Billionaire’s Wicked Obsession

Pierce's hand still held mine firmly, with no sign of letting go. There was something in his gaze, a force that made me feel bound, even though there were no chains tying us.

I could feel his steady heartbeat, each beat seeming to confirm a promise unspoken between us. A promise only we could understand, yet strong enough to hold back any doubts.

"Elsie," Pierce's voice was deeper, heavier than before. I looked at him, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words. "Don't hesitate. You've already made your choice."

I swallowed. I already knew the answer. Even without words, without warning, I knew this decision would change everything.

"If you've made your choice," Pierce continued, "then you must be ready for the consequences."

I didn't understand exactly what he meant. But there was something in the way he spoke—how he looked at me—that made me feel there was no turning back. I couldn't return to my old life. And for some reason, I didn't want to.

"Are you ready?" Pierce asked, his voice softer, yet still containing an undeniable firmness.

I nodded slowly. No words could capture what I was feeling at that moment. Only certainty grew inside me, even though I didn't know what would happen next.

Pierce smiled faintly, a smile filled with meaning that was hard to decipher. A smile that made my heart beat faster. It was as if he knew something I hadn't yet fully understood.

With a smooth motion, he pulled me closer, ensuring I stayed near him. I could feel the warmth of his body, the strength emanating from every movement. And I knew, I couldn't resist that.

"Don't ever think of leaving, Elsie," he whispered near my ear, his voice full of conviction, but also a promise that couldn't be denied. "Because after this, I won't let you go."

Pierce's words hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning. His voice was firm, but there was an undeniable softness that couldn't be hidden. I stared at him, still trying to process what he had just said. It felt like there was something deeper between us, something unspoken yet so clearly felt.

I wanted to speak, to ask, to make sure everything was clear. But when my eyes met his, everything felt so real. This decision wasn't about words. It was about the feeling between us—something that had grown so deep, so strong, it overshadowed any doubts.

Pierce took a deep breath, then stepped closer. His hand reached up to gently touch my cheek, as if making sure I was really here, standing beside him. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart as our bodies grew nearer.

"I know you're scared," he said, his voice softer now. "But you don't have to be. I'll take care of whatever happens."

I wanted to speak, to release everything I had been holding inside, but my mouth felt locked. All I could feel was one overwhelming sensation: the closeness that was inevitable, the bond that seemed to grow stronger with every passing second. I felt like I was being swept away in his current, unable to pull back, unable to let go.

Without thinking, I gave a small nod, as if agreeing to whatever would come. It felt like the first time I chose to follow the path that led me to Pierce—uncertain of what would happen, but completely sure I wanted to stay by his side.

Pierce smiled, a smile that seemed to dissolve all the tension that had been building up. He nodded slowly, as if understanding my decision without a word. But I could feel that he knew. He knew I was ready.

"Alright," he said, his voice now more resolute. "You've made your choice, Elsie. And I'm not letting you back out now."

He pulled me closer, and I felt my body pressed against his, as if the world belonged to just the two of us. What had once been filled with uncertainty now transformed into certainty. I knew that whatever came next, I would never go back to the life I once had.

This was the beginning of something new—something unavoidable, something we could only walk through together.

Pierce moved closer, there was almost no space between us. Our breaths intertwined, and my heartbeat quickened. Without warning, he grabbed my waist, pulling me into his embrace so tightly that I almost lost my balance.

"Pierce..." I whispered, feeling my entire body stiffen in his arms.

"You don't need to say anything," he replied in a low voice, filled with pressure. His left hand gently caressed my hair, while the other touched my cheek softly, yet with power. "I already know how you feel."

I looked up at him, my lips dry. The feeling came so strong, so deep—it almost suffocated me. I could feel his eyes piercing through me, as if reading every fear and confusion without needing a single word.

"I can't just... trust all of this," I tried to speak, though my voice sounded fragile. "There's so much I don't know."

"You don't need to know everything," he answered firmly, his voice carrying a sincerity that left a mark. "Trust me. I'll make you sure."

I could only stay silent, my eyes fixed on his lips, getting closer. It felt like the whole world had gone silent, as if it were just the two of us here.

Then, without further warning, his lips pressed gently against mine, applying a pressure full of meaning. My entire body trembled, and it was as if all the doubts and fears that once haunted me vanished in an instant.

That kiss wasn't just a kiss—it was a statement, a promise greater than anything. I knew, this is where I was meant to be. Here, with Pierce.

The kiss triggered a series of unspoken emotions. Every passing second felt heavier, deeper, as if the world around us had vanished. But when we finally parted, our breaths were ragged, and our eyes met, something stronger than before lingered—an unspoken connection.

Pierce gazed at me intently. "Are you still unsure?" he asked, his voice firm, but there was a softness I couldn't ignore.

I lowered my gaze, confused by my own feelings. All my uncertainties, my doubts, were trapped inside me. But one thing was clear—I felt something much bigger than just fear or hesitation. There was a growing desire inside me, a desire to get closer, to understand who he really was.

"Honestly, I don't know... what I should feel," I admitted, my voice barely audible.

Pierce stepped closer, so close that I could feel his heartbeat racing. "You don't have to know everything right now," he whispered, his voice vibrating through my body. "Sometimes, we have to trust without understanding everything."

I bit my lip, feeling the weight on my chest. I wanted to say something, but the words felt too difficult to say. All these emotions were so complicated, like tangled threads I couldn't untangle.

"Pierce..." I finally whispered, my eyes locked on his. "What do you want from me?"

He smiled, not just any smile, but one that hinted at a secret yet to be revealed. "I just want you by my side," he answered softly. "Nothing more than that."

His words made my heart race. There was something so sincere in his answer, and I felt myself getting deeper into the world he had created around me. A world that felt so exciting, yet so frightening at the same time.

Pierce's hand slowly lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze, which was full of mystery. There was an unspoken feeling between us, something intangible. It felt as if there were so many words I wanted to say, yet I was trapped in silence, unsure of what to say.

He leaned closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath. "Why are you afraid?" he asked, his voice gentle, though there was a firmness I couldn't ignore.

I couldn't stop myself from feeling the wave of anxiety rising. "I'm afraid... I'm afraid I can't give you what you want," I answered, my voice hoarse, though I knew it sounded more like an excuse than the real reason.

Pierce was silent for a moment, his eyes seemingly piercing into my thoughts. "You don't need to give anything but yourself," he replied, his voice deep and full of meaning. "I'm not asking for more."

I bit my lower lip, my heart pounding. "But... I don't know what to do with these feelings," I said, nearly on the verge of tears. I was afraid of getting too entangled, afraid of falling too deep with no way back.

He didn't answer right away, but his hand holding mine tighter seemed to reassure me. "Don't be afraid," he said softly, but his words were so calming. "We won't know until we try."

I fell silent, reflecting. Sometimes, in moments like this, words no longer matter. What remains is the feeling that flows, and I felt myself being swept away by its current. But there was a part of me that wanted to fight, that wanted to keep my distance so I wouldn't lose control.

"And what if I can't?" I asked, my voice almost inaudible, though there was determination in my heart.

Pierce gently touched my cheek, his fingers seemingly touching every fear I had. "You don't have to know everything right now," he answered with a smile that slightly curled his lips. "What matters is that we're honest with each other. Maybe that's all we need."

I stared at him, tension building within me, but also a sense of relief that came slowly. There was something deep in his words. Maybe he was right. Maybe I just needed to let myself feel it.

"Okay," I finally said, calming myself. "I'll try."

And in that moment, amidst the uncertainty surrounding us, I knew that the first step had been taken. We couldn't go back. We could only move forward.

After a few seconds of silence that felt so long, the atmosphere around us began to shift. Even though the words had been spoken, and I felt somewhat relieved, there was still something hanging in the air—something that hadn't been fully resolved.

Pierce looked at me with an expression full of meaning. "Don't worry," he said, his voice now sounding more serious, as if he was trying to make sure I truly understood what he was feeling. "I won't leave you. Never."

I lowered my gaze, avoiding his eyes that seemed to penetrate deep within me. "But what if I mess everything up?" I replied softly, trying to hold back the anxiety that was starting to creep in again.

Pierce lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. "No one's perfect," he said gently. "We'll learn together. Isn't that the most important thing?"

His words touched my heart, making me feel warmth starting to grow between us. But there was still doubt in my heart. I knew I wasn't fully ready to open up completely, to give more than I could offer. Yet, there was something in the way Pierce spoke—how he made me feel safe, even in this uncertainty.

"But..." I sighed, trying to express what was making me anxious. "I don't know where to begin. I'm afraid... afraid of being disappointed."

Pierce smiled faintly, his fingers gently stroking the back of my hand, as if giving me calm with every touch he gave. "We'll start from here. From what we have now. We don't need to rush," he said, easing my doubts in the simplest yet most meaningful way.

I looked into his eyes, trying to find reassurance in that gaze. Slowly, the tension in my body began to melt. Maybe this was what I needed—to not rush, to let myself feel without the fear that had always held me back.

"Alright," I finally replied, my voice more firm, though there was still a hint of doubt. "We'll try."

But even though I said it, in my heart, there were many things I couldn't yet express. I was afraid of hoping too much. Afraid of getting hurt if it all ended. But Pierce... he made me feel like I could be more than just my fears.

There was a glimmer of hope that appeared inside me, and though it was faint, I knew this was the beginning of something bigger. Something that would change the course of our lives, no matter where it led.

And as we stood there, still looking at each other, I knew one thing for sure—whatever happened, I didn't want to let go of what we had now.

I understand, and I'll make sure the story is engaging and flows well in the next part. Here's the continuation in English:

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Pierce took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. Yet, his expression remained tense, revealing that he was also struggling with his thoughts.

"There's something else you need to know," he said, his voice heavy. "I didn't come here just to talk about the future. There's something more important that we need to settle now."

I looked at him, my eyes widening slightly. "What do you mean?"

Pierce turned, slowly walking toward the desk in the corner of the room. With a swift motion, he opened a drawer and pulled out a thick envelope. Without a word, he brought it to me and handed it over.

"This is something I've been keeping hidden for a long time. Something that could change everything," he said with a serious tone, offering no further explanation.

I grasped the envelope with trembling hands. My heart began to race, a mix of curiosity and anxiety stirring within me. "What is this?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

Pierce only smiled faintly, then sat beside me. "Just open it."

Carefully, I opened the envelope, pulling out a sheet of paper that looked old and slightly creased. As I read the first line, my face went pale.

It was a legal document. But more than that—this was an agreement that I never expected. My name was clearly written on it, alongside a binding contract. I stared at Pierce in confusion.

"What is this, Pierce?" My voice trembled, unable to hide my fear. "You... you tied me to this agreement?"

Pierce lowered his head, his eyes briefly meeting the floor before returning to mine. "I know this is hard to accept," he said quietly. "But there are things we can't control. There are things we have to do for safety and the future."

I fell silent, trying to process what had just happened. There were so many questions swirling in my head. Why did he do this? Why keep it from me?

"Pierce..." I whispered, feeling trapped in an unwanted situation. "Why didn't I know about this before?"

He sighed deeply, lowering his head once more. "Because I didn't want you to be burdened. I thought it would be better if I carried it," he answered in a soft voice, almost inaudible.

But inside, I felt something was missing. The trust I had started to build between us now seemed to fracture. I knew there were more secrets hidden, and I felt farther from everything I thought I understood.

I wanted to speak, but the words were stuck. In this room, the silence and tension grew thicker, choking us in its grasp.

"So, what now?" I finally asked, my eyes locking with Pierce's. "What do we do with this?"

He looked at me, without giving an immediate response. Suddenly, the atmosphere became heavier. I felt like I was caught in a vortex I couldn't stop, and the more I tried to understand, the more layers were revealed, leaving me lost in it all.

"This is just the beginning," Pierce finally answered, his tone more resolute. "We need to prepare for what's to come."

Pierce remained silent as I opened the envelope with slightly trembling hands. Inside were several sheets of old paper and a faded photograph. My heart pounded faster as I looked at the faces in the picture—one of them was Pierce, but much younger. Beside him was a woman whose face felt strangely familiar, and behind them stood a man with a sharp expression.

"What is this, Pierce?" My voice wavered as I stared at him.

He let out a deep sigh, as if the weight he carried was too heavy to put into words. "This... is a part of my past that I've never told you about."

A strange feeling wrapped around me—a growing sense of unease with each passing second. I read through the papers inside the envelope, my eyes scanning the words with bated breath.

The letters were filled with details I had never imagined. About how Pierce wasn't entirely the man I thought I knew, about secrets he had kept hidden all this time, and about our relationship being far more complicated than I had ever suspected.

I looked up at him, my body rigid. "Why are you only telling me now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Pierce gazed at me with eyes full of guilt. "Because I was afraid of losing you."

The world around me seemed to shift. I didn't know if I was ready to face the truth that had just been laid bare before me.

I hesitated before taking the envelope from Pierce's hand. It felt heavier than it should have, as if the weight wasn't just from the paper inside but from the meaning it carried. My fingers brushed against his as I took it, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words.

Pierce's gaze remained locked on mine, his expression unreadable. "Open it," he said, his voice steady but carrying an edge of something deeper—something I wasn't sure I was ready to face.

I swallowed hard and carefully peeled open the envelope. Inside was a stack of documents, neatly arranged but worn at the edges, as if they had been handled too many times before reaching me. My eyes scanned the top page, and as the words registered in my mind, a chill ran down my spine.

It was a contract.

A legally binding agreement with my name printed in bold letters at the top. And right beside it—Pierce's name.

"What is this?" My voice was barely above a whisper, but I knew he heard the tension in it.

Pierce exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "It's an agreement… one I made a long time ago. One that involves you."

I shook my head, confusion and unease curling in my chest. "I don't understand. Why is my name on this?"

He hesitated, his jaw tightening as if he was battling himself over what to say. Finally, he looked at me, his eyes dark with emotion. "Because, Elsie… this was never just about choice. You were always meant to be mine."

The room seemed to shrink around me, my heartbeat loud in my ears. A sharp inhale escaped me as I flipped through the pages, trying to make sense of what I was reading.

Pierce took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "I made a deal," he admitted. "Years ago, before you even knew who I was. It was the only way to secure what I needed. But it came with a condition. And that condition… was you."

My breath hitched. "You mean—"

"Yes," he cut in, his voice firm but laced with something almost like regret. "This wasn't just fate, Elsie. You were promised to me."

I felt the paper tremble slightly in my grip, but I wasn't sure if it was my hands shaking or the weight of what he had just said pressing down on me.

Pierce reached out, his fingers brushing against my wrist, grounding me before I could spiral into panic. "I know how this sounds," he said, softer this time. "And I won't lie to you—I should've told you sooner. But I swear to you, Elsie, I never saw you as an obligation. I never saw you as something I was forced into."

His hand closed around mine, firm but careful. "I want you," he continued, his voice deep with sincerity. "Not because of a contract. Not because of some deal made in the past. But because from the moment I met you, I knew there was no one else."

My heart pounded, a war waging inside me. Everything I thought I knew had just been rewritten, turned into something I never could have imagined.

"Say something," Pierce murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my skin.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. What could I possibly say? That I was angry? That I felt betrayed? That a part of me wanted to run, but an even bigger part of me—one I didn't fully understand—didn't want to let go of him?

Pierce stepped even closer, so close I could feel his warmth seeping into me. "I won't let this change anything between us," he promised. "But you need to decide, Elsie. Now that you know the truth… do you still choose me?"

I looked up at him, my emotions a tangled mess of fear, confusion, and something dangerously close to longing.

This was it.

The moment that would define everything.