All Chapters of Owned By His Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Dad?!” Autumn cried, his voice shaking as if a gun were pressed to his head. He stumbled backward, eyes wide with terror. “Is that really you? How’d you find me?” The shadowy figure stepped closer, reaching for his arm. Autumn crouched down instinctively, bracing for the worst. How is this even possible? He thought bitterly. The first time I decided to live a little, and this happened? But the hand that grabbed him was gentle, and the voice that followed was nothing like his father's booming baritone. It was smooth, almost soothing. “Hey, I noticed you kept looking around, so I figured you were searching for the bathroom. Sorry if I scared you.” Autumn squinted through the pulsing lights, his heart still hammering. When the stranger's face came into focus, relief washed over him. It was only the bartender from earlier. “Oh, I'm sorry!” he rushed out, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I thought you were—” The bartender scoffed, pretending to look hurt. “It's cool. Though I must

Vegas Clairemont hadn’t always been the hot-blooded bastard everyone knew him to be. He’d grown into the role because being a Clairemont demanded it. Power, wealth, connections… he could summon them all with a single word or a casual snap of his fingers. But what he craved most was control. Real control. The kind that didn’t slip away or fade when the lights went down. Control was permanent. It gave him access to anything he desired, and he had learned early that the only way to truly own a room or a person was to be assertive, dominant, and always ten steps ahead. “You want what?” Julian asked, eyebrows shooting up in astonishment as he stared at his friend like he might have lost his mind. They were cruising toward campus, the morning sun glaring harshly through the windshield. “I want everything on that guy from last night,” Vegas repeated, his voice low and sharp, laced with unmistakable intensity. “What he does in his spare time, who he hangs out with, what he eats for lunch

Vegas didn't go to the match. The moment he saw Autumn stand up from the table across the cafe, something clicked into place. A photo alongside too obvious information wasn’t enough. The boy who had been etched into his mind was right there, real and within reach. He wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away. He ignored the confused looks his friends gave him as he slipped out of the cafe, following them. The bright afternoon light hit him hard, forcing him to squint. He watched as Autumn and his loud friend walked side by side on the path back to campus, their voices mixing with the chatter from the crowd. He kept a small distance, blending into the sea of students who seemed to be in a rush to afternoon classes. Vegas kept a careful distance, blending seamlessly into the crowd while his eyes stayed fixed on his target. The yellow sweater Autumn wore acted as a dead giveaway among the sea of grays and blacks. He noticed how Autumn's back remained slightly hunched, as though

Vegas leaned back in the leather chair of his private study, phone pressed to his ear. The sun spilled through the curtains as Aaron's nervous voice came through the line. “Are you sure this is not going too far? There are university logs and….” “Well, I don't pay you to monitor those. Just do what I said!” he thundered, earning a sigh from Aaron, who responded with a “Yes, boss,” before Vegas hung up.Over the last two days, he had made an elaborate plan to ‘give Autumn a real fright.’ During Autumn's afternoon study session, he would get someone to spill some soda on his main project sketchbook and laptop when he stepped out to get some water, as he usually did. His group drive would also be replaced with corrupted versions containing sketches of spilled drinks and loops of ‘The scholarship rat always ruins everything.’ With Aaron's help, they had gotten through to a contact in the IT department to assist in orchestrating his plans. He went through the class schedules, presentation

Unbeknownst to them, Vegas stood hidden in the shadows across the courtyard, watching through the partially open curtains. He had come to slip another small note under Autumn’s door, just a printed photo of the spilled drink from the party with the words ‘Remember me?’, but the scene inside made his blood run cold.Allison was holding Autumn so tenderly. The way she stroked his hair, the protective way she cradled him—it was all too much. Vegas’s jaw tightened painfully, a dark, possessive rage blooming in his chest. In his mind, it wasn’t friendship. It seemed so intimate, a kind of fondness that could only mean something romantic.Unacceptable. He’s mine to break, Vegas thought, fingers curling into fists. He went up to his room, slipping the note under the door anyway. A petty reminder that things were just getting started, then he took off into the night. Seeing them together only made his obsession burn hotter.He had never lost anything important, nor had he ever felt that way b