Chasing Sandro: A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 2: The First Donation

Bella sat in her lavish penthouse, surrounded by opulence that no longer excited her. Her hands, perfectly manicured, tapped rhythmically against the glass table as she stared at the open laptop in front of her. The homepage of Sandro Marcos' campaign fund glowed on the screen, begging for donations from enthusiastic supporters.

But Bella wasn't just another supporter.

Her heart pounded as she scrolled through the list of anonymous contributors. Most of them were small-time donors, people with good intentions but little impact. She could change that. She *would* change that.

For weeks, Bella had been attending Sandro's events, quietly watching his political rise. She could tell he had ambition—big dreams for the country and the people. But what she saw, and no one else did, was how desperately he needed financial backing to make those dreams a reality. He had the charisma, the vision, but his resources were limited. His passion might drive him, but passion alone couldn't fund an entire campaign.

That's where she came in.

It was almost too easy. A few clicks, a series of untraceable accounts, and she was ready to send the first donation. Bella's finger hovered over the *Submit* button, her breath quickening with anticipation. This would be the beginning—*their* beginning. He wouldn't know it was her, of course, but that didn't matter. Not yet. She wasn't ready to reveal herself, not until he was standing at the top, knowing he owed it all to her.

She pressed the button.

The screen blinked, confirming that $250,000 had been transferred to Sandro's campaign fund. She exhaled, the rush of power flooding her veins. It wasn't just about the money; it was about controlling his future. With her financial backing, Sandro would have everything he needed to win—and, in time, everything he needed to recognize her as his greatest ally.

Sandro wouldn't suspect anything. As far as the world knew, he was being supported by a mystery benefactor. But Bella knew better. She was the one pulling the strings now, guiding his path without ever stepping into the light. It felt intoxicating, knowing that every step he took, every move he made, was quietly influenced by her.

Hours later, Bella watched a video clip of Sandro on her phone. He was at a press conference, standing in front of a group of reporters, confidently announcing the expansion of a new housing project he'd been working on. She smiled to herself, knowing that her money had made that project possible.

"I want to thank my supporters and those who believe in my vision for the future," Sandro said, his voice steady and strong. "Without their generosity, none of this would be possible."

Her heart fluttered at the words. It was as though he was speaking directly to her, even if he didn't know it. She had done this for him. She had made it possible for him to succeed.

But as the applause died down and the press conference ended, Bella's satisfaction began to fade. Her donation had been significant, but it was still anonymous. He didn't know she was the one behind it. He didn't know her name. He didn't even know she existed.

That thought gnawed at her.

Bella's thoughts raced as she considered the next move. What if she made another donation? A larger one. Something that would truly catch his attention. Or perhaps she could arrange a private meeting, something that would bring her closer to him. The possibilities were endless, and the more she thought about it, the more she craved control.

But for now, she had to be patient. This was only the beginning. The first step in a much larger plan. Sandro didn't need to know who she was yet. He just needed to rise. With her money, her influence, he would soon be unstoppable—and when the time came, he would finally understand just how much he owed her.

That night, Bella couldn't sleep. Her mind was alive with thoughts of Sandro—his voice, his smile, the way he spoke with such authority. She imagined him thinking of her, even though he didn't know it was her yet. Soon, she thought. Soon he'll see me.

But in the darkness of her room, a darker thought crept in. What if it wasn't enough? What if Sandro, despite everything she was doing for him, still didn't notice her?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she pushed it aside. No. She wouldn't let that happen. This was just the beginning. She had the money, the power, and the determination to make sure Sandro Marcos would never forget her.

She would fund every project, every campaign. She would be the force behind his success. And one day, he would know. One day, he would look at her with the same intensity she felt for him.

Bella closed her laptop, feeling a dangerous sense of satisfaction. The first donation was done, but there would be many more to come. This was only the start of her control over his life, his career—and eventually, his heart.