OBSESSED TALLIAH
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Chapter 6 FAVOR img
Chapter 7 OUR FIRST img
Chapter 8 SUBSTITUTE PROFESSOR img
Chapter 9 OUR SECOND img
Chapter 10 WILL YOU LET ME img
Chapter 11 COURTING img
Chapter 12 DATE img
Chapter 13 OFFICIALLY MINE img
Chapter 14 SPENCE img
Chapter 15 SPENCE IS BACK img
Chapter 16 TALK TO HIM img
Chapter 17 PLAN img
Chapter 18 ALISTER img
Chapter 19 SORRY img
Chapter 20 SLOWLY FALLING img
Chapter 21 VACATION img
Chapter 22 FIGHT img
Chapter 23 TALKING WITH HIS FIRST LOVE img
Chapter 24 SUPERMAN img
Chapter 25 TREASURE THE NIGHT img
Chapter 26 LAST NIGHT WITH HIM img
Chapter 27 LEFT img
Chapter 28 SHE'S NOT OUR PROFESSOR img
Chapter 29 MAYBE YOU'RE BUSY img
Chapter 30 WHAT'S KIND OF LOVE I WILL CHOOSE img
Chapter 31 LEINA KNOWS img
Chapter 32 PICK ME img
Chapter 33 I WILL CHASE MY DREAMS img
Chapter 34 TWINS img
Chapter 35 LEAVING IS NOT A BAD CHOICE img
Chapter 36 CAELANA img
Chapter 37 COMING BACK img
Chapter 38 WAITING IS SOMETIMES TIRING img
Chapter 39 FINALLY COME BACK img
Chapter 40 AM I HALLUCINATING img
Chapter 41 ALWAYS VULNERABLE img
Chapter 42 I MISSED YOU img
Chapter 43 THANK YOU, FOR COMING BACK img
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Chapter 2 PROLOGUE (Part 2)

I puffed my cigarette while staring darkly at her. I don't want to play a guessing game early in the morning, Jazzy. Make sure that the news you got is really beautiful. . . if it's not, I will surely cut your damn neck.

"Make sure that's it's beautiful like my face, Jazz."

She again smiled creepily while handling me a folder, but my face brightened at the sight of it.

Surely this will make my day. I know what's inside that brown envelope.

It contains the pictures of the person I love. I ordered Jazzy to watch Rainer's every move. If you're asking me who's he, he's the boy I'm obsessed with. . . Rainer, my obsession.

I know that some people would find me creepy, but the hell do I care? I know his every move and every detail. Because I ordered Jazzy to take pictures of the important occasions to the small movements of his life.

Even if he doesn't know my fucking existence in this fucked up world, I'll always be proud of him. In every achievement he'll get, I'll always be his number one fan.

The picture on my ceiling is his picture when he graduated as a valedictorian in their class, during his graduation from Senior High. I was there at the back of the crowd, clapping like I'm his damn mommy. I'm so proud of him at that time.

Through every milestone he steps into, I'm just watching him. The way he got matured as the time passed by, I was watching him. I was so close, yet so far, always thinking that maybe someday. . . he'll know that there's one person who is madly deeply in love with him.

I even do creepy things just to assure that he will end up with me because I don't want him to end up with someone else.

My man is so beautiful and handsome that's why I had a hard time because there are many women who like him, but I will not allow one of them to get his attention. Hell! His attention should be all on me and not with just any other bitch out there.

Every damn time they plan to confess their feelings to him, I'd order my girls to scare them. I will never allow them to get closer to my man, even in their wildest dreams.

But there is still one person that I envy because he still gets close to what I own. They said Talliah Eryn should not envy anyone 'cause I already have it all. A sad smile crept on my lips. Oh no, people, I don't have it all. . . not yet, at least.

Something is still missing. It's not enough because he doesn't know me yet.

Smiling widely, I opened the brown envelope, thinking that it will make my day beautiful. But, I was wrong. . . it made my day ugly and worse.

I laughed sarcastically while staring darkly at the pictures. Fuck! What the hell is this?

I looked up at Jazzy while my blue eyes still had no emotion.

"What the fuck is happening, Jazzy?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

She only shrugged her shoulder as if it was nothing, that this anger I was feeling was not there. I didn't realize that I had crumpled the pictures while staring intently at Jazzy.

"Your baby is planning to court that girl."

It was as if I became deaf to what she said and my brain could barely process it.

"Fuck! What? Why did I just find out now?! Why the hell I didn't know this?!" I asked while gritting my teeth.

"I just found out. I went to the market earlier to give money there to your staff that you ordered to buy vegetables sold by his family. I heard them talking about your man and that girl, that your man is going to date that girl."

I gasped as the information slowly processed itself inside my head. I clenched my fist as I seethed in anger.

Really? Rainer? I laughed out loud knowing that he knew how to flirt. I should be the one you're courting, baby, not her. I should be your first and last girlfriend. I should be your wife and the mother of your children. I should be the one you will love forever.

"Queen, what's your plan now? the rumor said that once he turns twenty-one, he will court that girl," Jazzy said softly, bringing me back to my senses.

I laughed sarcastically while smirking at her.

"Do you think I will let that happen? Hell, no! Before he could do that, I made sure he was mine." I smiled sweetly at her.

"Don't smile like that. You look like a witch," she said in a scoff, but I only chuckled.

"Burn these pictures. I hate seeing that girl's face. By the way, prepare yourself and the girls next week. The plan should be done on his birthday."

Jazzy quickly obeyed my order and immediately left.

Smiling like a crazy woman who lost her mind, I walked towards my room. Now sitting on my bed, I roamed my eyes around my room with his face plastered around it. This scenery will always make me smile.

You only belong to me, Rainer. The only bitch you should only love is me, whether you like it or not. This evil woman owns you. It's your fault though, for making my heart go crazy with your smile and innocent face.

Owning you is my greatest obsession and will be my greatest possession.

            
            

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