Page 144 of Plunge into Obsession

I didn’t know why I’d kept them with me for so long.

For sentimental value?

Fuck sentimental value.

There was nothing about my family that I wanted to keep.

I had the money, and I had the power…

I had the fuckingempire.

But at what fucking cost?

I never gave myself a chance to dwell in thewhat-ifsof the world, but fuck, what if I did consider them?

I shook my head.

I was confident about what the answer was.

I would have given all of this up for the chance to not grow up in such a dark environment.

For the chance to be a big brother to someone who wasn’t such a fucking sociopath.

But there was no choice left for me.

It was either take power and reign as the fucking king or lie down and let those greedy little bastards kill me.

I made my choice, and I didn’t fucking regret it, but the look of hurt in her eyes…

Fuck me, but what the hell was I supposed to do?

Cut me open and give her all the ugly parts of me?

There would be no pretty illusion.

And she would still be right where she was all along.

Right by my fucking side.

She should know divorce was out of the question.

She was my wife, and my wife would stay until my last dying breath and even beyond.

How could I let something as insignificant as death keep me away from my obsession?

No, even when I was no longer breathing in this godforsaken place, even if I die first—and I would ensure I would be the first to go—my ghost, my soul, the very essence of me would be so deeply rooted in her, she would never be able to get rid of me.

So why wouldn’t she want to live with the pretty illusion when it was clear she had no choice?

Fuck me, but I didn’t know.

A knock at the door drew my attention.

Elena stood there with a tray of what looked like lunch.

I checked the watch on my wrist.

Well past the time for lunch, and I didn’t have the appetite.

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