UNTANGLED OBSESSION

Chapter 54

Zayn perspective

It's been a few days since Grandfather announced our marriage, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this excited. I’m going to marry the love of my life, Vanessa. It doesn’t matter what the situation is. What matters is that she’ll be mine forever. After that, I’ll take Grandfather’s place in the mafia, and Vanessa will stand by my side as my queen, with our children. The thought of our future together sends a thrill through me. Life really is unpredictable. If someone had told me in the past that I’d be this happy about getting married, I would have laughed in their face. But now, I’m eager for the day I can finally call Vanessa, my wife.

As I was lost in my thoughts, a knock on the door pulled me back to reality. "Come in," I called out, not bothering to look up from my desk. The door creaked open, and Chris stepped inside. "Good morning, buddy. You called me?" he said, walking over with a casual grin. "Yeah, I have something important to discuss with you," I replied. "Well, first off, congratulations on your engagement. And Grandfather told me you’re getting married in a few weeks." At the mention of the wedding, a smirk tugged at my lips. The thought of finally making Vanessa mine in every way was something I couldn’t wait for. Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "Who would have thought that one day you’d be settling down? The infamous bachelor getting married, what a twist."Shut up, Chris," I said, rolling my eyes at him.

"But are you sure about this, buddy? Is it really the right decision? You know how she treats you and how you treat her," he said, raising an eyebrow. I scoffed, not in the mood for his doubts. "What do you mean, how I treat her? I treat her like a queen. What more could she possibly want?" Chris gave me a look, the kind that told me he wasn’t buying my act. "Oh, come on. You and I both know what happened a few days ago." How could I forget? The day she heard about our marriage, she stormed out of the dining room like a hurricane. I chased after her, and we ended up having a heated argument. She pushed me too far, and in my anger, I slammed her head against the wall. The look on Chris’s face when he saw us, he was standing at the door, watching the whole thing unfold. It wasn’t one of my proudest moments, but she drives me crazy. I can’t stand how stubborn she is.

"Don’t blame me, Chris. She’s too stubborn for her own good. It’s been more than a fucking year, why can’t she just accept me? Why can’t she just start loving me? If she keeps this up, I won’t have a choice but to keep giving her sweet torture until the day we die, because I’m never letting her go. She’s mine, whether she likes it or not," I said, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. Chris sighed, shaking his head. "Dude, if you keep pushing her like that, it’s going to be hard to tame her." I waved him off. "Forget about that. I called you here because I need you to keep Vanessa company while I plan something for her." "What’s the occasion?" Chris asked, clearly curious. "Tomorrow’s her 21st birthday. I’m planning something special for her, but I don’t want her to know about it. I’m going to wish her at midnight tonight, so I need you to go to my room and keep her busy until then." Chris nodded, a small smile on his face. "You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll keep her occupied." With that, he left, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I took another drag of my cigarette, the smoke curling up into the air. Everything was falling into place. Soon, Vanessa would be mine in every way, and there was nothing she or anyone else could do about it.

Vanessa perspective

I was sitting in Zayn’s room, lost in my thoughts, with a bandage wrapped around my head. It felt like this was becoming a routine for me. Every day, I resisted him, and in return, he tortured me. The storm inside me was only calm because he had my parents. If I dared to do anything, he’d push me harder by threatening their lives. I looked down at the diamond ring on my finger, feeling trapped by its cold, hard glint. Marrying Zayn wasn’t an option, no matter what the situation was. I had to find a way out of this mess. The thought of calling that person, the one I’d met at the event, crept into my mind again. But at what cost? If I tried to run, Zayn would kill my parents before he even found me.  But what if I asked that person to save my parents too? Maybe there was a way to make a plan that would be good for both me and them.