The Sweetest Obsession

Prologue 🌸

WARNING: [R-18]

This content may include an explicit scene; Readers discretion is advised. If you're uncomfortable leave. This chapter won't affect the upcoming chapters.

‼️Trigger Warning: Strong Sexual Content/ Mention of Rape‼️

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Maxelle Jane Lee was used to getting what she wanted.

As the CEO of one of the world's most luxurious hotel chains, she commanded respect and fear with equal measure.

Her sharp business instincts, ruthless decisions, and iron will have earned her a reputation for being cold and calculating, a woman who let nothing stand in her way.

Yet, the moment she caught a glimpse of her-Alanise Quesia Alvarez-the world shifted, and for the first time in her life, Maxelle felt something she could not control.

It all started one night-- a party for the elites, the type of gathering where power and wealth exchanged thinly veiled pleasantries behind designer dresses and expensive suits.

Max had attended dozens of these events, but tonight, as she sipped her champagne and surveyed the room, her gaze was captured by Alanise.

The actress and supermodel was everything Max wasn't-graceful, kind, and exuding warmth even in a room full of ice-cold pretenders.

Her features were striking: soft curls framing a perfect face, eyes that sparkled with sincerity, and a smile that seemed to brighten the dimly lit ballroom.

Max felt an unfamiliar twist in her chest. It was more than desire; it was an ache.

She wanted Alanise, not just to possess her, but to make her submit, to own her in a way no one else could.

And Maxelle Jane Lee was not a woman who allowed herself to be denied.

Max took a step forward, her eyes never leaving Alanise. People parted as she moved through the crowd, her presence commanding even without words.

She approached the actress slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. Alanise was laughing with a group of people, her hand resting lightly on the arm of Brent, the well-known actor and lawyer who worked for her company, Queens.

Max clenched her jaw at the sight of him. The idea of Alanise with another man-a lesser man-was intolerable.

But tonight, she had no time for jealousy. Tonight, she had one goal: Alanise would be hers- she wanted her.

"Alanise Quesia Alvarez," Max said, her voice smooth, almost a purr. She extended her hand, watching as Alanise turned toward her, their eyes meeting for the first time. "Maxelle Lee. I don't believe we've formally met." She introduced.

Alanise smiled politely, her natural warmth shining through, though there was a flicker of wariness in her eyes. "Maxelle, yes, I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you."

Max could tell Alanise was cautious, but she didn't care. She allowed herself to savor the brief touch of their hands as they shook, her eyes lingering on Alanise's lips.

"The pleasure is mine," Max responded, her tone layered with intent. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. A woman like you... well, you're hard to miss."

Alanise's smile faltered slightly, sensing the edge in Max's words.

She was used to compliments, but something about the way Max said it made her uneasy. Still, Alanise was nothing but polite.