All Chapters of Her Savior: His Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

GabrielWe don’t end up in New York or Los Angeles, but Seattle. It’s a strategic move on our part. The weather is milder, the city’s by far more affordable, and there are plenty of good schools for Odette to attend.I walk my daughter up the path toward her school, my hand giving her shoulder a gentle push as she clutches her pink Dora the Explorer backpack. It’s her first day, so I don’t blame her when she shoots me a hesitant look.“What if I don’t make friends?” she asks in a small voice.I crouch down and kiss her forehead. “I’m sure you will.”“And you promise they speak French?”I nod. “Yes, ma chérie, I promise. This is a French-immersion school. Do you know what that means?” Odette shakes her head. “It means they teach everything in French. You’ll be able to understand all your teachers and fellow classmates.”My daughter gives me a hopeful smile, her nerves slowly starting to melt away. She gives me a big hug before turning toward the lady standing at the front door, her hom

So y'all won't be confused... the first book is over This book is titled BRUTAL OBSESSIONEnjoy??BRUTAL OBSESSIONGreysonThe cash slides from my palm into the valet’s. His fingers curl around the wad of bills as he pulls back, and he looks away.Aw, he’s embarrassed.The girl on my arm giggles and leans into me. Money and good looks will help people get away with just about anything. I learned that at the tender age of five from my father, thank you very much. He toted me around and flashed his smile or his wealth, and doors opened for us. Sometimes literally. Sometimes figuratively.We were invincible. Look at that sentence. Then read it again.*We. Were. Invincible.*Back when I was a kid, my father and I wore gilded armor. He was a king, and I was a prince. We floated above the rest of society, and nothing was out of our reach. I experienced the world through my father’s view of getting everything he fucking wanted. It’s only natural that I became him.Look, I’m not saying it’s r

 GREYSONMy teammate nods to the guy sitting at a table full of girls. “Jack, Greyson. Jack is the quarterback on the football team.” I quirk my lips. The football team lost spectacularly this year, no thanks to Jack here. It’s a good thing the hockey team is picking up the slack and bringing some attention back to this school. That’s where I shine. In the spotlight. Well, correction: that’s where I used to shine. My gaze goes to the girl beside Jack, who seems like she’s about to be violently sick. She looks familiar in the way most girls do. Like I might’ve had a chance encounter with her at some point in my life but nothing worthy of me remembering. Maybe we ran into each other here, at Haven. After a game. I smirk at her, and she flinches. Not the usual reaction.&nb

 VIOLETI’ve been getting strange looks all day. And, stupid me, I write it off as being back after a semester away. It wasn’t like I was unpopular. People liked me. I had a good amount of friends, including a lot of the athletes. That was the circle I ran in, being on the dance team. But now, there’s a weird hush that precedes me. I’ve been in a quiet bubble, unable to break through it. Until Amanda finds me. She skids to a stop in front of me in the hallway outside my third and last class of the day. I created my schedule so the majority of my classes were on Mondays and Wednesdays, and I’m paying the price for it now. But besides that, Amanda seems stressed. Or nervous? “What’s wrong?” She bites her lip and releases it. “Willow’s been yelling in the IT department’s office for an hour.”

 VIOLETIt takes me three hours to put my room back together, sans mattress and box spring. In fact, my room looks a whole lot bigger without the bulky furniture. My pictures are all gone. When I first discovered it on Monday, I did three loads of laundry to get rid of the paint on my underwear, and I had to toss all the clothes that were ripped to shreds. But I didn’t want to deal with the furniture. I didn’t want to take down the photos. So I hid it from Willow for four days. Now it’s Friday, a quiet day with no classes, and I have the mental capacity to deal with it. Whoever did this had a lot of anger, which makes me think of Greyson. And trust me, I don’t want to be thinking about him. Willow gets home on the tail end of my cleaning spree, when I’m struggling to push my red-stained, gouged dresser out the front door. The only