I have a secret obsession. You probably may wonder why it's a secret when I've made it pretty obvious on the gram. Everyone knows about my obsession, well, except him, of course. And the universe seemed to be on my side the day I got to be his maid for a few hours. Only that, I've never expected that a day that started so amazing could end so badly. I've never expected that I'd regret seeing him that day. Or that I'd end up hating him and avowing never to forgive him for the rest of my life. But destiny has a funny way of twisting with lives; just like it has twisted with me. And I ended up not just a maid for a day for him, but a live-in maid! And just when I thought I've hated him enough not to be fascinated by him, the universe showed me that I haven't even loved him enough. And he turned out not to be the person I thought he was. Breaking all those walls I've carefully built around my heart to crash without even trying to. Making me fall harder in love with him-just that this time, even though I knew that I'd never have a chance with the President's Son, it couldn't have been clearer. I loved him, but he had someone else. Carrying the little self esteem I have, I took the leapt of being with someone else. But...could I really live without the President's Son? Is the secret I'm hiding, meddled with the hatred of him that I buried in my heart, be an opener to something beautiful...or worse? Maybe Zafir's Story and I would be an epic lovestory. Maybe not.
I have a secret obsession.
And today, I've moved from stalking my obsession to actually invading its privacy. Well, I'm not a professional stalker and that's probably why I haven't been able to get so many information about my obsession, but today, I moved past the invisible barrier created for me by Gwaggo Jummai. I've moved past the stage of just staring from a far. I'm having a closer look, and to say I'm walking diligently on the clouds is an understatement.
You may call me a bit crazy when it comes to him; my obsession. And maybe, if there was a stronger word for obsession, something that would describe how I feel within me for him, I'd appreciate knowing that word. But for now, it's not like I planned to waste my time after having gotten such a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Today, Gwaggo Jummai couldn't make it to her work. It's a Saturday and the eldest son of her best friend is getting married, she ought to be there. The guy's mother passed away few months ago and it was left to Gwaggo Jummai to plan his wedding and thanks to that, I got to be here. In his chamber, staring at all his things. And guess what? I could be able to touch them! Feel his scent not just from that imaginary part of my brain, but his actual scent that I'd die to feel forever.
My phone rang and that quickly jolted me out of my reverie. I sighed as I pulled down the silencer. I knew she'd never stop calling me today, she'd keep on calling until she made sure I was no longer in his apartment. Knowing how obsessed I was, maybe it was fate that forced her to let me come in her stead today.
"Gwaggo," I called, placing the phone on my left ear. I'd rather save us both the stress and pick.
"Nasrin, I know that I've warned you enough not to make any mistake, right? But despite me being busy here, I called again." I growled silently. Will she just allow me to please enjoy this moment while it lasted? I still haven't even been to his room yet, still in the living room but I could live forever upon this emotion I'm feeling.
"I know you're busy, and I can clearly hear how chaotic it is over there, Gwaggo. Trust me, I won't make any mistake. I'd be done cleaning everything and rush there like you said, trust me on this."
"It's not like you're trustworthy when it comes to him." She sighed and I silently rolled my eyes. It wasn't like I tried to hide my obsession from her. She was the mother I've never had growing up and...despite having tons of friends, I'm friendless.
"I told you since that I'm over him, didn't I? I feel suffocated here, if I may say." I tried to sound as dull and bored as I could muster in this exclusive moment of euphoria and I heard her scoff.
"Get back to work and come here directly, okay?"
"Yes, Gwaggo." She ended the call without even waiting to hear from me and I put my phone back into my bag.
Like she said, I knew I had to be as fast as I could. She told me he would be back in two hours and I've probably wasted half an hour in this house, just looking around and doing all I could to avoid checking the room. Because knowing me as well as I do, I might end up cuddling myself into his bed and sleep amidst the scent of him. I'm that crazy over him!
I rushed to where she told me to find all that I'd need for the cleaning and get to work. The chamber wasn't just magnificent, it was exquisite. I knew this because I've been to the other chambers, houses and apartments in this Villa and I don't know if I'm judging them all with a clear mind or if I'm being hazy and misjudging everything because I'm drowsily obsessed with the owner of this apartment, but it's beautiful!
Not in a way that it looked more expensive than the rest I've been to, no. But because of the simplicity. The class and that invisible signature of him. You just had to know it belonged to him even if you didn't, because who would have had a better taste than this man? I bet no one.
There was nothing much to clean, but Gwaggo Jummai kept repeating to me how clean he wanted to see everything even though it was already clean. And I knew I'd take pride in cleaning where he lived, so I did it to the best of my ability. The two rooms I've cleaned showed no sign of life and I knew he might even spend over a year without actually glancing their ways.
I turned the door to the last room there and stopped midway when his scent filled my nostrils. I don't know if it's because I have such a great memory that I remember every single detail about him that ought to even be forgotten or there was more to it. But since that faithful day I've seen him six years ago, he still scent the same.
I closed the door behind me and walked deeper into the room. The vacuum I'm holding nearly slipped out of my hold and I held my scream. Never, not even in my wildest dreams-and believe me, I have the most impossible kinds of dreams when it comes to him-but I've never thought this could happen. This is beyond me just coming to his apartment for the first time. This is beyond me following his every move; on social media, in real life, when I'm chanced to visit the Villa and so on. This isn't me paying some workers to know what's going on in his life.
This...it's way too personal. Way beyond what I've imagined and ever prayed for to happen.
I blinked, not once but thrice. Because maybe, I have some sort of disorder and now, I began to hallucinate just because I'm walking around where he lived. But no, it's him. He was laying on his bed, the duvet brought up to his chest. I could see the vest that lay loosely on his chest and instantly became jealous of the fabric. And then his hair was dispersed to show he had been asleep for quite some time now.
He looked...like the angel he had always been in my life. My savior.
I didn't know I had dropped the vacuum and walked deeper until I found myself staring closely, maybe a little bit closer than it should have been. He was deep asleep. His eyelashes rested beautifully on his cheekbones and his lips, plump and luscious as I've already imagined them to look this close-were pursed a little.
I can't believe what's happening to me right now. My heart is beating so hard that I might suffer from tachycardia attack right now. My entire body was shaking. It couldn't be true, that's all my mind and brain were saying at the same time. But the way my heart was beating? It's the usual way it beat whenever I see him. And being this close to him, it was justifiable if it beat a little bit too hard to send me to the ER.
I pulled out my phone, because I knew I had to take a picture of him. Of him...sleeping as though there wasn't a lady out there, dying for him for over six years, whom he didn't even knew existed. I took a picture of him. Okay, if I'm being a bit honest with myself, took over fifty pictures of him in different angles, because that's how obsessed I am with him.
And just when I knew I should probably get the hell out of this room before he felt my presence and open his eyes-and then I'd have to hate myself for ever obsessing over him because he would never take it lightly. He may even have my life ended today. Or even if I was chanced to live, I'd have to turn this obsession into hatred because of what he'd chose to do to me. Yes, he's a bit harsh like that.
Saying he's harsh wasn't a strong word, right? Because I knew, if he were in a book, he'd be a villain in every story. But I'm not ready to accept that yet about him. He'd always be the most beautiful man in my eyes. The softest in my heart. And I'd always obsess over him-from afar, safely.
So, I took a last picture of him. With my camera turned to selfie mode, I acted like I was pecking his cheek from where I stood and snapped it. God! I can't believe this! I have a picture with him. My obsession. Zafir Anas Garko, the mighty, villain-worthy, President's son of this country.
And just like that, what I thought was the best moment of my life, turned out to be the worse. And like I predicted, this obsession that I had for him, turned to be hatred for him. Not in a way that I could forgive, no. But in a way that it was too fierce to be containable in my heart. I hate him.
I no longer have a secret obsession.
Now, I have a profound hatred. An enemy that still didn't know I exist. Still didn't care whether I was killed or my life turned upside down. And he'd never know that once, I had been obsessed with him. This President's son that turned out to be the villain in my story, as well.
It has been said that Ammar, The Vampire Prince that died 500 years ago would resurrect and everyone seemed to believe that but Esmeray, she had never even believed that there were Vampires in Dewhurst. Until one day she heard a shocking and frightening sound and when she asked, she was told that it was a sign to all Vampires that the dead Vampire prince was back from the dead and now, as the Vampire King She hated him for making her see and feel the things only Vampires should, when she knew she was human, how comes? Until he declared her his bride at the Virgin Runaway, Esmeray had no idea why she hated him so much. Until she got married to him, and she got to know that this hatred she had for him was only a pinch of the hatred she felt for him 500 years ago. Back then, as a Vampire.
He Choose Her, Yet He Wants Her Dead. Sevim had always lived a free live while she safely crushed on her brotherās bestfriend. But there was a change of events when she had to go a different world she had never been to in place of her dead twin brother. She wasnāt the one chosen by the Emperor, but her twin got killed 100 years ago and as said by her Mother, the Emperor had waited for 500 years and couldnāt wait any longer. Unless she wants her family dead, she had to step up. Which she did. Yet the moment she got to his world, he aimed a sword at her. He wanted her dead even though she was practically unkillable. Unless heād kill her and have himself dead as well, with their souls being intertwined by the Goddess of Life and Death. And as he set to the Magical World to find a way to untagle their souls so he could kill her, Sevim found secrets she wished she hadnāt, which would force her to kill him as well. Yet, as she dug deeper into everything, she found a more shocking mystery lying uncovered for the past 1000 years. A past life she had no idea she lived and would kill to know what it entails.
Anna Brayden is an only child, a spoiled brat. After her billionaire father died, she became of the richest young ladies in America. When she gets into a fight with a stranger she meets in the airport on her way to visit her boyfriend, her life takes a turn for the worse. He keeps on appearing whenever she doesnāt want him to. He hurts her and makes her cry, but despite the hatred she feels for him, he makes her heart flip and her hands get sweaty. Man, heās so hot!
He walked toward her and she kept taking a step back until there was no space between her and the wall. She stared into his eyes, they were so red that one could wonder if he spilled blood in them. She had always known vampires to have colorful eyes but his was different. The eyes of the Vampire King have always sent a chill down her spine. āYouāre my wife now,ā he whispered, as he took a chunk of her hair that she had to whimper softly. She wasnāt going to show him that she was afraid of him. āAnd so what if I am? Youād never have what you want from me.ā She uttered through gritted teeth and watched how he recoiled with anger. He was the Vampire King that resurrected after 500 years. When he set his eyes on Danika, the Queen of Trinnuiven Dynasty, his sworn enemy, now rebirthed as a poor and helpless girl-he knew it was destiny giving him a chance to revenge. And he turned out to want her in many ways he had never imagined he will.
āIāll marry him,ā she said, flashing a lopsided smile. āI donāt care about what will happen to him, so long as youād keep your promise, Iāll even kill him if you want.ā Yusrah had no idea she was having herself hitched with her nemesis. Sheād cry, sheād hate him even more and heād make sure she regretted the very day she knew him. She may be a Turkish goddess that had men dancing to her tunes, a fierce and powerful woman that was filled with venom, but that was the least of Hammadās worries. He knew she married him for a reason, to birth his doom. And heād make sure she regretted every minute she was going to live as his wife. They embarked on a marital escapade that was filled to the brim with hatred, quests for revenge and anger, but they had no idea what they would stumble upon in life may or may not change their views about each other. A dare will be set between them, and everyone was hell bent on making the other loseā¦while they slowly lost themselves to the sea of love calling out to them in Istanbul. Whilst fighting between themselves and the tenderness that whispered to their souls; secrets will be revealed, memories will be made, tears will be shed and hugs will be shared. Maybe even love will be confessed! Even though not all soulmates youāre meant to live forever withā¦they hoped theirs will last. Blind or not, they certainly fell in love!
Lindsey's fiancƩ was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancƩ. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
"Get undressed and wait for me in bed. Keep your legs open until I finish my shower," he commanded with the power of his Alpha status and as her mate. She wanted to resist. "Do you think I'm the same Luna you forced in the past? I refuse to submit to you. I won't let you touch me." He growled softly, feeling a hot desire for her. She was no longer the unattractive Luna he remembered - she was gorgeous. He wanted to devour her with his tongue. He pulled her close and pushed her onto the bed, licking the back of her ear, making her moan in pleasure. He whispered, "I won't touch your body. Just your p*ssy until you beg for more." He used to be next in line for Alpha and was under the control of his grandfather, the Alpha king. He had to accept mating with the woman he disliked the most - the daughter of one of the most powerful Alphas in the werewolf kingdom. If he didn't, he might lose his chance at being Alpha king after his grandfather's death. He thought he was mateless at the time. He didn't choose to mate with the unattractive woman, so he cheated on her day and night. But, one drunken night, he lost control and slept with her. Later, he forced her to break their mating bond. But, he discovered she was carrying his triplets. He forced her to be his mate again, or she wouldn't see her children again. Six years later, he was no longer weak. He was the Alpha king of werewolves.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
I ran after I died. The moon goddess gave me another chance to live. Married to a ruthless Lycan that was rumored to be cursed by the moon goddess herself. But I was killed by his minion... behind the bars of her torment... A new story began and he battled with his demons, in a world where truth was far fetched. I was his pawn, his toy, his game...until I discovered one night, when I was soaked in blood that I regretted the day I met him. I'd given up the Lycan beast, to marry a monster. I fled from the Alpha of Bloodmoon Park, the gruesome Lycan that every person feared, to be with this man that seemed soft at first glance. It made me wonder, what if I had stayed? The gruesome Lycan might be fearsome but I never heard him pierce a woman's heart with his claw. In a world where wolves howled at the moon and the lines between man and beast are blurred, danger lurked through the shadows, after the day I married the beast that visited my bed every night. Caught in a web of betrayal and deceit, the man I had fallen in love with had become the monster I wished I could flee from. A deadly threat to my life especially when I realized he was getting married to my step sister, the same girl that made my life hell when I was an omega. I wished I could get my revenge, but how could I, when I was lying in a pool of my own blood, dead? Will the goddess grant me another chance?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Eliza's life was destroyed by them: her boyfriend and her best friend. Five years ago, her boyfriend's career was at its lowest point and Eliza sacrificed everything to support him. However, her best friend fooled Eliza to be a surrogate mother. When her boyfriend led a successful career, he dumped Eliza because she had lost her virginity and had babies. It was just an excuse for the affair between the shameless couple. Losing all interest in life, she agreed to marry Mr. Valentine, a disfigured billionaire who likes to torture women in bed. It was said that his two exes died horribly in bed. Eliza didn't know that Mr. Valentine was the man she used to carry babies for. In this way, she got a handsome husband and a pair of adorable twins... """