Twisted obsession:A reverse harem novel

with the unsettling messages she was receiving, her thoughts were focused on the messages when a bass-tone voice broke t

her husband. "It's my pleasure, Sebastian. It's nice having you as my business partner," sh

face. But as she looked up at the godlike figure standing in front of her, The smile that had once been ef

him, her memory jolted back to her previous life like never before. She stared up at Seba

s on her elbow, supporting her as she tried

orgeous as ever, grazioso," he whispered in her ears ending his sentence in Italian. His voice sent cold

y don't you do her the honor of showing her around some of your art pieces while I take this

along I was Lucas's wife, so you became friends with him. You bastard." She glanced around, s

her paintings. "Well, it's nice to know you're not thrilled to see me after the passi

and decide it was a mistake. "And I came back," she paused, her voice betraying how resoundingly she had wanted to sound. "Alright!, I came back only to hear your

left me." His voice was barely a whisper, and Eleanor could have swo

ur husband's friend, nothing else, nothing more." He focused his gaze back on an eloquent painting, his brow furrowed. "It's no

-tailored suit. Her eyes stung with tears, her breath unstable as his words hit her right in her chest. She searc

spond, she didn't have any resounding reason why she wanted

outside to pick you up, It doesn't seem right to leave the

nor devastated. She grasped courage as she walked out of the art galler

street in New York City. The gallery's large doors and broad bodyguards signed a hint at an excl

up at the front of the event as she decided to take a

before her like a private walk, leading her deeper into the night, gazing up at the bright, beautiful night sky, her mind drifted to the last statement Sebastian made about

uzzed with the message from an unknown n

hands fidgeting as she glances down at a photo of herself taken just seconds ago,

p searching for who had sent the message, as sh

by the glow of a nearby streetlamp. She staggers back as the figure ke

The masked figure's face was twisted into a mischievous smirk, his eyes glistening with a threatening lo

er voice trembling with fear

k growing wider. "Yes," it says in a low