His Dangerous Obsession

Fractures

(Sabrina’s POV)

The silk robe clung to my body as I leaned against Dominic’s balcony, the city lights flickering beneath me like dying stars. Another glass of wine in my hand, another night where he wouldn’t look at me.

He was always somewhere else in his thoughts, in his rage, in his silence. And lately… distracted. His eyes, when they weren’t cold steel, carried something softer. A curiosity.

It wasn’t about me. I could feel it.

I hated that.

Dominic and I shared a son, and yet I wasn’t enough to hold him. He let me into his house, into his bed when he was bored, but never into his heart. Never fully.

He was slipping further from me, and if I ever discovered who was pulling his attention away, I would tear her apart piece by piece.

I sipped the wine, the bitterness coating my tongue like poison. Dominic Moretti belonged to me. Whether he admitted it or not.

(Lisa’s POV)

The ringtone jolted me awake, the dim light of the lamp revealing my daughter’s pale face as she slept beside me. My chest tightened. She was still burning up.

I fumbled for the phone, exhaustion pressing heavy on me.

“Lisa,” the manager’s clipped tone snapped through the line, sharp enough to make me flinch. “You think you can just miss a shift on your second night? Do you know how many girls are begging for this job?”

“I—I’m sorry,” I whispered, glancing at my daughter. “My daughter… she’s sick. I couldn’t leave her.”

A pause. His sigh softened, but only slightly. “Look, I get it. You’re a mother. But let’s be real waitressing isn’t going to pay for hospital visits or medicine. You’re barely covering rent with this.”

“I’ll manage,” I said quickly, though the words felt hollow.

“You won’t,” he countered bluntly. “If you’re serious about sticking around, you should think about dancing. The money’s better. Much better.”

My stomach turned. “Dancing?”

“You don’t even have to do much. Just stage presence. Men pay for the fantasy, not the reality. One night on stage and you’ll make what you would in a week serving drinks.”

I hung up not long after, his words buzzing in my skull like hornets.

I stared at my daughter, clutching her tiny hand, and for the first time, the thought of stepping onto that stage didn’t just terrify me. It tempted me. Because maybe survival meant sacrificing shame.

(Dominic’s POV)

The house was quiet when I got back. My son was already asleep thank God. He didn’t need to see me like this, smelling of smoke and whiskey, hands still aching from what I’d done earlier.

Sabrina was sprawled across my couch, her legs crossed, glass of wine dangling from her manicured fingers. Her eyes followed me, calculating, hungry, but I ignored her.

“Don’t you ever get tired of working so late?” she purred.

“Don’t you ever get tired of waiting up?” I shot back, loosening my tie.

Her smile faltered, but I didn’t care. I poured myself another whiskey, the burn down my throat a familiar comfort.

And then, without warning, she flashed in my mind the clumsy waitress from the club. The way she’d nearly stumbled, eyes wide and nervous, like a lamb thrown into a den of wolves.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I pulled out my phone, dialing the manager of the club. He answered quickly, probably terrified I was calling for a reason he wouldn’t survive.

“There was a new girl last night,” I said, my voice low. “Waitress. Small frame. Brown hair. Nervous as hell. What’s her name?”

There was a pause. “Lisa… Lisa Carver.”

“Carver,” I repeated, the name rolling off my tongue heavier than it should. “What’s her story?”

Another hesitation. Then, carefully: “Single mother. Quiet type. Keeps to herself. Honestly, I didn’t think she’d last a week.”

A single mother.

I leaned back in the chair, glass of whiskey dangling from my fingers. That explained the shadows under her eyes. The way she held herself together like the world was already pressing too hard.

I should’ve let it go. She was nobody to me. Just another girl hustling for scraps in a world that devoured the weak.

And yet… instead of forgetting her, my curiosity only sharpened.

Why the hell was a woman like that stepping into my world?

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She didn't belong to my world but it felt right for her to be in it.