HIS OBSESSION MY REVENGE

Chapter 1 || Have to Marry Him

The room was a total mess. The sheets and pillows were all over the place, even the stuffing from one of the pillows scattered everywhere.

On the vanity, a broken mirror lay in pieces. And all of that was because of a young woman now sitting on the edge of the bed, crying her heart out.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

A loud, panicked knock came from outside the door.

"Xyla, please come out, sweetheart! Listen to what Daddy has to say first!" a middle-aged man's voice begged from the other side of the door.

That man in a wheelchair was Sammy Sinclair.

"No! I won't open the door unless you let me marry Damian!" Xyla shouted, stubbornly.

Xyla Sinclair, a beautiful young woman about to turn 22, was arguing with her dad who strongly refused her choice of husband.

She was selfish, only caring about herself. And because of that decision, she was about to taste the bitterness of life.

"If you don't agree, then fine! I'll just kill myself!" Xyla screamed, her voice breaking.

Hearing that, Sammy froze in fear, terrified that his only daughter might actually do something crazy.

Xyla was already holding a small knife in her hand.

"Daddy thinks I'm joking, huh?!" she threatened.

"Alright, alright... I'll let you marry Damian," Sammy finally gave in, his voice weak, surrendering to his daughter's demand.

Creak

The door opened, revealing Xyla with messy hair and a pale face from not eating for three whole days, ever since Sammy had rejected Damian as her future husband.

"Thank you, Daddy!" Xyla cried happily, hugging him tightly.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Sammy replied softly.

Losing his wife was already painful enough for him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Xyla too.

"But for now, we should eat first," Sammy coaxed her gently.

"Okay, boss!" Xyla replied playfully.

What's so special about that man, Xyla? You starved yourself for three days just for him? Sammy thought with a heavy heart.

A month later, Xyla and Damian finally got married. Sammy paid for everything.

He was the CEO of a well-established electronics company passed down through generations. Not to mention his vast plantations and other assets overseas.

Xyla looked stunning in her ivory wedding gown. Damian, equally striking, wore a matching white tuxedo.

Together, they stood on the stage, greeting guests with smiles. Seeing his daughter so happy made Sammy feel relieved.

"Sir, don't you think this decision was a bit reckless? Letting Xyla marry a poor man like him?" asked Alex, a young lawyer of the Sinclair family.

"As long as my daughter is happy, I don't care. She's the only one I have left. I just hope her husband will be a good leader for their family. Money's not a problem-we can help them," Sammy answered calmly.

"You're right, Sir," Alex said, though still doubtful.

Meanwhile, a group of flashy women approached Damian's mother, Rose.

"Oh wow, congrats! You've got yourself a rich daughter-in-law now!" one of them said mockingly, eyeing the luxurious wedding decorations.

Rose smiled shyly, though deep inside, she was proud.

"Yeah, you're really lucky. You know how rich the Sinclairs are," another chimed in with a smug tone.

"I'm jealous. Now you can buy branded stuff easily," a chubby woman in glasses teased.

"I don't care about that. As long as she truly loves my son, that's all that matters to me," Rose replied simply.

"Ugh, boring answer!" the chubby woman rolled her eyes.

•••

The ceremony ended, and it was time for Xyla and Damian to leave in a brand-new sports car-Sammy's wedding gift.

"Congrats on your marriage, sweetheart," Sammy said, kissing his daughter's forehead.

"Thank you, Daddy," Xyla hugged him tightly.

"Please take good care of her, Damian," Sammy said, patting his son-in-law's shoulders firmly.

"Of course, Daddy. I'll protect Xyla with all my heart. I'd never waste a woman like her," Damian promised.

Sammy's eyes welled up as he hugged Damian briefly. "I'll hold onto that promise, Damian," he whispered.

Soon, the car sped away, leaving the cheering guests behind.

They checked into a 5-star hotel before heading off on their honeymoon trip.

The hotel room door opened, revealing a romantic setup-rose petals on the bed spelling out Love, and a breathtaking view of the beach at night.

"Please come in, my princess," Damian said sweetly, holding Xyla's hand.

Xyla blushed at his gesture. Without warning, Damian carried her bridal-style, laying her gently on the rose-covered bed.

"Who prepared all this?" Xyla asked curiously.

"Who else? Definitely not me. Since when did I come here before?" Damian teased.

"You're so annoying!" Xyla giggled, kissing his lips briefly.

"What? Being annoying to my own wife is allowed, right?" Damian smirked, kissing her back.

He stroked her cheek, kissing her softly. The kiss deepened, his fingers already reaching for the zipper of her gown.

His lips traveled from her mouth to her neck. Clothes were tossed aside, and he pulled the blanket over them.

"Now?" Damian whispered breathlessly.

Xyla only nodded. Damian kissed her forehead and continued.

That night became their first blissful memory as husband and wife.

"Thank you, love," Damian whispered, holding her close, kissing her bare shoulder.

No response.

When he peeked at her face, he chuckled. "Seriously? You already fell asleep?" he murmured softly, seeing Xyla fast asleep in his arms.

Damian slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes before glancing at Xyla who was still fast asleep.

He leaned closer, letting his fingers trace her cheek lightly. Her skin was soft, her lashes long, brows perfectly shaped, and those lips-red and tempting even without any lipstick.

Damn... if only we had met earlier, maybe I really would've fallen for you, Xyla, he thought.

But seriously... are you just dumb, or plain naïve? he sneered inside his head.

He stood up and walked toward the balcony. The night breeze hit him, playing with his hair as he took a deep breath.

"My plan's going smooth... just thirty percent left," he whispered to himself with a crooked smile.

Then, his phone buzzed. The screen lit up, showing the caller's name.

Ivy ♥ My Love

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To be continued...

Chapter 2: Betrayal

Xyla and Damian were now sitting in a fancy business-class flight. The cabin was calm, cozy, and quiet. Well, obviously-this is the expensive class, only rich or important people could afford it.

Xyla looked super happy this time. It's been her dream for so long to travel openly with the man she loves, without hiding like before. Especially since her dad totally disapproved of their relationship back then.

"So... where exactly are we going? Why abroad though?" Damian asked, curious.

After getting married, they never planned to fly anywhere. Their honeymoon plan was only around the country.

"Surprise!!" Xyla said with a bright grin. Damian stared at her, confused.

"We're going to Portugal for our honeymoon!" she announced.

"You serious?" Damian turned quickly, almost not believing what he heard.

"Of course," Xyla nodded confidently.

Damian's face lit up instantly. Portugal was his dream country, especially since it's the birthplace of his favorite football player, Cristiano Ronaldo.

He hugged Xyla tight, his happiness overflowing.

"Thank you, babe, for doing all this," Damian said with sparkling eyes. He'd wanted to go there for so long, but expensive tickets and travel costs always stopped him.

"For my husband, I'll do anything," Xyla replied sweetly.

"How about we... you know, right here in the plane?" Damian teased with a mischievous smirk.

Xyla quickly glanced around, nervous. "Oh my God! You're unbelievable! What if a flight attendant walks by?"

But deep down, she was tempted. The first time they did it after marriage was unforgettable, especially with Damian's skills in bed.

"No one's gonna know, it's private here," Damian whispered with that cheeky smile.

Xyla's face showed confusion, torn between saying yes or no. Her funny expression made Damian burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Look at your face, so cute!"

"Ugh! So you're just making fun of me?!" Xyla pouted, annoyed.

Then suddenly, she grabbed his collar and kissed him passionately. Damian was caught up in the moment right away.

"You sure you wanna do it here?" Damian asked, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Of course. This is payback for teasing me!" Xyla shot back firmly.

But just as things got heated, a tapping sound interrupted them. Xyla quickly stopped and fixed her clothes. Damian was dumbfounded, not knowing why she suddenly stopped.

"Why did you-" Before he could finish, a flight attendant showed up.

"Excuse me, sir, ma'am..." she said, her tone not so friendly.

"Oh, right~" Damian straightened himself up, pretending to be calm, even though he looked guilty like someone caught red-handed.

He and the flight attendant exchanged a silent look, one that felt... loaded.

"Would you like some salad? Our airline serves the best one," the pretty flight attendant said, puffing her chest a bit on purpose.

Her face was cold, not friendly at all.

"Yeah, sure," Xyla answered.

The attendant was about to leave, but Xyla stopped her.

"Oh, and fries too, please," Xyla added casually while flipping through a magazine on her lap.

The attendant's face turned even colder.

"Don't be so grumpy. I know you're still single, so don't be jealous," Xyla teased her with an unimpressed look.

"Ugh! Why so annoying? Since when did you two get married, huh?! Why didn't you tell me? And now we meet here?!" the flight attendant snapped at Xyla.

Damian froze, confused. Do they know each other?

"Hehe... I didn't tell you on purpose. I mean, I said I was getting married before, but you wouldn't have come anyway, right?" Xyla replied while sneaking a glance at the name tag.

Ivy Albert.

A tall, beautiful woman-an old friend of Xyla's from their high school days in California.

"Well, you can see why. My job's crazy busy, flying all the time. I barely go home once a year," Ivy said.

"Come on, you should take a break sometimes," Xyla said casually.

Damian stayed silent. How the hell did his girlfriend's friend end up being his wife's friend?

"Anyway, this is my husband, Damian. And Damian, this is Ivy, my high school friend from California," Xyla introduced.

Damian and Ivy exchanged polite greetings, pretending not to know each other.

"How come I never heard about this friend of yours?" Damian asked, throwing a quick glance at Ivy.

"Well, duh. She's always flying. I even offered her a job at my dad's company, but she refused and went to flight school instead," Xyla explained.

Ivy just grinned. "It's called chasing dreams."

She came from a humble family, but her hard work got her a full scholarship for flight attendant school.

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-Lisbon Airport-

It was already 9 p.m. local time. Xyla and Damian were sitting at the waiting area, waiting for their ride.

"Babe, I need to go to the restroom for a sec," Damian excused himself.

"Okay."

He put a scarf around her neck so she wouldn't feel too cold in the autumn breeze.

"I'll be right back," Damian said, brushing her cheek before leaving.

He walked away quickly, glancing back once or twice.

When he reached near the restroom-

"Damian!" a woman's voice called out.

A flight attendant rushed toward him, dragging her big luggage.

Ivy Albert.

She ran straight into his arms, hugging him tight. Their lips met briefly before they hugged again.

"Damian, I missed you," Ivy said softly.

"I missed you too."

"Liar!" Ivy pouted, pushing his chest lightly.

"I'm serious, Ivy."

"Then why did you marry Xyla?" she asked with a sulky face.

"Babe, you know why. You know our plan, right?" Damian coaxed her, holding her hand.

"Just wait a little longer, and I'll give you everything," he promised, sliding a ring onto her finger.

Ivy gasped when she saw it-a diamond ring with a small stone, sparkling under the lights.

"I'll get you a bigger one next time," Damian said.

Ivy's smile widened as she admired the ring.

"Oh yeah, why didn't you ever tell me that you and Xyla were friends?" Damian asked.

"Why would I? No point in that," Ivy replied, still staring at her hand.

"By the way... have you slept with her yet?" Ivy asked suspiciously.

"If I wanna have kids with her, then of course I gotta sleep with her, right?" Damian answered casually.

Ivy's face turned sour. "Annoying," she muttered.

"Don't worry. As long as I don't fall in love with her," she warned.

"Relax. My love's only for you," Damian assured her.

Then Ivy pulled him toward a restroom that was under maintenance.

"What are we doing here?" Damian asked once they got inside.

Ivy began unbuttoning her uniform. "Obviously... having fun with what you got down there," she smirked, glancing at his pants.

Damian chuckled with meaning. "Alright then, if that's what you want." He lifted her onto the sink.

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Finally, Xyla and Damian arrived at the five-star hotel Xyla had booked long before their wedding.

"How is it? Do you like the view?" Xyla asked with a sweet smile.

"Of course, babe. Thank you for making my dream come true," Damian said, kissing her forehead gently.

"As long as it's for you, I'll accept anything," Xyla replied softly.

To Xyla, money didn't matter. She accepted Damian fully, even though he was just a factory worker in her family's company.

What she loved about Damian was his personality: hardworking, smart, brave, and humble. Even though he was handsome, he never felt ashamed to work as a laborer in Sinclair Corp.

"Thank you, babe. I promise I'll love you forever. Till we're old, till we close our eyes for good," Damian whispered, kissing her forehead again.

To be continued...

Chapter 3: Sammy Wants a Grandchild

Xyla woke up from her sleep, blinking a few times. She glanced at the empty spot next to her bed.

She had overslept again. Even though she'd been married to Damian for almost a year now, that bad habit of hers was just too hard to change. Plus, Damian had been working late a lot these days.

She rushed to wash her face, then ran down the stairs of the new house she now shared with her husband and mother-in-law.

"Come on, Xyla, let's have breakfast!" Rose, her mother-in-law, called when she saw her standing at the kitchen door.

Damian turned too, "Hey, I made you some sandwiches," he said.

Xyla walked in with her head down, "Sorry, Mom... I overslept again," she said guiltily.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're tired from work, I understand," Damian tried to comfort her.

"I don't mind cooking for you two either. I mean, I've got nothing else to do in this house," Rose added.

"Just staying with you guys already makes me happy."

Xyla quickly cut in, "Don't say that, Mom. You're supposed to live with us. Damian's mom is my mom too."

"Thank you, dear," Rose smiled faintly.

Xyla smiled back a little.

The three of them had breakfast in silence. Until Xyla suddenly spoke up, "Why don't we just hire a maid, Mom?"

Rose and Damian both turned to her.

"No need, babe. Mom and I can handle the housework. Hiring one is just a waste of money," Damian said.

"Y-yeah, Xyla. Besides, I need something to do. If I don't, my body gets stiff," Rose added, sounding a little nervous.

"But Mom-"

Damian quickly cut her off, "Forget it, babe. Just focus on running Dad's company."

"Fine," Xyla answered shortly.

It was always like this. Every time she suggested hiring a maid, Damian and Rose would shoot it down with the same excuses. It made her feel uneasy.

Damian tucked a strand of Xyla's hair behind her ear, a romantic gesture that made her blush since Rose was right there.

After breakfast, Xyla changed into her work clothes and headed to the office. Damian had left earlier since the company and the factory were in different directions.

Before leaving, Xyla's eyes caught the big cabinet where she stored her expensive antique collection-small vases, cups, bowls, and more.

"Wait a sec..." she froze.

"Why's that vase missing? Wasn't it still there yesterday?" she muttered, frowning.

She checked the cabinet again, clearly upset. Those antiques weren't cheap-each worth tens of millions at the least.

But not wanting to be late, she hurried out. "Ugh, I'll deal with the vase later," she thought.

•••

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. Here's today's report, and there's another meeting later," said Louis, her secretary and cousin.

"Again?!" Xyla sighed. She'd been stuck in meetings nonstop for a whole week.

"Yep. The company's booming, so lots of investors wanna join in," Louis explained.

Xyla rubbed her temples, "Can't you replace me?"

"Ha! You're crazy. I'm just a secretary. No way I wanna be CEO. What a headache. Just like you!" Louis teased, dropping a folder on her desk.

Knock... knock...

The sound made Xyla lift her head lazily. "Who the hell now? Can't I just have one peaceful workday?!" she grumbled.

A middle-aged man rolled in with his automatic wheelchair.

"Daddy!" Xyla exclaimed, surprised but happy. It had been a while since she last saw Sammy.

She ran over and hugged him.

"What's this, Xyla? I could hear your complaining all the way from outside," Sammy said.

"Hehe... it's nothing, Dad," Xyla denied.

"That's a lie, Uncle. She's whining about meetings again," Louis snitched, grinning.

"You little brat!" Xyla pouted.

"I came here to talk to you seriously," Sammy said firmly.

"What is it, Dad?" Xyla asked, curious.

Louis was about to excuse himself, but Sammy stopped him. "You too, Louis. I need you to help explain this to her."

Louis froze. It was rare for his uncle to be this serious.

•••

The three of them had lunch at a café far from the office. Sammy used to come here with his late wife, sometimes bringing little Xyla along.

Xyla wondered why her dad chose this place. Usually, if he did, it meant something important was on his mind.

"What do you want to talk about, Dad?" she asked. It had been thirty minutes since they finished eating, but Sammy still hadn't said a word about it.

Louis just sat quietly, watching them.

"Sweetheart, don't you ever think about having kids?" Sammy suddenly asked.

Xyla froze.

"Of course, Dad. I wanna have kids... someday," she answered.

"Someday? Daddy wants them now. Don't you think about your husband? Damian must want kids too, right?" Sammy pressed.

Xyla lowered her gaze.

"Me and Damian have been trying, Dad. But maybe God hasn't blessed us yet," she said softly.

"Trying isn't enough. You've got money, use it to see a doctor. And honestly, I think you should quit the company."

"What?!" Xyla couldn't believe it.

Louis was shocked too. Who'd run the company then?

"What did I do wrong, Dad?" she asked quietly.

"You didn't do anything wrong. You're just too busy with work, forgetting to give Daddy a grandchild. You've been married almost a year. What will people say?" Sammy said sternly.

"... And you forgot to take care of your husband too, didn't you?" he added.

Xyla fell silent. His words stung because they were true. She'd been so focused on work that she neglected Damian-sometimes not even coming home.

"So if I quit, who'll take my place, Dad?" she asked.

Sammy looked at Louis, who was busy playing with his straw. Both Sammy and Xyla stared at him together.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" Louis asked, confused.

Xyla giggled, "I agree, Dad. My little bro here is handsome, smart, and rich enough to be CEO!" She pinched Louis's cheek.

"Ouch, stop it!" Louis yelped.

"Louis, you'll replace Xyla as CEO," Sammy said firmly.

"W-what?! Me?!" Louis's eyes widened.

"Yeah. You're gonna run the company," Sammy repeated.

"I'm not ready, Uncle. No way. I'm just a secretary!"

"There's no one else. You have to. I believe in you," Sammy insisted.

"Daddy's right. I believe in you too," Xyla added, ignoring his excuses.

"B-but..."

"You don't want me to have kids, huh?" Xyla pouted, pretending to sulk.

Louis panicked.

"Come on, son. Help me carry on the company your mom and I built," Sammy pleaded.

Louis sighed deeply. "Alright, Uncle. I'll try."

Sammy and Xyla were instantly overjoyed.

"Thanks, my handsome brother..." Xyla teased, pinching his cheek again.

"Yakhhh!" Louis glared at her, annoyed.

Sammy just smiled, watching the two of them act silly-just like when they were kids.

•••

That day, Xyla came home earlier than usual. Starting tomorrow, she'd finally have more time for her little family.

She came carrying a big plastic bag of pizza-Damian and Rose's favorite.

She put it on the dining table.

"Alright, I'll change first. Maybe Mom's in her room," Xyla muttered, heading upstairs.

As she passed Rose's room, she noticed the door slightly open. Inside, she saw a bunch of shopping bags piled on the bed.

"Did Mom go shopping a lot?" Xyla thought.

But she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she walked to her own room to change out of her work clothes.

To be continued...