Gabriel's Obsession

A Terrifying Twist of Fate

Amelia's POV

The gentle hum of daily life filled the air, my mother's voice blending seamlessly with the rhythmic clinking of dishes being washed. It was the kind of peaceful moment that made our home feel warm and safe yet the conversation brewing between us carried an undercurrent of tension.

"Amelia, now that school is over, have you thought about your future plans?" she asked, her voice casual but laced with expectation. "Uncle Joseph believes pursuing higher education at a reputable university would be the wisest choice."

I set my glass down, my resolve firm. "Mom, you know my heart isn't in that. I want to open my own bakery. Baking has always been my passion, and going to university doesn't fit into that dream. I'd rather take on part-time jobs, save up, and make it happen on my own terms. This means everything to me."

She sighed, pausing for a moment before offering an alternative. "You could always ask your father for the startup capital. You know he'd support you in a heartbeat you're his only daughter."

I hesitated. The thought of asking my father for such a large sum made me uneasy. "I know... but it feels like too much to ask for, Mom. I want to do this on my own."

Concern flickered in her eyes, but she reached out and gently squeezed my hand. "Don't worry, pumpkin. I'll talk to him. He might surprise you. He just wants what's best for you."

The conversation took a shift, and I noticed the curious gleam in her gaze. "Speaking of which," she added, her tone lighter, "Jon mentioned you're going out with Mark tonight. Is there something special you're not telling me?"

I forced a casual smile, smoothly deflecting. "Oh no, Mom. It's nothing special, just a little treat he's giving me. That's all."

She didn't press further, though I could tell she wasn't entirely convinced. Instead, her eyes flickered to the clock, and her voice turned firm. "Time's flying, Amelia. It's already 5:30 p.m. Go get ready. You don't want to keep him waiting."

A quiet thrill ran through me at the reminder. Tonight wasn't just any night. It was our first date. A night that could change everything.

As the clock neared 7 p.m., I took one final glance in the mirror, ensuring every detail was in place before stepping into the night that awaited me.

My reflection stared back, a mix of nerves and anticipation glimmering in my eyes. The off-shoulder black bodycon dress clung elegantly to my frame, the ruched drawstring sides accentuating my figure. Rose gold stiletto heels added a touch of sophistication, complementing the delicate necklace Mark had gifted me. A piece that now felt even more meaningful. Keeping my makeup minimal, as always, I let my waist-length brown hair cascade freely down my back. With a deep breath, I grabbed my purse and made my way downstairs, the soft rustle of fabric following my movements.

Just as I reached the last step, a knock echoed through the house. Right on time. My pulse quickened, a flutter of excitement sparking through me. As I opened the door, Mark's hazel eyes met mine, warmth and admiration flickering in his gaze.

"Hey, cutie pie, you look gorgeous," he greeted, his signature grin spreading across his face.

Before I could respond, a throat cleared behind me. I turned to see Jonathan, my ever-watchful older brother, standing with arms crossed, silently observing. His expression was unreadable, but his presence alone sent a clear message. He wasn't letting me leave without a word.

"Jonathan, how are you, man?" Mark greeted him with ease, but my brother barely nodded in return.

"I'm fine. Amelia, can you give us a minute? We need to talk," Jon said, his voice flat and unreadable.