All Chapters of Dark obsessions: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Adrian That was one of the darkest moments of my life. Waking up to see an elderly woman beside you sleeping. And when I threatened to report them to the police, my father swore to send me to a mental asylum. He was going to tell them that I lost my mind and said a lot of gibberish things. I was scared and helpless, there was nothing I could do as I just suffered in silence. “It didn't stop there,” I continue as my whole body trembles in fear and the disgust I feel towards myself. This is definitely not a story that I love sharing, but I just need to get everything off my chest. It is up to Nikolai to do whatever he is going to do afterwards. My actions are fully justified. And it hurts knowing that I'm not able to do anything to Zorya, to make her pay for what she did.“Samantha seemed to enjoy shagging a teenager, so she began to pay my father just so she could fuck me. I never got hard on her, there was no way a woman like her would turn me on, so my father would force a pill dow

Nikolai The moment I finish with all the work I have in my office. I go straight to my room. Ilya will get me the details soon and I have the pakhan’s party to go to and an aim to achieve, but right now, there's someone my attention is focused on. Adrian. The moment I open the door to my room, I see him standing by the bed and it looks like he's about to leave. “Where are you going to?” I ask with a slight frown on my face, shutting the door behind me, as I slowly approach the bed. “I’m heading back. I'm sorry I fell asleep on your bed, I was feeling disoriented and-” “You sleep on my bed all the time.” I draw out, casting a meaningful look at him as I stand in front of him. “So stop acting like a stranger, like it's your first time. We fuck here all the time.” The last words just rolled out of my tongue, though I didn't really mean to say it, but I'm glad I did. He should stop acting like a Goddam stranger. I notice the way Adrian’s cheeks flush as he looks away from me, nervou

Adrian I grunt as my face is pressed to the wall. I was taken unaware that I didn't even notice a presence. “Where do you think you're going?” The voice belongs to Pavel. Bastard. Where did he even come from?“Get your fucking hands off me!” I grunt as I begin to struggle with him. His grip on me is firm as he refuses to let go. I should kill him one day. I hate him so much, just as much as I hate his stupid mother.“Do you think that you can eavesdrop on my mother?” These two are up to something. It's so obvious. And they are both up to no good. Zorya’s words are still ringing in my head. She sounded so angry, and because of this jerk, I couldn't hear her. She wants someone dead and I am certain that the ‘him’ she was talking about is Nikolai. Both mother and son will do anything to kill him. Why? Because they clearly can't stand seeing him having the upper hand. He makes the rule and Zorya does not want that. He owns the property and I know that she will do anything to make sure

Nikolai “Are you sure this is the right place?” I ask Kuzma and he nods as we both stop in front of the elevator. “Yes. Mrs Kreese is staying in the hotel room with her husband.” He replies and I momentarily nod my head as we both step into the elevator. The elevator makes a ding sound as it begins to take us to the last floor.“Has Ilya taken care of the cameras?” “All the cameras have been taken care of.” I smile at his response. Everything is going as planned. I'm going to pay Samantha Kreese a brief visit. We arrived in New York about three hours ago and I've spent the last two hours setting everything down and making sure that nothing goes wrong. “Is her husband on with her?” “No.” Kuzma shakes his head as he goes through the iPad he's holding. “He's currently in an event and will not be back until midnight.” Good. That's enough time to do what I came to do. The elevator makes a ding sound as it gets to the last floor. Three hours will be more than enough to do what I want

Nikolai The sound of loud cries fills the now messy room as I watch in satisfaction as blood flows down from the corner of Sammantha's mouth. I pick up the letter that's half written as I go through the contents. I stare back at a pale Samantha who is still crying hard in pain. The knife is still stuck in her hand, preventing her from moving. I'm going to kill her. She does not deserve to live. “You did terribly. I'm only managing this trash that you wrote.” I tsk, as I begin to fold the paper before pushing it back into my inner pocket. I pick up the pen as well as I place it in my pocket. “I've written the letter. Please remove the knife. I already did what you asked me to. Please.” Her eyes flutter weakly. She's losing too much blood and might pass out any second from the way she keeps blinking her eyes. “You did not impress me enough.” I state the fact. As she struggles and cries, the duvet that she has wrapped around her chest loosens, exposing her breasts that look so disg