Gabriel's Obsession

Tangled Liaisons

Adrian stood alone on the expansive balcony, his broad shoulders rigid, his gaze fixed on the sprawling cityscape beneath him. The night air clung to him, heavy with the scent of his recently extinguished cigarette, but the cool breeze did little to soothe the tempest raging inside his mind.

The Hamilton mansion, an empire of power and blood, loomed behind him, a fortress where whispered betrayals and veiled threats thrived in every corner. Yet, even in a house built on secrets, nothing unsettled him quite like her.

Amelia.

The thought of her name alone ignited something deep within him—something that had no place in this family, in this life. She was a paradox, a beacon of innocence shackled in a world of corruption. She had no idea the kind of men she was trapped with, nor the depths of the darkness that surrounded her.

And perhaps the cruelest part of it all?

She still loved Gabriel.

Adrian exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his dark hair. He despised his  brother, not just for the man he had become, but for the way he treated Amelia—as though she were merely a possession to be owned, rather than a woman to be cherished. If she had been his, Adrian would have...

He clenched his jaw, stopping the thought before it could fully form.

She wasn't his. She never would be.

Behind him, the glass door slid open with a soft whoosh, and a familiar presence entered his space.

Jessica.

Draped in a silky red nightgown that clung to her curves, she moved toward him like a predator sizing up its prey. Adrian didn't turn around, but he could feel her eyes on him, trailing over his bare chest, drinking in his presence with smug satisfaction.

"I'm so lucky to have a handsome husband," she purred, her voice dripping with calculated seduction.

Her fingers brushed against his arm, slow and deliberate, a touch meant to entice. But Adrian remained unmoved, his expression stoic, his eyes still fixed on the skyline.

Jessica, however, was not one to be ignored. She stepped closer, pressing her body against his back, her hands trailing lower. "Adrian," she murmured, her lips grazing the nape of his neck, "why must you always make this so difficult?"

His patience snapped.

With a sharp movement, he turned, gripping her wrist with just enough force to make her pause. "Jessica," he said coldly, his voice low and edged with warning. "Stop."

She pouted, though frustration flashed in her eyes. "Why? Because you're still pretending to be a devoted husband in name only?"

Adrian's eyes darkened, his grip tightening. "That's exactly what we are. A marriage in name. Nothing more."

Jessica laughed humorlessly, pulling her wrist from his grasp. "We've been married for years, Adrian. Do you expect me to remain celibate forever?" She moved closer, her nails grazing down his chest. "I have needs."

His jaw clenched. "Then go find someone else to satisfy them, like the whore you are."

Jessica's eyes flashed with anger, but her lips curled into a smirk. "I don't want someone else," she taunted. "I want you."

Adrian let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "You want me?" His tone was mocking, dangerous. "Then let me show you who I am."

Before she could react, he grabbed her and shoved her onto the bed.

Jessica gasped, momentarily startled, but when she saw the raw frustration in his eyes, a wicked smile spread across her lips. "Finally," she murmured.

The room was filled with the sound of fabric tearing, hurried movements, and ragged breaths. Adrian was rough, fueled by pent-up anger and emotions he couldn't place, while Jessica relished the aggression, moaning in satisfaction at his unrestrained dominance.