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Chapter 11 - Chapter 11: Web of Obsession

Elena's mind wouldn't let her sleep that night, and so she tossed and turned in bed. Damain's words kept going through her mind. They were dark and possessive. She disliked how much they got to her; his voice and presence lingered in her head long after he was out of sight. A person that didn't request permission, but rather just took what he wanted. He had interest in her But Why?Damian gazed at a wall of pictures in his private quarters.

The pictures weren't just of Elena—and her face did dominate the images—but they were old articles, handwritten notes and years-old photos. One photo stood out. Damian looked at a picture, which was of Elena as a teenager at a school function with a bashful smile. "Your the one who helped me out of my darkness." Damian murmured as he tried to touch the image with his fingertips. "You don't even know it," Victor enters the room with his usual stoic self. The acquisitions team is waiting for your go-ahead for the deal, sir.

Damian did not take his eyes off the photograph. "They can wait." Victor hesitated for a moment before speaking again. " This infatuation…it's taking over you." Damian turned toward him with an icy glare. "Infatuation? Don't insult me, Victor. This is way more than an infatuation." "Does she know the full story?"A dark promise to Victor that she would, answered Damian in a cold tone. When the time comes for that. What happens if she refuses you once she learns?

Damian's eyes darkened, and his voice became cutting. "She won't. Because she's mine, Victor. The following day, she tried to keep her mind occupied with work. She hoped that the boring routine of shelving books and assisting customers would help. But it was futile. She kept thinking about Damian.A bell above the door rang, she looked up. Elena's heart sank when she saw him walking into the store again commanding all her attention. "What are you doing here again?"What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone more exasperated than polite. "I missed you," Damian said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You can't keep doing this," she said, folding her arms. I am a busy person Damian. A normal, quiet life. And you're—""Disrupting it?He finished her sentence with a smirk on his lips.

"Good. You weren't destined to be quiet, Elena. You were more than this. To me." She gave an eye roll. "You're unbelievable," He Said as He Came Closer and Lowered His Voice. "And you're irresistible." He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers as he leaned in slightly. "You need to leave. I'm busy." "I'll leave," he said; she was surprised. "Just think about it." He was still laughing as he spoke, but she wasn't going to let him get away with that. "You think you're so great and irresistible?

You wouldn't even be able to find someone as beautiful as me." She knew she shouldn't have said that, but it was the first thing that had come to her mind. "That's not how this works, Damian. "You're not going to force me into—""I'm not going to force you," he interrupted softly. I'm Providing You An Opportunity "Take it or leave it." She stared at him, heart pounding. She wished to say no, to not give in but the intensity in his eyes had left her speechless. "Fine," she finally said, barely managing a whisper. A smile of satisfaction crept upon his lips. "Good. She couldn't shake the . During a brief moment of silence, and then warned him of his foul language. What he said and did felt so intentional with a reason. She realized she needed closure.

That evening, she strolled through her old yearbook looking for any hair of him. It was easy to find him. In the corner of a group picture from her library club, there he was. He looked younger, but the ferocity in his eyes was unmistakable. Meanwhile, her hands quivered as she glanced at the picture. How come she did not know him at that time? Why was he obsessed with me?Her phone vibrated, breaking her trance. She received a text from

Damian: Remember, little bird. Eight o'clock. Elena felt a tightening in her chest when she saw the message. She was caught in Damian's web already but what was his endgame, she did not know.