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CHAPTER 47 - ELENA
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CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 48 - NOAH
Three days.It had been three damn days since the library—since the heat of her body pressed against mine, since her hands fisted in my shirt like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to this world.Three days since I said the words that wrecked everything.And now?Now, she acted like I was dead.No—worse. Like I was an inconvenience. A speed bump on her perfectly paved road of denial.“Elena,” I called, stepping into her path before she could pretend she didn’t see me.She barely paused, just flicked her gaze over me and kept walking. Walking. Like I wasn’t standing right there.“Oh, cool. So I’m a ghost now?” I scoffed, falling into step beside her. “Do I need to start rattling chains or—”“Noah.” She exhaled sharply, not looking at me. “Not here.”Not here. Not now. Not ever, apparently.I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. “Right. Because we only talk when we’re pressed against bookshelves, right? Got it.”Her jaw clenched, but she kept moving, weaving through the h
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 49 - NOAH
The next few days were a blur of brutal training.If I wasn’t punching something, I was thinking about punching something.I ran. I lifted. I sparred.I forced myself to visualize the fight—every block, every counter, every bone-crunching hit that was coming my way.Because Razor wasn’t some drunk idiot swinging wild punches in a back-alley brawl.He was a calculated killer in the ring.And I had to be ready.I couldn’t afford mistakes.A mistake meant waking up in a hospital bed—or worse, not waking up at all.****Saturday night.The air crackled with electricity, thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, and the undeniable scent of violence waiting to happen.The steel mill was packed. A crowd of rough-looking men and women, some clutching wads of cash, others just here for the thrill of watching someone bleed. Makeshift torches flickered, casting shadows that danced on rusted beams.I adjusted the tape on my knuckles, the sticky residue pulling at my skin. My stomach twisted—not with fea
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 50 - ELENA
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Seriously, I thought it might actually launch itself out of my chest and make a run for it.I was standing at that stupid, quiet junction on the outskirts of town, the place where Liam said Noah might pass. Might. As if my life wasn’t already a giant question mark.Ugh. Noah. Noah, Noah, Noah. His name was a constant loop in my head, like an annoying pop song you hate but somehow memorize all the lyrics to.For days, I’d been doing my best impression of an Olympic-level Noah-avoider. I’d faked headaches, taken the long way around the cafeteria, and even stared intensely at the mitochondria in biology just to avoid him. Mitochondria! That should tell you how desperate I was.But then… nothing. No texts. No random brooding stares from across the hall. It was like he’d dropped off the face of the earth.And I was fine with that. Totally fine. Except, I wasn’t. Because a little voice in my head, the one that sounded suspiciously like
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 51 - ELENA
I got into the car.Not because I wanted to. Not because I was scared. But because I needed to.For Noah.If I didn’t, my father would make things worse for him. And I couldn't—wouldn’t—let that happen.The second the door shut behind me, the silence swallowed me whole.The interior of the car smelled like leather and my father’s signature cologne—crisp, expensive, and suffocating. I hated it.I could feel his presence beside me, cold and heavy like a storm rolling in. He didn’t say anything. Neither did I.The driver pulled onto the road, the hum of the engine the only sound.I stared out the window, my fingers clenching the fabric of my skirt. I didn’t look at my father.I refused to.I could still see Noah in my mind—his bruised face, the flicker of something devastating in his eyes when I left.Would he wait there? Would he go home? Would he be okay?I almost reached for my phone. Almost.But then my father shifted beside me, and I felt his eyes land on me.The air in the car got
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER ONE - ELENA
The roar of laughter erupted like a thunderclap in Blackwood Academy’s cafeteria, rippling through the air and bouncing off the marble floors. It was the kind of laughter that fed off humiliation, the kind that kept the hierarchy intact.I leaned back in my chair, lazily swirling the tip of my straw in my sparkling water, my expression a perfect mask of disinterest. But inside? I was waiting for it. The inevitable moment when Noah Carter would scramble to his feet, cheeks burning, head down—just another nobody who knew better than to challenge the order of things.But he didn’t.He just… sat there.Noah Carter—the school’s charity case, the lone scholarship kid in a sea of privilege—was sprawled out on the floor, his pathetic excuse of a lunch scattered around him like a crime scene. A sad little sandwich, an apple rolling aimlessly across the tiles.My lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk. Too easy. A well-placed foot, a barely-there trip, and gravity had taken care of the rest."
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER TWO - ELENA
I slammed my fork into the porcelain plate, the sharp clatter slicing through the silence of the dining room."Elena, darling, must you make such a racket?" My mother’s voice, smooth as silk but just as sharp, cut through the morning air. "You’ll wake your father."I bit back a retort, knowing full well that my father was long gone, likely engrossed in some high-stakes deal to further solidify our family’s fortune. Instead, I stared at my plate, gripping my fork until my knuckles turned white. "I apologize, Mother. Just… not very hungry."She barely spared me a glance, her blonde hair perfectly styled, her silk dressing gown unwrinkled, her plate of meticulously arranged fruit untouched. "Nonsense. You need to keep your strength up. You have a charity dinner today, and you know how important it is to leave a good impression."I sighed, already dreading the afternoon’s forced smiles and hollow conversations.Then came the inevitable. "Speaking of outings, Cameron called yesterday. He’s
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER THREE - ELENA
I slammed my textbook onto the scarred surface of the teacher's desk, the abrupt thud echoing in the nearly empty classroom. Mr. Harrison, a man whose patience rivaled the vast, flat landscape of North Dakota itself, looked up from his stack of papers, his brow furrowed with a weariness I knew I was adding to."I need a new partner," I stated, my voice tight with barely contained frustration.Mr. Harrison sighed, the kind of sigh that carried years of managing teenage egos. "Elena, I can’t change your partner.""But Mr. Harrison," I persisted, my fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the desk, "Noah and I are just not compatible. We can't work together.""Everyone can work together, Elena. It’s a group project, and cooperation is part of the learning experience." He set down his pen and gave me a look that bordered on amused patience."Besides," he added, his tone softening slightly, "Noah is a very bright student. I think you could learn a lot from him."I bristled at the impl
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER FOUR - ELENA
The day of our presentation came faster than I expected, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I was going to ruin it.Noah had put everything into this project, carrying the weight of our partnership, while I had contributed little more than glares and silence. And now, that effort would be my weapon of choice.The projector screen flickered in front of me, a distorted reflection of the presentation we—no, he had spent weeks perfecting. The class sat waiting, a sea of expectant faces. Mr. Harrison stood at the front of the room, arms crossed, and a faint, knowing smile played on his lips. He saw right through me; I was sure of it. But that didn’t matter. I just needed to make this believable.I cleared my throat, putting on a bright, overly cheerful smile."Okay, so," I began, my voice just a touch too high-pitched. "As you can see, our initial projections regarding social class were slightly... exaggerated."I trailed off, feigning confusion. The room was silent, save for the low
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CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 51 - ELENA
I got into the car.Not because I wanted to. Not because I was scared. But because I needed to.For Noah.If I didn’t, my father would make things worse for him. And I couldn't—wouldn’t—let that happen.The second the door shut behind me, the silence swallowed me whole.The interior of the car smelled like leather and my father’s signature cologne—crisp, expensive, and suffocating. I hated it.I could feel his presence beside me, cold and heavy like a storm rolling in. He didn’t say anything. Neither did I.The driver pulled onto the road, the hum of the engine the only sound.I stared out the window, my fingers clenching the fabric of my skirt. I didn’t look at my father.I refused to.I could still see Noah in my mind—his bruised face, the flicker of something devastating in his eyes when I left.Would he wait there? Would he go home? Would he be okay?I almost reached for my phone. Almost.But then my father shifted beside me, and I felt his eyes land on me.The air in the car got
CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 50 - ELENA
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Seriously, I thought it might actually launch itself out of my chest and make a run for it.I was standing at that stupid, quiet junction on the outskirts of town, the place where Liam said Noah might pass. Might. As if my life wasn’t already a giant question mark.Ugh. Noah. Noah, Noah, Noah. His name was a constant loop in my head, like an annoying pop song you hate but somehow memorize all the lyrics to.For days, I’d been doing my best impression of an Olympic-level Noah-avoider. I’d faked headaches, taken the long way around the cafeteria, and even stared intensely at the mitochondria in biology just to avoid him. Mitochondria! That should tell you how desperate I was.But then… nothing. No texts. No random brooding stares from across the hall. It was like he’d dropped off the face of the earth.And I was fine with that. Totally fine. Except, I wasn’t. Because a little voice in my head, the one that sounded suspiciously like
CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 49 - NOAH
The next few days were a blur of brutal training.If I wasn’t punching something, I was thinking about punching something.I ran. I lifted. I sparred.I forced myself to visualize the fight—every block, every counter, every bone-crunching hit that was coming my way.Because Razor wasn’t some drunk idiot swinging wild punches in a back-alley brawl.He was a calculated killer in the ring.And I had to be ready.I couldn’t afford mistakes.A mistake meant waking up in a hospital bed—or worse, not waking up at all.****Saturday night.The air crackled with electricity, thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, and the undeniable scent of violence waiting to happen.The steel mill was packed. A crowd of rough-looking men and women, some clutching wads of cash, others just here for the thrill of watching someone bleed. Makeshift torches flickered, casting shadows that danced on rusted beams.I adjusted the tape on my knuckles, the sticky residue pulling at my skin. My stomach twisted—not with fea
CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 48 - NOAH
Three days.It had been three damn days since the library—since the heat of her body pressed against mine, since her hands fisted in my shirt like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to this world.Three days since I said the words that wrecked everything.And now?Now, she acted like I was dead.No—worse. Like I was an inconvenience. A speed bump on her perfectly paved road of denial.“Elena,” I called, stepping into her path before she could pretend she didn’t see me.She barely paused, just flicked her gaze over me and kept walking. Walking. Like I wasn’t standing right there.“Oh, cool. So I’m a ghost now?” I scoffed, falling into step beside her. “Do I need to start rattling chains or—”“Noah.” She exhaled sharply, not looking at me. “Not here.”Not here. Not now. Not ever, apparently.I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. “Right. Because we only talk when we’re pressed against bookshelves, right? Got it.”Her jaw clenched, but she kept moving, weaving through the h
CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 47 - ELENA
***WARNING!!!***Noah slowly traced his hands down my body, stopping at the hem of my shirt. He looked at me with those smoldering eyes, asking for permission to take things further. I simply nodded, feeling my pussy grow wet with anticipation.He pulled my shirt off in one swift motion, revealing my lacy black bra. He cupped my breasts in his hands, gently squeezing and teasing my nipples.I let out a soft moan, feeling the heat between my legs intensify. He then traced his fingers down my stomach, stopping at the button of my skirt. With a smirk, he pulled my skirt down, revealing my matching black lace thong.He took a moment to admire my body, his eyes lingering on my wet pussy. He then traced his fingers over my panties, feeling the heat emanating from my pussy."You're so wet, Elena," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He then tore my panties off, the sound of ripping fabric only adding to my excitement.He lowered his head between my legs, his hot breath sending shivers
CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 46 - ELENA
The tension in the room crackled like static, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I stepped even closer to Noah. His presence was overwhelming, but in the best way possible, like a magnet pulling me toward him. The air between us felt thick, heavy with anticipation, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the world outside that room ceased to exist.Noah’s hand reached out hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure if I would let him touch me. His fingers grazed my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.“Are you sure?” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in it made me freeze. He wasn’t just asking if I was sure about the kiss but about the entire mess we were tangled in. About Tiffany, about my feelings for him, and maybe even about his own feelings for me.I swallowed hard, every word that had been stuck in my throat for so long finally fighting to come out. I wanted to tell him that I was sure—that I wasn’t confused about how I felt anymore. But
CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 45 - ELENA
One breath in. Two breaths out. Okay, Elena, time to compartmentalize. Because if I actually felt all the feels right now, I’d probably spontaneously combust.That was it. Done. Finito. End of the line. My relationship with Cameron was officially sunk, and I was standing at the edge of an emotional cliff, one misstep away from plunging into a full-on meltdown.So, obviously, I did what any reasonable person would do: I walked to class like everything was fine.My feet felt like lead as I trudged toward English, the brick behemoth of boredom and alliteration.But honestly, the thought of dissecting Shakespeare’s misery felt mildly better than dissecting the flaming wreckage of my almost-relationship with Cameron. I slid into my seat just as the late bell rang, the sound of it practically smacking me in the face.Mrs. Davison, bless her heart, didn’t even bother with the raised eyebrow. She was probably so used to me walking in late at this point.I sat down, zoning out as she rambled o
CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 44 - ELENA
The Bentley rolled to a stop in front of my house, its glossy black finish practically shimmering in the late afternoon sun. I swear, Cameron could make even a car look like it was designed for royalty—if royalty was obsessed with appearances and deeply in love with his own reflection.I pasted on my best “I’m-so-happy-to-see-you” smile, the one I used when I had to pretend everything was fine. Walking toward the car, I made a big show of admiring the roses climbing up the stone pillars by our gate. I didn’t actually care about the roses, but they looked good for show. Like everything else in my life.Cameron was perched on the hood of the Bentley, looking like he was the king of the world. His dark eyes narrowed against the sun, and for a moment, I almost forgot how much I couldn’t stand how predictable he was. Perfect suit. Perfectly styled hair. The guy could probably make a paper bag look like high fashion. And me? Well, I was just stuck here with him, the guy I was supposed to m
CRUEL OBSESSION CHAPTER 43 - ELENA
The air between us was thick with something unspoken, something electric. My heart pounded as Noah took a step closer, his hand hesitating midair before brushing against my damp cheek. His touch was feather light, but it sent a jolt through me nonetheless.His dark eyes burned into mine, intense and searching.“Elena,” he whispered.And then, he kissed me.It started slow, hesitant, like he was testing the waters. His lips barely brushed against mine, soft and cautious. My brain screamed at me to stop—to think, to remember why this was a bad idea—but my body had other plans. Before I knew it, I was kissing him back, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.The kiss deepened, turning urgent. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer until there was nothing between us but heat and the scent of rain. The cold, the dampness, the fact that we were still standing outside the school—it all faded into irrelevance. There was only
