A Deadly Obsession
The Obsessed Duet Book 1
by Vi Carter
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
He's no prince charming. This isn't a fairy tale.
ELLA
I’ve been groomed my whole life to become his wife.
A man I have never met.
I won’t be alone, there are seven of us and he will only choose one.
When I arrive at his mansion, I’m excited until I realize my prince charming is a brute.
A man without feelings.
A man who has no interest in the parties that are thrown, so he can get to know us.
He’s angry and brutal.
He has us all terrified.
Until that one night. The night I stand up to him and become his obsession.
It’s a deadly obsession, that I fear I won’t survive.
LUCAS
I want to be left alone, but my time has come to pick a wife.
A wife from seven potential women.
I have an empire to rule.
I will not allow anything to get in the way of that.
Most certainly not any of these women.
That is, until that one night.
She stands out of formation and stops me from killing an enemy.
No one has ever stood up to me before.
Now she has my attention, whether she wants it or not.
***This is book one in The Obsessed Duet. This book ends on a cliffhanger.
The cold
concrete under my hands penetrates my skin and worms its way into my veins.
Small pebbles feel harsh against the sensitive area of my hands as I scramble
up the steps. All I can focus on is two black wooden doors ahead of me.
Freedom,
they scream.
My bare
foot slips on the edge of a step in my haste to get away from the madness
behind me. My chin takes the impact of my fall as it hits the concrete slab. I
don’t stop as a metallic taste fills my mouth. I need to reach those doors
before he reaches me.
My palms
cry out as I slam them repeatedly against the black doors, but they don’t
budge. My frantic heart sends my temperature spiking, sending the cold that I
briefly felt racing away. A sob that I can’t keep down trembles on my lips
before it forms fully. I blink, allowing the tears to fall as I push with my
shoulder. Something shifts under me, and the smallest breeze that escapes the
crack of the door, has me pushing harder. With every ounce of strength I have,
I manage to get the doors open and spring from the basement.
Grass still
covered in dew blankets my feet as I race across the front lawn. I don’t dare
look back; I don’t dare let that final image flood my mind. I want to scream
for help; I want to beg someone to help me. But no one is around. Holding up my
white bloodied nightgown, I continue my race for freedom across the lawn that
feels more like an endless meadow. The wind whips hair across my face, the feel
of it is frozen and harsh against my skin.
My fingers
dig into the wooden fence as I pull myself over it. The shouts from the house,
along with lights being turned on along the porch, have my heart fluttering and
my vision tinges with black along the edges. Dread pools in my stomach as I
fear I might pass out. The shouts mingle along with the blood that pounds in my
ears as I fall across the fence and onto a hard surface. My fingers race across
the tarmac.
A road.
I am on a
road. Standing, I wobble as I spin around. More tarmac, more trees. My tongue
feels heavy in my mouth and I wonder when was the last time I’d had something
to drink. I couldn’t remember. My feet start to move again.
I freeze.
The noise of someone coming has the blood running cold in my veins. My chin
scrapes against the tarmac as I throw myself down on the ground. Fear is
consuming me; something I can’t control, my vision blurs and wavers. Feet
appear out onto the road. A whimper pulls at me and I close my eyes tightly.
Warm liquid rushes down my face.
He can’t
see me. He can’t see me.
My skin
crawls and I’m too afraid to open my eyes. Another part of me wants to scream
so this will end. I open my eyes slowly and the feet race past me. My heart
hammers in my chest as I wait for them to stop and come back, but they don’t.
The whimper leaves my chattering lips.
Get up,
Ella.
Pushing
myself up on shaky arms, I spring from the ditch and start to run in the
opposite direction that the other person had gone. My eyes shoot around the
landscape as my mind tries to push the images back in front of me. Like a
detective sliding a gruesome image in front of the murderer to make him crack.
He wanted
me to break.
He wanted
to break me.
My lungs
burn as I race around a bend in the road. I don’t know how long I’ve been
running for, but I haven’t seen a car. My mind won’t decide if that is a good
thing or a bad thing.
Red thin
lips. I cover my
mouth to keep the scream in, the scream that’s building inside me and wants
out.
The noise
of a vehicle cracks through my thoughts and without slowing down I throw my
body to the left of the road where most of the undergrowth is. My skin burns
from the sharp thorns that pierce my skin and drink my blood.
As I lie
still once again, the cold ground becomes comforting, it reminds me that I’m
out here and not in there with that monster.
The one
blond curl wrapped in red. Stained in blood. I tighten my eyes as my mind tries
to conjure the rest of the image.
Move
Ella.
I leave the
road completely and start to run across an open field.
Help me.
My frantic
mind won’t slow as my feet dig deep into the grass. I don’t remember how I got
here but when I stop and look up I’m standing outside my house.
“Mam.” My
lip trembles as my voice cries for my mother. My body shakes and dips like it’s
giving up. I am a yard from my own front door. A yard from my home.
“Mam,” I
shout louder as I find the use of my legs and start to run.
“Mam.” My
roar is said with a pounding heart. How long had it been; weeks, months, a
year?
“MAM!” My
fists hit the door; the overhead porch light burns my eyes from the darkness of
the night.
“Mam.” My
cries grow and when the door opens I collapse on my knees, at my mother’s feet.
When Vi Carter isn't writing contemporary & dark romance books, that feature the mafia, are filled with suspense, and take you on a fast paced ride, you can find her reading her favorite authors, baking, taking photos or watching Netflix.
Married with two children, Vi divides her time between motherhood and all the other hats she wears as an Author.
She has declared herself a coffee & chocolate addict! Do not judge.
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