All Chapters of Scent of Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

49 Chapters

Chapter 1: The Blanket

Chapter 1The Maybach smelled like usual, something that only the elite of the elite will recognize, Wealth.Damien Voss CEO of Voss industries, had his head against the window with his eyes closed, his hair looked like he had run his hand through it multiple times and his face said it all, dark circles from days of lack of sleep had turned him hostile, his lips were set in a grim line with his jaw clenched.It had been three years since the accident, since the nightmares , since the insomnia, since the constant train of guilt running through him.Three years of doctors, pills, drugs, drinks, that made his hand shake and his visions blur, but none of it worked, he'd seen more therapists and doctors than cancer patients. the guilt and nightmares didn't stop, everything felt pointless.“We've arrived sir,”he didn't bother answering Marcus, the constant drumming in his head and lack of sleep with the hours spent in meetings with incompetent workers left him drained. In the front passen

Chapter 2: The Contract

The elevator doors opened and Liora stepped out into a place that didn't feel like somewhere people actually lived. The place screamed luxury from top to bottomThe floor-to-ceiling windows. Marble that reflected the city back at itself. The kind of silence that costs money to maintain. She had a second to take it all in before Elias came out of a room from from her left, looking like he hadn't breathed properly in an hour, his normally neat curls that he painstakingly comb a thousand times and she makes fun of every morning was sticking out in uneven directions like he’d been dragging his hands through them nonstop."Thank you for coming." He pulled her into a hug that was too tight and too brief. "I'm sorry.let me explain""Leave us."She turned.He was across the room, Damien Voss, leaning against a marble island with his arms crossed, watching her the way you watch something you've been waiting on. Dark hair, sharp jaw, the kind of face that held you captive and left you waxing po

Chapter 3: The Second Night

Chapter 3: The Second NightLiora couldn't sleep.Not a single wink. Not even close.She laid on her side with Damien's arm still wrapped around her waist, she had watched the city light move across the ceiling in slow, shapeless patterns while Damien slept with his body practically molding into her form, like he'd been doing it for years. His breathing was deep and even. His body, foreign, heavy and warm, and when she'd tried to shift away from it he'd made a sound low in his throat and pulled her back without waking up.So she'd stopped trying.At 6:57 the clock on the nightstand glowed red in the dark. Three more minutes.Her neck was stiff. Her back ached from holding herself rigid all night. She'd spent eight hours listening to a billionaire breathe and cataloguing every place his body was too close to hers, and the worst part the part she wasn't going to think about was that somewhere during the night, she'd started to find the rhythm of it almost calm.Almost.At 7:01AM, he sti

Chapter 4: Rested

Chapter 4: RestedDamien's POVDamien hated mornings.For the past three years, waking up had felt less like rest and more like surviving another night. Most mornings came with a migraine clawing behind his eyes, half-finished whiskey, wine and pills prescribed by his doctors discarded on the bedside table, and enough exhaustion to make even breathing feel irritating.Today felt wrong.The elevator doors opened onto the executive floor of Voss Industries and the receptionist nearly dropped her tablet.“G-good morning, Mr Voss.”Damien barely glanced at her. “Morning.”The poor girl looked startled enough by the response that his brows creased.Interesting.Usually by 8AM someone or something would have irritated him and ruined his mood enough to deserve termination.Today the constant pressure inside his skull was gone. Not reduced or fogged but Gone.And that should've raised more concerns He walked past rows of glass offices and tense employees, adjusting the cuff of his black suit

Chapter 5: Routine

Chapter 5: RoutineLiora was starting to hate elevators.Specifically private elevators.The silent one's.The kind that carried you to a specific penthouse. Namely Damien Voss's penthouseShe stared at her reflection in the mirrored walls as the numbers climbed steadily upward.10:42 PM.Two minutes early.Again.The worst part was that she couldn't even pretend Damien had forced her this time. Her brother had offered at least four times to help her break the contract somehow, though neither of them actually knew how one successfully escaped a Voss contract.But she'd still gotten into the car tonight.Still reapplied the same lotion.Still changed into soft clothes before leaving the apartment, because somewhere in the back of her mind she'd remembered the way his breathing changed when he buried his face against her neck.That thought alone was enough to make her annoyed with herself.The e

Chapter 6: Patterns

Chapter 6: Patterns By the fifth night, Damien Voss had developed habits. Liora notice because she was beginning to develop some too The car arrived outside the bookstore at exactly 10:15 every evening now. Marcus never needed to come inside anymore; he simply waited near the curb while she closed up for the night. The first time it happened she'd assumed it was coincidence. By the fifth time, she realized Damien had probably arranged it down to the minute. Which was ridiculous.ced because she was beginning to develop some too. Because no sane billionaire should be reorganizing his life around escorting a woman home so he could use her as human melatonin. Yet here they were. “Your creepy rich boyfriend is outside again.” Liora looked up from the register. Nina, her coworker at the bookstore, was peering dramatically through the glass windows with entirely too much excitement. “He's not my boyfriend.” “Mhm.” “He's not.” Nina turned slowly. “Then why does a luxury car pick

Chapter 7: Withdrawal

Chapter 7: Withdrawal Damien Voss was exhausted. Not the dull kind of exhaustion coffee could fix. Not the manageable sort that came after long meetings and longer nights. This was sharper. More dangerous. The kind that sat behind his eyes and made every sound in the room feel like pressure against his skull. The boardroom had gone silent three minutes ago. No one had spoken since. Damien sat at the head of the long black table, one hand pressed briefly against his temple while numbers blurred faintly across the presentation screen. “…Sir?” His gaze lifted slowly. The junior executive across from him visibly regretted speaking. “You were saying?” Damien asked calmly. The man swallowed. “The Singapore acquisition. We were waiting on your approval.” Damien looked down at the report again. The figures were wrong. Not disastrously wrong. Just careless. Sloppy. Normally he would've caught it in seconds. Today it took him longer than it should have. His irritation deepe

Chapter 8: Exposure

Chapter 8: ExposureThe lotion bottle had about three weeks left.Liora thought as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror at 8AM, pressing the pump slowly, watching the pale cream curl into her palm. Lavender and strawberry. She'd been using it for a while. had Bought it from a small vendor at a weekend market and had liked the way it didn't irritate her skin plus the fact that it was cheap enough to replace without thinking.She had never once considered that it would change her life.She rubbed it in slowly, watching her own reflection like it might offer some kind of explanation for the past week. It didn't.Her phone buzzed on the sink.Nina:" okay but why is there a PHOTO of your mystery driver waiting outside the store last night on some Voss Industries gossip page"Liora went very still.Nina:"it doesn't say your name yet but girl that is DEFINITELY our parking spot"She put the phone face-down on the sink.Then picked it up again.The image was grainy enough to be from a st

Chapter 9: The Other Side of the Glass

Chapter 9: The Other Side of the GlassLiora had a rule about mornings.Don't think. Don't feel. Don't process anything that happened after 10PM and only until you've had coffee and both feet are firmly on the ground.It was a good rule.It had kept her sane for two years.It completely fell apart the morning she woke up and realized she was not on her side of the bed.She was in the middle.For some reason she one hundred percent believed that she was the one that move there Damien was still asleep behind her, arm heavy across her waist, face pressed into her hair, breathing slow and even and completely unbothered by the universe. Her back was against his chest. Her hand, her own traitorous hand, was resting on top of his forearm like she'd put it there deliberately.Like she'd reached for him in her sleep.She lay completely still and stared at the city through the glass and had a very quiet, very private crisis.Then she carefully lifted his arm, slid out from under it, and stood

Chapter 10: The Statement

Chapter 10: The Statement The internet moved fast. By 7AM the gossip page had forty-three thousand impressions. By 9AM it had comments. By the time she got to the bookstore for her afternoon shift, Nina had printed one out and taped it to the back of the register where only staff could see it, which was either an act of love or hostility and Liora hadn't decided which. *East side bookstore girl. Mystery woman. CEO's secret.* She pulled it down, folded it once, and put it in her pocket without saying anything. Nina watched her do it. "The comments are guessing. Nobody has a name yet but someone posted a list of every independent bookstore on the east side with their staff pages." "Our staff page doesn't have photos." "Yours doesn't." Nina's voice was careful now. "Mine does. And we're tagged together on the library event from two months ago." Liora went still. The library event. it was a literacy fundraiser. A photo Nina had posted publicly, both of them in it, arm

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