Obsessed | Jude Bellingham

07.

Bianca Dawson
Over-fixated
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Everyone has a past and everyone has their secrets. Everything done in the dark must come to light, they say. Well, not if you're really good at hiding what should never be found.

There's a certain thrill in knowing something others don't. It's like holding a key to a locked door that everyone else is desperate to open. The more guarded the secret, the more powerful the key.

Secrets are currency, and in the right hands, they can buy loyalty, silence, even love. They can topple empires or build them, depending on how they're used.

The world is full of people hiding parts of themselves, afraid of the judgment that comes with exposure. They bury their pasts, conceal their mistakes, and put on masks to face the world. But no matter how deeply they bury their secrets, they always leave traces. It's just a matter of knowing where to look.

A misplaced look, a slip of the tongue, a hastily deleted message—these are the breadcrumbs leading to the heart of a secret. And once you have the trail, it's only a matter of time before you uncover the truth. People are careless; they always leave a trail. The trick is to follow it patiently, methodically, until you reach the end.

Once you possess someone's secret, you potentially hold a part of their soul. You become a puppeteer, pulling strings they didn't even know existed. It's a dance, using their secrets against them without them realizing it. Push too hard, and they might break free. But with just the right amount of pressure, you can guide them wherever you want. I get goosebumps at the very thought of all of this.

But there's a darker side to this understanding. Knowing everyone's secrets means knowing everyone's pain. The betrayals, the regrets, the fears that keep them awake at night. It's a heavy burden, carrying the weight of others' hidden lives. But it's also a source of strength. Because in knowing their weaknesses, you become invincible.

Some might say it's a lonely existence, living in the shadows of others' truths. But I've always found comfort in the dark. It's a place where you can observe without being seen, where you can plan without interference.

In the end, it's not about the secrets themselves, but about what you do with them. Will I use them to destroy, or to create? To control, or to liberate? The choice is mine really. But whatever I decide, remember: in the game of secrets, knowledge is power, and power is everything.

Who the fuck is Alexis Evans?

What's her story, where is she from, what are her hobbies? Who the fuck is she?

I couldn't shake the image of Alexis. Her perfect smile, her confident demeanor—it all seemed too flawless. People like that always have something to hide. If there was one thing I was good at, it was uncovering dirt, and I had a feeling Alexis had plenty hidden beneath her polished perfect exterior.

If she had any skeletons in her closet, I will
unearth them.

I had always been good at getting what I wanted, for the most part. It wasn't just luck or charm; it was strategy and patience. I knew how to bid my time, observe, and strike when the moment was right. And now, with Alexis in my sights, I felt a thrill I hadn't experienced in a long time.

The first step was to gather information. I needed to know everything about her—her habits, her routines, her friends, her enemies. I started with the basics: social media. People were always so careless with their online footprints. A quick search revealed her profiles, but those were just the tip of the iceberg.

"She's stunning" Miguel said we browsed through her Instagram page, it was private but we found a work around for that.

"I don't know how I'm getting pulled into this 'we have a problem' no you have a problem. He's engaged wrap it up" Miguel said as he sipped his coffee, we decided to meet at a cafe close to my apartment.