His Deadly Obsession

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ackdrop of the city on the balcony. Once it got on

in to dance. The pool had turned into an orgy spot. She cheered the girls making out and planted a

he danced to the loud music blasting from the speakers. This was life. Dancing, drin

uests were people with no affiliation with her crazed family or the mafioso. And her guards, she th

he squealed in excitement as C

re having fun. This was her world where only her rules m

ere did you go?" She took a sniff and frowned. "Were yo

ed to clear my head.

wned. Jack was the son of some rich man who owned a school her father sent her stepbrothers to. What she loved most about him was not his face or how good he was in

's wr

. "My father," he w

on't think about that old fool. Thin

out a packet of white powder

iss, giggling. "You're my fa

p the stairs. Her bedroom was not far away. She tore the packet with shaking hands an

g and writhing. She felt a whole level of sensation as her nerves unwound.

e character Alice. She could feel her mother thre

per. "Run, run, run after the t

ith the watch and found her mother hung from

shook. Reluctantly, she pried her e

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indeed ringing. The bed creaked as

ike four in t

proved her wrong, reading past twelve in the noon. She look

alling. Sitting up as she cleared her throat,

pa used when saying her name. "Why did you take so long to

the night before. Why did you

spend too much time in that Las Vegas,"

chose to like it. It presented her a freedom. "It's

. Get on the next flight ho

nodded. "Okay, Papa.

sleep. Except the sleep had long left her body when her father said th

ed, feeling him

rning to

. "I'm getti

od mornin

t Tyson heir one day and it seemed that day was coming sooner than expected. With

changed into more befitting clothes. Over breakfast, she listened as her bodyguard, Mike, briefed her.

ack to America at o

the table. This might as well be the last peaceful breakfast she might eat