Chasing Sandro: A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 52: The Face of Obsession

Sandro stood in the dimly lit room, the weight of Bella's presence suffocating him as she approached. He couldn't look away, couldn't reconcile the woman standing before him with the darkness she had unleashed. There was a strange intensity in her eyes, a mixture of desperation and pride, as if she had something to prove. His breath quickened, his mind racing, but Bella's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"I want you to see everything I've done," she whispered, her tone laced with an eerie calm.

Sandro tensed, unsure of what she meant. He watched as Bella crossed the room, retrieving a stack of papers from a drawer hidden away in the corner. She handed them to him, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed his. For a moment, their eyes met, and Sandro saw the flicker of something—something he didn't want to understand.

"These are all the projects I funded for you," Bella said, her voice soft but firm. "Every speech you gave, every campaign that succeeded, every donation you never knew came from me."

Sandro's heart pounded in his chest as he took the papers from her. He rifled through them, eyes scanning the dates, the signatures, the numbers that had built his political career. All along, it had been Bella. She had woven herself into every aspect of his life without him knowing. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

"How... how could you do this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the shock evident in his tone.

Bella stepped closer, her gaze never leaving his face. "I did it for you, Sandro. Everything was for you. To see you succeed. To watch you become the man I knew you could be."

He couldn't comprehend the depth of her obsession. His career, his achievements—they were tainted, built on a foundation he had never agreed to. But Bella had. She had believed in him so much that she'd manipulated everything to ensure his rise.

Sandro's stomach churned as he continued to flip through the papers. Every dollar she had donated, every connection she had forged—all in his name. The weight of it settled on his shoulders like a heavy cloak. He had never asked for this. He had never wanted *this*.

"I never needed your help," he muttered, though the words felt hollow in his mouth. Had he? Would he have achieved all he had without her hidden influence?

Bella's lips twitched in a sad smile. "But I needed to help you. I needed to be a part of your world, even if you didn't know it."

She paused, walking toward a small locked box on the desk. With a slow, deliberate motion, she unlocked it, revealing a collection of items—newspapers with Sandro's face on the front page, letters she had written but never sent, photographs of him from public events, private moments she had captured from the shadows. It was all there—every trace of her obsession, cataloged and preserved.

"This," Bella whispered, gesturing to the box, "this is how much I loved you. How much I *love* you."

Sandro's throat tightened as he stared at the box. It was overwhelming. The love Bella had for him wasn't the kind of love he understood—it wasn't the affection or admiration he was used to. It was something darker, more twisted, something that had consumed her whole life. And now, it was threatening to consume his.

"You think this is love?" he asked, his voice breaking as he finally tore his eyes away from the contents of the box to look at her. "This... this obsession? You manipulated me, controlled everything around me. You've ruined everything."

Bella's expression faltered, a flicker of pain crossing her face. But it was fleeting. In her mind, what she had done was pure. She believed in it with every fiber of her being.

"I did it for you," she repeated, her voice soft but insistent. "You don't understand, Sandro. I watched you struggle. I saw how people used you, how they wanted to tear you down. I couldn't let that happen. I wanted to protect you."

"By kidnapping me?" Sandro's voice rose in disbelief, his anger boiling to the surface. "By keeping me locked away like some kind of... prisoner? This isn't protection, Bella. This is madness!"

Tears welled up in Bella's eyes, but she didn't back down. "I couldn't lose you," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Not to anyone else. Not to your career. I thought... I thought if I could just make you see how much I cared, how much I did for you, you'd finally notice me."

Sandro took a step back, shaking his head. "Notice you?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Bella, I can't—this is too much. You've crossed every line."

Bella's tears finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. "I know," she said, her voice trembling. "I know I've gone too far. But you have to understand... I did it because I love you. You were my everything. Every decision I made was for you."

The room fell silent as her words hung in the air. Sandro's chest tightened with the weight of everything he'd just heard, the enormity of it threatening to crush him. He wanted to hate her for what she had done, but something about her desperation, her vulnerability, made it impossible to see her as the monster she had become. Instead, she was just... broken. Twisted by a love that had turned into something dangerous.

"I don't know if I can forgive you for this," he whispered, barely able to meet her gaze.

Bella wiped at her tears, her hands trembling. "I don't expect you to forgive me. I just wanted you to know how far I was willing to go."

Sandro exhaled slowly, his head spinning. He couldn't process it all—not now. The room, the box of evidence, Bella's tearful confession—it was too much.

Without another word, he turned and walked toward the door. He needed air. He needed space. Bella's broken voice called after him, but he didn't stop. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in on him, and he needed to escape before he suffocated under the weight of her obsession.

As he stepped outside into the cool night air, the world seemed to spin around him. How had his life come to this? How had everything he thought he knew unraveled in such a horrifying way?

And as he walked away, Bella's voice echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the love that had turned into something far more dangerous than he had ever imagined.