UNWANTED DEVOTION

PATHETIC LOVE..

"This will be a brief summary of the previous chapters from Kian's point of view."

Kian's pov..

Until...

My college started, and I quickly gained popularity because of my looks, my involvement in the mafia, and being part of the Blackwell family. Everyone just wanted to please me, and whoever tried to offend me ended up dead. I didn't realize when my anger started growing day by day, and every frustration I had was relieved through sex—yes, my new addiction. It was worth it. During those few years, I didn't once think of my parents or Crystal's name. Why would I? They had disconnected me from their lives.

I was fine. I was happy. Until suddenly, in my second year, I got a call.

"Hello, son..."

And my hardened self shattered. Even after being so tough, so merciless, and so cruel, there were still feelings—feelings for them.

We talked, sharing what they had been up to and what I had been doing. It was just a conversation, one I had longed for. But there was so much I wanted to tell him, yet couldn't—afraid to show something I never wanted to reveal. It was hard swallowing down all the hurt, the wounds, the cries, everything.

Then Dad mentioned Crystal... and I saw a little girl running and crying, over and over again.

I didn't know what to say or feel. Her situation and mine were the same, weren't they? We both couldn't run, just had to accept. I couldn't even tell when the words slipped from my mouth.

"I don't want an uneducated girl in my life, Dad."

Dad kept trying to make me understand, but my mind had already made up an excuse to leave her alone. At least then, she could be free... and I could be free.

The call ended, and I saw Rose, one of the sexiest girls in my college, standing there with a cigarette between her fingers. Yes, that's what I like, I whispered and smirked before heading toward her. I pulled her by the waist, and her blue eyes met mine just before I crushed my lips against hers in a hungry kiss. I could taste the smoke; it was the yummiest kiss I'd ever had.

After that, we started sleeping with each other. No feelings attached. Our lives became more interesting when we both got addicted to alcohol. It was fun... but then—

Crystal. Her name kept entangling in my life at every step. Mom and Dad would call every day, telling me how she had grown, how beautiful she was. "You have to come see her; she's just for you," they'd say. And with every call, I grew more and more frustrated. Until...

I finished college. I decided to settle everything. I made Rose my fake girlfriend and introduced her to my parents. We both boarded the plane.

When we arrived at my home, the memories flooded back—memories of her and my parents. Not all good, not all bad, but especially her. How territorial I was for her. How I loved punishing her. How I made her life hell. It felt like child's play, and unknowingly, a small smile crept onto my lips.

"My Crystal..." I whispered.

Mom and Dad welcomed me, but the smiles on their faces faded when they saw Rose. I expected this reaction from them. I was ready to set that poor girl free. But then she came—Crystal—looking so beautiful, so mine, walking down those stairs, and I lost it.

How could I let her go when she had become like this just for me? She sat far from me, looking down. I hated the distance, but the shyness or fear in her eyes satisfied my soul. Her long lashes, her hair framing her chubby cheeks—it made my heart flutter.

Her dress flowed with each step, and her pink lips kept getting wet with nervous little licks. Her fingers fidgeted with each other. I wanted nothing more than to intertwine them with mine, to take them into my mouth and give them my warmth. She was mine, and she always would be. I couldn't free her. She was mine to cage, my bird.

Then why did she say she didn't want this? Why didn't she want to marry me? My hands clenched into fists, and all I wanted was to hurt... to kill. How could she not want me? Why did she say that? Am I not good enough? Isn't she my devotee, someone who should follow me, love me? Then why?

My mind kept spinning, and there was one feeling I never wanted to experience again...

Abandonment.

Crystal couldn't leave me. That was the only thing I accepted.

Everything started getting worse. I didn't realize when I began losing myself more and more, just for her. My every addiction ended when I saw her, the first time I touched her. She was like a flower blooming in a dry graveyard.

I wanted nothing but to have her, at any cost. If not by love, then by force. I didn't care. She had to be in my life. And then Dad told me again—just about Mom and Crystal. He wanted to give her to someone else. All I saw was red. I didn't care if my dad was standing in front of me or anyone else. I lost my mind. How could he?

Then, she tried to run from me. Rose called and told me my bird was fleeing. I wanted to break the legs that were taking her away from me, but I couldn't, could I? So I told Mom to give her a small punishment. After she fell asleep, her face stained with dried tears, my heart broke. I sat on the floor, holding her feet, and kissed them softly.

But I had to cover it up, hide the person who could destroy everything—just for her.

We found Crystal's father's relatives—Ryan's brother. My dad had seen him before, since he and Crystal's father used to be friends. We kept him in the basement, and I used him to warn Crystal not to run from me.

She said she hated me again, and I felt a sharp sting in my heart. But just for a moment, right? Just for a moment...

And that's how we got married. I promised her I would release them, and I kept my word. Just after our marriage, they were set free. It was my way of showing her that, even though I controlled everything, I could still keep a promise—when it suited me.

I just wanted to keep her with me, so I took her to Italy, trying to start something new. But I couldn't just drop my façade with her. Yes, I was possessive, controlling, and obsessive—but only because I needed her to be mine.

As a wife, she was fulfilling her duties perfectly. But I wasn't, and I wanted to be... for her. I tried to control the beast inside me, the one that wanted to punish her for every small mistake. Whenever she got punished, I punished myself too. Her cries made me cry. But what else could I do?

And then, one day, Mom and Dad came...

"So, cuties, let me tell you, there's no justification for Kian's actions, but it's my duty to present the perspectives of both our main characters. It's up to you to decide how you feel about them. Also, let me warn you—some of you may not like the ending, or it might leave a lasting impression of obsession, manipulation, and love on you."

"It could be a happy ending for some or a disturbing one for others."