All Chapters of Twisted Obsession: My Billionaire Husband Regrets Losing Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ISABELLAThe sheets on my right side is crisp.They have been crisp every single morning for twenty-three months.I have never once wrinkled them, even during sleep.I lie still and stare at the ceiling. I know this ceiling. I know every hairline crack in this plaster. I know the way the morning light hits the far corner at exactly six forty-two and crawls toward the window by seven. I know this room the way you know a place you always understood yourself.This is not my home.I have never once let myself forget that, even if I do he doesn't let me forget.The arrangement was simple when I signed it. Two years as Ethan Sinclair's contract wife. His name and his ring in exchange for my family's survival. My father's debt cleared. My mother's humiliation ended. My younger brother's future secured. All of it wrapped in forty pages of legal language, some I didn't understand. I read it three times before I picked up the pen.I walked out of that attorney's office with steady hands and a

ISABELLA'S POVI’m curled up on the high stool at the kitchen island, with my phone wedged between my ear and shoulder, when Sofia’s voice drops the bomb.“Bella, I saw them. At the gala two nights ago. Natalie Brooks was all over him...touching his arm, laughing too close to him and whispering in his ear like she belonged there. It looked so… intimate.”My stomach twists, but I keep my voice steady. “Sof, it’s nothing. You know how these events are. She’s just a model networking. Ethan and I are fine. Really. There’s nothing going on between them.”I don’t even believe myself anymore, but I need to say it out loud.The front door clicks open. I glance up just as Ethan steps in, jacket slung over his arm, and his tie loosened. His eyes find me immediately. But something in his gaze is different tonight...it is darker, and hungrier. He doesn’t say a word. He just stares at me.I force a small laugh for Sofia. “See? You’re worrying over noth...”Ethan drops his jacket on the couch and s

ETHAN'S POVI wake up feeling wrong.My head is thick, foggy, and weighted down by something heavier than a normal night’s sleep. I’ve been drinking whiskey since I was twenty-two, and I know the exact texture of a whiskey morning ... the cotton mouth, the dull throb behind my eyes, the slow churn in my stomach. This is different. Deeper. Like my body had been taken apart and put back together after running a marathon of raw, unrelenting sex.I open my eyes and I am blindsided by the morning light that pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the room in soft gold. Isabella is still asleep beside me, curled on her side. Her dark hair fans across my pillow, wild and tangled from my fingers gripping it all night. The sheet has slipped low, exposing the curve of her bare breast, the faint red marks from my mouth, and the bruising grip of my hands on her hips. She looks thoroughly claimed and well-fucked. Beautiful in a way that twists something uncomfortable in my chest.I star

ISABELLA'S POVThe afternoon light has shifted into early evening by the time we finally surface. My body feels heavy, deliciously used, and sore in all the right places. Ethan’s arm is draped possessively over my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his cock still half-hard and nestled against my ass. I can feel the sticky evidence of our repeated releases between my thighs.I should feel victorious. Instead, I feel raw.He stirs behind me, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the nape of my neck. His stubble grazes my skin, sending a fresh shiver through me.“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmurs, his voice rough from hours of growling filthy praises against my ear.I turn in his arms. His dark eyes meet mine ... to my surprise his eyes are no longer cold, but still they are guarded, such a complicated feeling.“I’m still leaving in five weeks, Ethan.”His jaw tightens. For a moment I think he’ll pull away, rebuild his towering walls. Instead, he rolls me onto my back and settles b

ISABELLA'S POVThe next few days blurs into a dangerous rhythm, settling into a tense, addictive pattern that both thrills and terrifies meThe mornings start with Ethan waking me by sliding his thick cock between my thighs from behind, fucking me slowly and deeply while spooning me. Afternoons often end with him bending me over his desk in the study after his calls, railing me until I have to bite my arm to stay quiet. The evenings… the evenings are when he truly unleashes his beast.Tonight is no different.Like usually I’m in the kitchen again ... the same island where everything began ... chopping vegetables for dinner when Ethan comes up behind me. His hands slide under my loose dress, cupping my bare breasts. No bra...well he trained me well in the last few days.“No panties either,” he growls approvingly, pinching both nipples until I gasp. “Good girl.”He spins me around, lifts me onto the island, and drops to his knees in one fluid motion. His stubble scrapes deliciously agai