Chasing Sandro: A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 15: Falling Deeper

Bella stood in the middle of her lavish living room, the world around her blurring as her thoughts spiraled out of control. The familiar comfort of her surroundings—the silk curtains, the gleaming chandeliers, the imported furniture—felt foreign now. Everything seemed so distant, like she was floating through her own life, unable to grasp onto the person she used to be.

She had crossed the line.

There was no going back.

For weeks, Bella had lived in the shadow of her plan, each move calculated to push Sandro closer to her. Now, with everything set in motion, the reality of what she had done was beginning to settle in. She had manipulated situations, people, even herself, all for the sake of getting Sandro to see her, to need her. But the truth she couldn't escape was that she had gone too far—far beyond the point where she could stop.

With every step she took, the hole she was digging for herself grew deeper. The fantasies, the plotting, the money she poured into Sandro's career—it was all part of a web that had ensnared her. But instead of catching him in that web, she was the one trapped.

She walked to the window and stared out at the city below, her reflection barely visible in the glass. She had once believed she could pull herself back, that she could control her obsession. But now, as she watched the lights flicker in the distance, she knew the truth.

She didn't *want* to stop.

Even if it consumed her entirely, she needed to see this through. The thought of walking away from Sandro, from the life she had built around him, was unbearable. She had invested too much. She had given everything—her time, her resources, her heart—and there was no version of her life that didn't revolve around him now.

Bella turned away from the window and sank into the plush armchair by the fireplace. The flames crackled softly, casting shadows across the room, but the warmth didn't reach her. She felt cold, numb, like a part of her had shut down as she gave in to the darkness inside her.

The phone buzzed on the coffee table, drawing her out of her thoughts. It was another update—everything was in place. Her plan to orchestrate the "crisis" that would bring Sandro to her was now in motion. A wave of excitement washed over her, quickly followed by a sickening sense of dread.

She picked up the phone and stared at the message. It was happening. Sandro would soon be in a situation that only she could fix. The trap was set, and all she had to do was wait for him to fall into it.

But as the seconds ticked by, a new realization began to dawn on her. What if this didn't work? What if, after all this, Sandro still didn't want her? She had never truly entertained the idea of failure before, but now, it loomed in the back of her mind like a shadow she couldn't shake.

Bella's hands trembled as she put the phone down. For months, she had lived in a fantasy, convincing herself that she could control everything, that she could make Sandro love her if she just tried hard enough. But what if love couldn't be forced? What if all her money, all her influence, all her careful manipulation wasn't enough?

She buried her face in her hands, feeling the weight of her actions pressing down on her. She had become someone she barely recognized—someone willing to destroy anything in her path just to be noticed, just to feel wanted. And now, she couldn't stop. Even if she wanted to, she had gone too far.

In the quiet of the room, Bella allowed herself to think about the consequences of her choices. What if Sandro found out what she had done? What if he realized how much of his career, his life, had been orchestrated by her? Would he hate her for it? Would he finally see her as the monster she feared she had become?

The thought of losing him completely was unbearable. But the truth was, she had already lost herself in the process.

Bella stood up and walked to the mirror hanging on the wall. She stared at her reflection, the woman looking back at her unrecognizable. Her eyes were hollow, her once perfectly styled hair now disheveled from the sleepless nights she had spent obsessing over Sandro. She had poured everything into him—her time, her energy, her very soul—and now, she was nothing without him.

"Who are you?" she whispered to her reflection, but the answer never came.

She knew the answer, though. She was the woman who had given up everything for a man who didn't even know her, who had fallen so deep into her obsession that there was no escape. She was the woman who had crossed lines she could never uncross, who had pushed herself to the brink of madness just to feel a sliver of love.

Bella turned away from the mirror, her heart heavy with the weight of her realization. She was too far gone now. There was no turning back.

All she could do was move forward and hope—hope that when the dust settled, Sandro would be by her side. But in the back of her mind, a nagging voice whispered the truth she refused to hear.

No matter how far she fell, no matter how deep her obsession grew, Sandro might never love her.

And if that was the case, Bella wasn't sure if she could survive it.