Dark obsession

Dark obsession

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تعلق ويليام بأخيه لوكاس منذ أن كان طفلاً .. تعلقاً مريضاً لا يعرف الحدود ، كان يلاحقه مثل الظل لا يختفي، يتبعه إلى كل مكان ، يأكل ويشرب معه ، حتى انه اختار نفس التخصص الجامعي فقط ليبقى قربه .. لكن لوكاس لم يرى فيه سوى شخص ضعيف .. مثير للشفقة، وعديم الإرادة لذلك كرهه بشدة ، وفي النهاية قتله بيده .. لكن الموت لم يكن النهاية لويليام فهو عاد بالزمن بعمر الخامسة عشر، عاد معه كل الألم وكل إهانة وكل لحظة إنكسار .. هذه المرة أقسم ويليام انه لن يركض خلف أحد ، لن يطلب نظرة ولن ينتظر كلمة ، لن يمنح لوكاس شيئا ً... سيركز على نفسه فقط وسيتجاهل لوكاس كأنه لم يُوجد يوماً فقد علم ويليام ان أخطر انواع الانتقام ... هو الاختفاء وأخطر ما قد تفعله بشخص اعتاد امتلاكك هو ان تختفي من حياته ... ولكنه لم يعلم ان تجاهله سيوقظ داخل لوكاس شيء اخطر من الكراهية بكثير .. هوساً مظلماً لن يستطيع النجاة منه .
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He held the gun against her temple. She pounded on his chest, fists flying. "You killed my father! You... you monster! I hate you!" He didn't flinch. After a moment, his patience snapped. "Enough!" he shouted. "No more words." "Yes... I killed your father. I did." "Stop screaming!"he barked. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Now... it's time to get married. Let's go. The priest is waiting. We don't want to make him wait, do we... hmm?" She spat on his face. He just smirked. Licked the spit from his lips, rolling his tongue. "Mmm... tasty," he said, voice low. "You should've kissed me directly. No worries... we'll do it after our wedding." He leaned closer. "Do you want to see his dead body... hmm? One last look at your father?" She whispered, trembling, "Please... let me go." " You don't want to? Okay... let me throw his body away then." "No! I... I want to see him, please. He is my father !" "Good girl," he said, smirk still dark. "Now... come on. The priest is waiting." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "You're mine now," he whispered, like it was a promise... or a curse. Kidnapped. Trapped. Claimed. In a world where power means everything, she becomes the obsession of a man everyone fears, the devil himself. Escape was never an option. Falling for him? That was her biggest mistake.

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