His Dark Obsession

Cut and scars

Andrea has been motivated by a sense of competition ever since he discovered Amira's desire to escape for the third time. Everyone assumed he would be angry if she escaped, but it was one of the reasons he wanted to keep her.

He didn't care if she accepted or loved him; he didn't love. But there was something about Amira that made Andrea want to hold her close.

All he wants is to force his powers on her, to make her feel subjugated, to make her feel like she has no one but him, to make her come to him whenever she needs something, but her obstinate nature would not allow it.

"I'm not sure, Mr Martini, but why don't you take Claudia? She is more mature and older than her." Andrea could recollect Mr Banks telling him something in his office.

"You told me you had two daughters, that I am free to pick anyone among the two right?"

"Yes you're right boss." Mr. Banks replied.

"Who is the first among your daughters?" Andrea questioned, holding his arm under his chin and looking into his eyes.

"Hmmm…Claudia Banks is my first daughter." Mr Banks stuttered, attempting to maintain a straight face, but Andrea's aura was fighting him, and it was a war he could not win.

Andrea stayed silent, peering into his soul and examining every part of him. This terrified me, Banks, that he might have done something wrong despite knowing who Andrea was.

"Don't you want this position? Don't you want to be an assistant manager?"

Mr Banks nodded silently, focusing at his fingers and avoiding Andrea's harsh stare. Andrea may be young, but his demeanour is intimidating.

"I'm not here for games, Mr. Banks; I don't want to repeat myself. Tell the truth if you really want to be promoted. Which of your daughters comes first?" Andrea inquired, tapping his fingers on the table and looking at Mr Banks impatiently.

"Amira Banks comes first, Boss. Claudia is not my biological daughter; she is my stepdaughter. Amira is my younger but first biological daughter." Mr Banks responded by heavily inhaling and exhaling, his breath audible across the office.

Andrea's frigid visage quickly turned into a one-cornered smirk as he shoved a paper from his office file onto his desk.

He said this while shoving the paper in front of him. "If you truly want to secure this position, sign this document. This is the contract that you are selling to me."

"Amira Banks, is mine."

Mr Banks signed the paperwork without hesitation and with a happy smile on his face.

"Done sir." He eagerly handed Andrea the paper.

"Plan a wedding. Make sure it is a surprise wedding. Since you informed me about your daughters' personalities, and you referred to Amira as the rebellious one, I want our wedding to be unexpected. And if something goes wrong, you and your family will pay with your lives."

"Yes, Mr Martini. Everything will be ready. Why don't you marry her before she turns 18?"

Andrea remained mute after discovering Amira was still a minor. Although they had never met in person and he had never seen her, his knowledge of how characters worked piqued his attention.

"Make her birthday our wedding, I don't take no for an answer, and don't question me!" He demanded, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips.

"Yes, Mr Martini. I will make it happen. My daughter is yours."

….

Andrea glanced at Amira on the bed, who had passed out before he proceeded.

Having intercourse with her heightened his need for more. He did not feel horrible about forcing himself on her since he lacked empathy.

But something was lacking; he wanted to hear her moan, to hear his name yelled out, whether she was in pain or not.

His gaze followed the blood streaks across the bed. She was a virgin before he forcibly stole it.

He exclaimed, "Geez…" He was full of thoughts. Why didn't he question whether she had her vixen? It doesn't matter anymore.

Something troubled him. He examined his palm, finding some powdered substance on it every time he touched her skin. Despite the fact that he did not strip her, she was still dressed in her former outfit.

Kira soon entered, and Brenda bowed as they saw him.

"You sent for us boss." Kira replied, her gaze fixed on Amira, who was laying unconscious on the bed.

"I want you two to have her bath and change her outfit, and also change the bedsheet, I don't like seeing blood on my property."

He exited his room and went straight to his study, holding his lighted cigarette in his mouth.

He retrieved one of his documents from his enormous desk and scrolled from one to another to examine his company's reports after being absent for several days.

He groaned in annoyance and flung it away, letting the documents to fly around like rain.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number for his personal assistant.

"Boss? Good afternoon, sir. It is an honor to receive your..."

"Spare the formalities, I want you to get that f*cking secretary fired, make sure he lives next thing tomorrow morning, and also employ another one." Andrea replied, roaring his lungs out in rage.

"Okay boss I will do that."

"Also, the interview should be completed as quickly as feasible. Also, inform the finance manager to obtain the company's financial records from the previous week." Andrea disconnected the call without waiting for his response. He was never reckless about his business or anything involving money.

"F*ck." Andrea murmured, letting out smoke from his mouth. He stood up and proceeded to the closet, pressing the button.

This leads to a secret room known only to his closest bodyguard, Rico.

Clapping his hands twice, the lights turned on, exposing the room's brightness.

He walked straight to the table where his confidentially documents were kept, opening it and tracking it with his eyes.

"1.8 billion dollars is not enough. That package is not worth it." He grumbled, rereading the records. Soon, his phone started to ring again.

"What the f*ck is it?" he said angrily.

"Boss, we caught one of the workers, trying to smug some of the drugs away."

Andrea's pout quickly turned into a smile. His body itches for blood, and he was overjoyed to hear this news.

"Okay, hold him tight, keep him in my play room, torture the hell out of him, I'll be there tomorrow to end him myself."

"Okay boss."

With that, he disconnected the conversation, his smile expanding to reveal his pearl white teeth.

"Game on." He mumbled as he threw the already-burned cigarette into his small garbage pail, his hands touching a secret button beneath the desk.

The table instantly split, and a tray full of weapons jumped out.

"Hmm…" he sighed, selecting his revolver and keeping it in his pocket. To revise everything, press the back button.

After that, he left both his hidden and study rooms and walked straight to his room to see what was going on, particularly with Amira.

However, when they arrived, the maids and Amira were not present. And his bed sheets were changed for new ones.

Andrea's patience was drained as she heard another knock.

"What is it?"

He whispered as he saw Kira coming in with a worried expression on her face.

"Boss I have something to say. It's pretty sensitive, because it concerns madam." Kira muttered, playing with her finger.

"Don't tell me she f*cking ran away this time." Andrea snapped back, his hands in his pocket, caressing his weapon.

"No boss. The trouble is, when we bathed her, we discovered something on her skin." Kira stuttered fearfully. Andreas had a dead expression on his face, and despite the years she had worked for him, she was still afraid of this young man.

"What's the deal with her skin? Talk to me, don't mince words; I'm not going to shoot at you."

Kira took a long breath, unsure what word to use.

"She had bruises and scars on her skin. She even got a tattoo with unsettling words on it."

Andrea's face remained emotionless, but he was filled with wrath.

Who dared cause bruises on her? Who inflicted cuts on her skin?