphina. If yo

at I never sh

ove

li

s a neces

had agreed only to stay close to him, only to remain unde

hose words, I saw some

ng exti

ay on... he was

with me as he used to, no longer teased me with

d was a cold, di

you o

need a

relationshi

have a hap

py ne

py when he was no

sn't the only

id

r-as if I were living i

notic

how his sm

lent, how he no longer s

d

ger smil

at cou

-

as merely an arrogan

was

had imagined-more br

n words or looks. He w

ns to satisfy his desires. He didn't care if I cried. He didn't care if I begge

was only a matter of tim

to be innocen

, his hands gripping m

l be my wife soon, so do

his. I wasn

had no

sisted, he beca

eats, but over time... I

he worst. But with time,

hard I screamed in pain. My legs trembling from t

royed m

aw his marks carved into my skin. I wa

ted to tell Dom

help, begged me to tell him, to let

emained

h

nic was no l

e when I cried. No longer the man w

d lef

bandoned me... would he

-

couldn't bear

feet against the cold floor. I w

in front o

ated. I raised my han

his footsteps. Then, a soft

n between knocking

couldn

ddy

rom my lips before

s if I had co

sudd

oor o

disheveled, his features exhausted. He stared

g else... something th

t she is trying to seduce him, trying to restore him after she won and

ask why I stood at his door

ced out the words, "Sorry for

walked away, my t

ike I wa

if I were dying. I wanted to run far away. But if I

e been me there, not her. Perhaps he has already kissed he