Dark Obsession

When Lucian found out his wife, Helen, was pregnant, he was overwhelmed with joy. The moment he heard the news, he rushed to share it with his mother, Irene. Irene was happy for her son—her only son. The thought of him becoming a father soon filled her heart with pride. But along with her joy came a quiet, persistent worry. So she suggested something she believed was necessary. “You should consult the seer,” she said, her eyes sharp with concern. “It’s important to know what fate has in store for your child.” Lucian scoffed. A billionaire and a man of logic, science, and power, he had no patience for his mother’s old beliefs—spirits, omens, prophecies. To him, it was all just superstition—good only for the desperate and the poor. “Mother, I’m not wasting my time on such nonsense. This is good news, and I don’t want you ruining the mood with your superstitious talk,” he said, brushing off her words like dust from his shoulder. And so, he never did. Months later, Helen gave birth to twins—two beautiful baby boys, identical in every way. Their cries echoed through the hospital room like a joyful song. Lucian was ecstatic, filled with pride. The nurses smiled, the doctors offered congratulations, and friends and family celebrated. Everyone was happy—Irene included. She was proud to be a grandmother. But deep down, she was afraid. Because unlike the others, Irene had gone in secret to visit the seer. Her hands trembled as she placed the offering on the table, her heart racing as the old woman took her hands and whispered of the future. The prophecy was clear. The twins were destined to be entangled in a love that was forbidden. A love so intense, so complicated, that it wouldn’t just challenge their bond—it would define their lives. And no force—not love, not power, not even time—could change what had already been written. “They are destined to love one woman,” the seer had said, her voice barely more than a breath. “And that woman… she is destined to love them both. None of them know it now. But the threads of fate are already tied.” Irene’s voice trembled as she asked, “Can their fate be changed?” The seer shook her head solemnly. “No. This is the path they chose before they were born.” The old woman looked into the flames of her candle. “The girl—their girl—will be born five years from now. You must guide them. If you don't… the love meant to bind them could become a war that breaks them.” Irene left the seer’s house with tears in her eyes and a terrible weight pressing down on her soul. She couldn’t tell Lucian. He would never believe her. He might even grow angry and shut her out completely. So she held the secret tightly, locking it deep inside her heart. And from that day on, she watched her grandsons grow—two beautiful, inseparable boys—while silently praying that somehow… some way… fate could still be changed.