Chapter Seven: The Edge of Obsession
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Obsession is a dangerous thing. It does not knock gently or ask for permission. It consumes.
And someone had been consumed for a long time.
His name was Damon Graves—a quiet, brooding figure in the shadows of Westfield Academy. He wasn’t as popular as the Lucian twins. He didn’t possess their wealth or charisma. But he watched. He studied. And what he lacked in charm, he made up for in obsession.
Years ago, his sister had fallen in love with one of the twins—only to discover that both Gabriel and Goshen had been with her. She felt hurt and used. When she told Damon, he swore revenge.
But how could he touch the untouchable?
The twins were powerful—sons of one of the wealthiest families in the country. Flawless. Careful. Always admired. Their perfection only deepened Damon’s hatred. He promised himself he’d make them suffer.
Then one day, Heaven walked into Westfield. Damon was drawn to her instantly. There was something about her—her quiet strength, her depth, her mystery. She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t flirt. She didn’t follow. She simply existed, and that made her all the more unreachable.
He tried to approach her many times.
But they were always there.
Gabriel and Goshen.
They orbited around her like guardians. Every time Damon tried to draw near, one of them would appear—silent, intimidating. A warning without words.
His obsession grew. So did his rage.
And when Damon saw Goshen ask Heaven out—and Gabriel fight him over it—something inside him snapped.
That was the moment.
And then fate gave him a devil’s bargain.
Heaven’s father approached him.
The man didn’t want money. He offered it.
“I’ll pay you any amount,” he said. “Just make sure she disappears. Permanently.”
Damon didn’t hesitate.
He didn’t care about the reward.
He cared about revenge.
“If she can destroy them,” Damon whispered, “then I’ll destroy her.”
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It happened on a Thursday.
Heaven was walking home. The evening air was cool. Her aunt Grace had stayed late at work. The streets were quiet.
She didn’t notice the car.
She didn’t hear the footsteps until it was too late.
A hand. A needle. Darkness.
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When Grace got home and saw the house empty, her heart sank. Heaven had never stayed out late without notice. She called her phone—no answer. She tried again. Nothing.
Worried, she contacted the school. She begged them for the twins’ numbers. At first, they refused. But her desperation broke them.
She called Gabriel and Goshen. They were shocked.
“She’s missing,” she told them. “She’s not home.”
They immediately began searching.
She also called Heaven’s father.
His response shattered her.
“Good,” he said coldly. “I hope she’s finally dead. Maybe now my wife’s soul can rest.”
Grace gasped. “How can you say that? Your daughter—your own flesh and blood—could be in danger!”
“She was a mistake. My wife died giving birth to her. She should’ve died instead.”
Tears rolled down Grace’s cheeks. “My sister gave up her life so Heaven could live. She chose her child. And I promised to protect her.”
That night, the twins did not sleep.
They called everyone. Searched everywhere. But no one had seen her.
The next morning, her seat was empty.
Gabriel felt like the air had left his lungs. Goshen couldn’t breathe.
Then they found the note.
Typed. Cold.
“You bastards hurt my sister. Used her like she was nothing. Now I’ll do the same to you. She’s mine now. And when I’m done, there’ll be nothing left for you to love.”
Gabriel crushed it in his fist.
Goshen punched the wall, blood smearing his knuckles.
They ran home.
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The Devereux mansion had never felt darker.
Lucian stood still as his sons stormed in.
“She’s gone!” Gabriel shouted. “We don’t know where or who took her.”
Helen’s eyes welled with tears. “We’ll find her.”
“No,” Goshen said. “If she dies—”
“We burn the world,” Gabriel finished.
Lucian glared. “You’re threatening your own home?”
“This house means nothing without her,” Goshen said.
Then Irene stood.
“You two listen to me. You are not just boys anymore. You are destined. This girl—Heaven—is the heart of everything. If anything happens to her, this family will not survive.”
She looked at Lucian. “You. Do something. Your sons need their wife.”
Lucian hesitated. Then pulled out his phone. “Every resource. Every contact. I’ll find her.”
For once, the family was united.
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In a cold warehouse, Heaven awoke to pain.
Her wrists were bound. Her face bruised. Damon watched her with sick satisfaction.
“You don’t know me,” he whispered, “but I’ve watched you. You’re the reason they fight. And now you’ll pay.”
He crouched beside her.
“My sister was used by them. So now, I’ll use you. You’ll cry, and they’ll hear it. You’ll break, and they’ll feel it.”
Heaven sobbed. “Please… let me go…”
Damon’s eyes gleamed. “Even your father wants you gone. He paid me to erase you.”
His phone rang.
“It’s done,” he said.
On the other end, a deep voice answered, “Good. Make her disappear. There’s a reward waiting.”
He hung up. It was Heaven’s father.
Damon leaned close, cruel smile widening. “Let’s see if they’ll still love you… after I’ve had you.”
Her screams echoed in the darkness.
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At the Devereux estate, Grace was trembling.
“I think I know who’s behind this,” she said.
They turned to her.
“Heaven’s father,” she whispered. “He never wanted her. He once swore he’d erase her from this world.”
Gabriel’s face darkened.
Goshen stood.
“Then we start with him.”
The twins could feel something deep inside—pain. A connection. As if their souls were being torn.
Tears slipped from Gabriel’s eyes. He hadn’t cried since he was a child.
Goshen clenched his fists. “She’s hurting. I can feel it.”
“She’s in pain… emotionally… physically,” Gabriel added.
“I’ll kill him,” Goshen growled. “I’ll make him pay for laying hands on what belongs to us.”
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The fire had been lit.
And the war for Heaven had begun.
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