UNWANTED DEVOTION

THE STARTING OF OBESSION

LET'S TALK ABOUT CRYSTAL... 

Kian's POV

I opened the door, letting my dad in, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. He walked in and immediately sat on the edge of the bed, looking more like a predator than a father. I, on the other hand, sank onto the sofa, trying to remain composed. But my patience was fraying.

"What about her, Dad?" I finally asked, my voice edged with irritation.

"Did you like her?" he asked, his lips curling into a knowing smirk.

I glared at him, unable to hold back my annoyance. "I love Rose. She's my girlfriend," I shot back, the words coming out more firmly than I intended.

His smirk deepened, but there was something in his eyes, a coldness that sent a shiver down my spine. "Think before you say something, son," he warned, his voice soft but carrying an undercurrent of menace. "Because if you don't want her, I'm going to give her to Axel."

The moment those words left his lips, my body froze. A wave of blood rushed to my heart, and it started pounding furiously in my chest. I felt my fists clench so hard my veins began to bulge. My whole body grew hot with fury. I was no longer Kian—this was a beast awakened.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS AXEL, DAD?" I roared, my voice shaking with rage. My steps were heavy as I advanced toward him, my eyes burning with a fire I couldn't control. "AND DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT SHE WAS FUCKING MINE?"

He stood up, unfazed by my outburst, and smirked once more. "She is not yours, son. Your love is that lady, Rose," he taunted, the words mocking me.

The words hit me like a slap, but what was worse was the way they made me feel—like I wasn't in control of my own emotions. My fists trembled as my mind raced. Why was I feeling this way? Why was hearing another man's name near her so infuriating?

Without thinking, I stormed into the bathroom, the urge to destroy something overwhelming. I punched the wall with all my strength, feeling the blood trickle from my knuckles as it stained the white plaster. The pain in my hand was nothing compared to the fury burning inside me. I turned on the cold shower, letting the water douse me, hoping it would numb the rage coursing through my veins.

Dad followed me. "She has to be mine. That thing just belongs to me. Crystal belongs to me," I muttered under my breath, my tone low, almost eerily calm.

"CRYSTAL IS MY DESPERATION NOW, MY FUCKING PROPERTY."

The sound of Dad's footsteps approached, and I heard the creak of the bathroom door. He stood just outside, smirking, his voice almost mocking in its casualness. "Come outside. We're going to have a long talk."

I didn't hesitate. I stepped out, grabbed a black towel, and wiped my body down, the cold air stinging my skin. I slipped into fresh clothes—boxers and pants—and sank back onto the couch, trying to regain control of my emotions.

Flashback:

Crystal was just three months old when we first found out about her. Her dad, Ryan  Huster ,was my friend also he had been business partners with me for years. Ryan and I had started our business venture together when I was still in college, and everything seemed perfect. But things weren't as they seemed. Ryan, unlike me, started wasting money on meaningless distractions—clubbing, alcohol, women—while I focused on building something real.

i was in collage met your mother and ryan too.

Sia was different. She was ambitious, smart, and supportive. She believed in me when Ryan didn't. She gave me the push I needed to make our business a success, while Ryan's lack of commitment brought our early projects to their knees.

But then... I noticed something. I saw her with him—Ryan. At first, I thought it was nothing, but then I began noticing the smiles they shared, the small touches, the way she leaned in to listen to him. I felt it, deep in my gut, that something was off. And when I finally learned the truth, I was shattered. Sia had betrayed me. She had fallen in love with him. They ran off together without so much as a word to me. It felt like my world had crumbled.

In my despair, I sought revenge. I buried my grief in the need for power, wealth, and success. I turned to—illegal, dangerous methods. And when I had finally clawed my way to the top, I started searching for them. It didn't take long before I had them both at my feet.

I tortured Ryan over and over, in front of her, reminding him that Sia was mine. I wanted to break him, break them both. 

Sia begged for mercy, but I was beyond caring. I grabbed her by the hair and punched her, staining her face with her own blood.

"WHERE DID YOU TOUCH HER?" I demanded, my voice venomous, as I beat Ryan with an iron rod. The fury in me was like a beast unleashed, tearing through everything in its path.

But then, something changed in Sia. She screamed, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"HE NEVER TOUCHED ME, CZAR... I AM STILL A VIRGIN, STILL A VIRGIN," she sobbed, her voice breaking.

Her words hit me like a flood of relief. She was still mine. She had never betrayed me, not truly. I dropped the rod, falling to my knees beside her. I held her face in my hands, desperate for her to confirm what I already knew.

"Is it really true love?" I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion. She nodded, tears streaming down her face.

Ryan's weak voice came from the floor. "I never touched her because I felt nothing but guilt," he said, and I knew then that she had never truly left me. My love for her had been pure. And now .

"SHOT... SHOT..."

Sia screamed as I pulled the trigger, the gunshot ringing in the air. Ryan's body slumped lifeless in the chair. I grabbed Sia, pulling her into my arms, whispering reassurances as she trembled in my embrace.

We brought her back to our house, and for the next year, she was silent. But slowly, she began to recover, her love for me returned. Our obsession with each other grew, until we became one in a twisted, unbreakable bond.

And then came you—our precious child. You were the light of our lives, the one good thing in a world that was often dark. Sia was adamant that you would be our only child. She didn't want to share her love with anyone else. And neither did I.

But then, one day, my secretary came into the office, interrupting our peaceful moment. You were on my lap, playing with a pen, looking up at me with innocent eyes. When the news hit, I felt my blood freeze.

"Sir, we've found his wife," he said, breaking the silence.

I saw the smirk creep across Sia's face, a look that mirrored my own. She had changed, becoming as ruthless as me. She had become my partner in every way, even in the darkest of actions.

We drove to the hospital, ready to deal with the betrayer's wife. My secretary led us to the mortuary, where the woman's lifeless body lay on a bed. But what shocked me was what came next.

Sia, standing there, holding you in her arms, smiled at me with a twisted glint in her eyes. "Isn't she beautiful?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice.

I looked down at the pale baby in her arms, its green eyes eerily beautiful. "Yes," I whispered, though I couldn't shake the sense of dread that washed over me.

Sia's smirk deepened. "She's his daughter. And I want her for our son," she said, her words laced with madness.

"As you say, love," I replied, my own madness reflected in my voice. "From now on, she is Blackwell's property. Our Kian's possession."