My Husband's Obsession | 18+ (COMPLETED)

CHAPTER 15

✧*̥˚ ISABELLA *̥˚✧

Okay.

I'm totally and officially sold myself to Anthony Campbell. I can't stop. Maybe you can say that I'm addicted to him now. I know this is stupid, but his touch and everything that he did to me are so fucking good. All those orgasms, though. Damn. It feels like you have found a man who knows your body inside out.

After the passionate sex in the office, we go home and take a rest. We are both so exhausted and need a lot of rest after the long days of our honeymoon and the long journey from the island to the house. We run out of energy.

I did my research a bit about his lifestyle. It's a wild ride...! I don't know what will happen in the future, but the way Anthony explained it to me one by one in the office, gosh, I am so thrilled by it. Does he have a playroom or something like that? I Googled it too. He didn't mention it. I'm curious what the room looks like, but since he is already asleep now, maybe tomorrow I will ask him.

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It's 11 p.m. I already tried to go to sleep early but I can't. This is what happens when my body is so fucking tired—the opposite. I can't sleep when I feel my body so tired and this is the first night I will sleep in this bed. It feels strange.

I think I will take a walk around this house. Anthony mentioned that he only hires a daily worker to clean the house and the worker will go home after 6 p.m. So I think this will be a perfect time to stroll around, exploring the house. No one is in here except me and him.

I go downstairs. His house is an open house concept, so the only door that I find downstairs is the room that I saw earlier when I arrived but didn't have a chance to see inside. Other than that; the living room is connected to the kitchen. A glass door also connected the garden.

I take a walk past the kitchen and living room. I go directly to the only room that I was so curious about. I open the door, and wow. Just by taking your first step into this room, you can smell the book's scent in this room. I think this is his workspace at home. This room looks like a library, with an office desk in the middle of it. There is a sofa near the window; this is a comfortable room to spend free time in. The books are neatly stacked on the walls, with black wooden shelves. I love this room so much.

Does Anthony love to read? I think he loves to read. The books fill the walls fully, like an actual library, you know. I see a pair of glasses lying on the desk. Fuck, I want to see him in glasses and read a book. I have a thing with glasses man; I just find them so fucking sexy and hot.

It will be super fun if he fucks me in here like a professor with a student. Shit. What a wild fantasy! My face turns hot imagining it. Earlier, I put an interest check; in role-play.

Most of the books in here are business books. Boring. I hate reading business books. I love reading romance novels. Do you all have any recommendations for good romance novels? I will love to read it.

I sit on his chair and I wonder what he keeps on his desk, so I open a drawer. I see a stack of documents, but there is one document that caught my eyes to fucking grab it and see it. This is some kind of document from a lawyer. Shit, it's tempting—so tempting to read. This document must be about what caused Anthony to be jailed. My heart can't stop thumping so hard.

I open and read that document and my jaw drops when I see two words that hit my heart so deeply: 'sexual harassment'. WHAT?? Wait, so, Anthony almost raped Luna?? What the... I can't... I can't read any further. I don't want to read the details. My heart was already hurt from reading those two words alone. Fuck. I fucking married a criminal who almost raped his brother's wife and I gave him... NO, I let him touch me without even trying to dig into his past, my heart feels so damn shitty right now, he is my first of everything... God, why my life is so miserable?? This hurt my heart like a lot.

I need to run away from here. I can't and I don't want to come near him. I don't even believe anymore in everything that he said to me. I believe he only wants my body. Fuck this...!!!

I go back to his room to take my clothes, and since he is still sleeping, I pack my clothes silently. I will use this opportunity to run away. I will take his wallet and his expensive car; count it as payment for what you did to me, asshole...!!! I want to slap that face so badly, but it will destroy my chance to run. Goodbye fucker!!

I grab a coat, his car key, and my phone. I hope he won't wake up when I decide to use his car. Quickly, I get inside the car and drive myself outside the gate. I guess he is too tired. He doesn't even realize I ran away.

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It's like, in the middle of the night, I tried to call Emma just to tell her everything, but she is not answering because it's already late and she probably already slept. Where should I go? I drive myself to a park and just parked Anthony's car in the parking lot. I lock the car from inside now. His car is tainted black, so it's good. No one will disturb me.

This is so... It hurts me badly. I can't believe it. I thought he only did something bad to Luna, such as stalking her and Dominic caught him. Apparently, he almost raped Luna, and this fact is just showing how bad he is.

So, all this time, when he decided to marry me, he only wanted to use my body? The disappointment that I feel can't be compared to what Luna felt that day and how come Luna and Dominic still forgave him and didn't warn me about him? His whole family didn't even let me know, at least.

I will send him my last message.

Me: You can go to hell, Fany, you motherfucker asshole...!! Fucking criminal. Don't ever come near me anymore. I hate you so fucking much. I don't want to be your fucktoy. Go ahead, search for another whore who will willingly be your toy. Goodbye. And thank you for breaking my heart so fucking bad. Liar.

Sent.

I think I need to find a motel to sleep in or just sleep in this car. His car is expensive; it's a black McLaren GT, for fuck's sake, and the seat is comfortable for me, who never tries to sit in a sports car. I learned how to drive a car when I was 18 years old. I used my cousin's old car. He taught me during the summer holiday.

Remembering my cousin, how about if I go to Luke's house? Luke is my cousin, who taught me a lot of things. He already looks like a brother to me, but he lives far away in San Francisco. It's probably a 6-hour drive from here. Jeez, a long way to go, but it will be good. Anthony will never know where I go. I need to send Luke a message.

Luke lives alone; his dad, who is my uncle, has already passed away, and her mom is already married to another man and lives in New York. I hope he can help me.

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