His Forbidden Obsession

Chapter Three

(Amara’s POV)

My heart wouldn’t slow down. It pounded loudly in my chest as I stared at him. My back was pressed against the car door as if it could somehow protect me.

“You…” I whispered, still trying to process what I was seeing. “You should be dead.”

He didn’t react the way a normal person would. There was no irritation or signs of confusion from him, he was just….calm.

“If I were,” he said plainly, “you wouldn’t be here.”

A chill ran through me as I realized that every second of this is real.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to think past the fear clawing at my chest so I could at least think straight and get myself out of this situation somehow.

“You kidn*pped me,” I said, my voice steadier this time as I didn’t want to show fear, even though my hands were shaking slightly. “That’s illegal.”

A faint smirk appeared on his lips.

“Everything about me is illegal.” He replied as a matter of fact.

That answer didn’t surprise me one bit.

There was nothing normal about him, I knew that the moment he gripped my hand on that very night. Not the way he spoke, not the way he looked at me, and definitely not the way he carried himself like he owned everything around him…..even the air I was breathing.

It felt like he was controlling every single thing….time included.

“Then let me go,” I said, holding his gaze. “I saved your life. That should count for something.”

“It does,” he replied.

Something in my chest loosened, just slightly and for a moment, I thought he was finally going to let me go.

“Good,” I said quickly. “Then let me out of this car.”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows lightly on his knees, his eyes still locked on mine.

There was nothing rushed about him. He took his time doing things, that was for sure.

“That’s exactly why you’re here,” he said.

My brows furrowed together. He was a complicated man. “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” he continued, his voice calm but firm, “you saw me.”

I blinked, obviously confused. “I’m a doctor. I see patients every day—”

“You saw me,” he repeated, cutting me off.

The way he said it made something twist in my stomach.It was like there was more behind those words than I understood.

“People who see me,” he added quietly, “don’t get to walk away.”

A cold wave of fear washed over me as I struggled to keep my breathing steady.

“That’s insane,” I said before I could stop myself.

“Maybe,” he agreed, completely unmoved by my words.

I shook my head, trying to make sense of it. “Then why am I still alive? If that’s how this works, shouldn’t I already be dead?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Instead, he just watched me like he was studying me or trying to figure something out.

Then he said it again.

“You saved my life.”

The words felt heavier this time. Different in fact.

“And this is how you repay me?” I asked, anger creeping into my voice now. “By k********g me?”

A quiet chuckle left him, low and almost amused.

“This,” he said, “is mercy.”

I went still, afraid that any sudden movement would cause him to change his mind.

“Anyone else,” he continued, his gaze darkening slightly, “wouldn’t have made it out of that hospital.”

My chest tightened as I watched him lean back into his seat.

Something about the way he said it told me he wasn’t exaggerating.

He meant every word.

Fear crept into my body slowly and sharply, but I refused to let it take over completely.

“I’m not ‘anyone else,’” I said, more quietly this time.

His expression shifted—just slightly as something flickered in his eyes. It looked like…interest.

“You’re right,” he said.

Before I could respond, the car began to slow down and my stomach dropped.

I turned toward the window just as tall black gates came into my line of sight, opening slowly as the car approached.

The car drove through them without stopping.

Inside was a massive estate, dimly lit but impossible to ignore. The driveway stretched ahead, lined with trimmed hedges and low lights that cast long shadows across the ground.

It was beautiful but in a scary way. It felt controlled like every inch of it belonged to him.

“No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, this is crazy. You can’t just bring me here.”

“Yes,” he said calmly.“I can.”

The car came to a stop in front of the mansion and before I could react, one of the men stepped out and opened my door.

“Out,” he said harshly with a frown.

I didn’t move. “I’m not getting out,” I replied, gripping the edge of the seat.

The man took a step closer, his posture shifting like he was about to drag me out—

“Don’t.” He ordered and everything stopped.

I turned slightly to find him watching me. He was completely calm and in control unlike me.

“She’s not to be touched,” he added.

The man stepped back immediately.

My breath caught in my throat. That should have made me feel safer but it didn’t.

Because it wasn’t protection. It was ownership.

“Get out, Amara,” he said, his voice quieter now but still firm.

My heart skipped as he called my name. He knows my name….but how?

“How do you know my name?” I asked, my voice low.

A faint smile touched his lips.

“I know everything about you.” He replied like it was the most normal thing in the world.

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

I hesitated for a second longer before slowly stepping out of the car.

The night air hit my skin, cool and sharp, but it did nothing to calm the unease settling deep in my chest.

Up close, the mansion looked even more intimidating. It was tall and silent like it was watching me.

It was like it knew I didn’t belong here but it didn’t care.

The huge mahogany doors opened before we even reached them. We didn’t even need to knock or announce our arrival.

This was his power.

I swallowed as I stepped inside.

The interior was just as controlled as the outside. Clean lines, expensive furniture, soft lighting….everything perfectly placed.

Nothing out of order. Absolutely nothing.

I wrapped my arms slightly around myself, suddenly aware of how out of place I was.

“I’m not staying here,” I said, turning back to him. “Whatever this is, you’ve made your point. Just let me go.”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked past me like he had all the time in the world. It was obvious my panic meant nothing.

“Follow,” he said. He didn’t ask, he simply ordered.

“I’m not—”

I stopped myself from continuing the sentence because he had turned and the look in his eyes this time…

It wasn’t calm or patient anymore. It was something darker.

Something that made the rest of my words die in my throat.

“You don’t get to refuse me,” he said quietly.

The room felt smaller like the walls were closing in.

My pulse quickened, but my feet moved anyway…...aganist my will and better judgement.

He led me down a long hallway and into a large bedroom.

My stomach dropped.

“No,” I said immediately, shaking my head. “No, I’m not staying here…”

“You are,” he cut in.

“I have a job. A life….people will notice I’m gone!”

“They won’t,” he said simply.

My chest tightened. “That’s not true….”

“It is.”

The certainty in his voice made something inside me falter.

He stepped closer to me, not too close but enough for me to feel it.

That same dangerous presence from the hospital.

“You belong here now,” he said.

My heart slammed in my chest. “No,” I whispered in response.

His gaze dropped briefly—to my wrist to the place he had held me and then back to my eyes.

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“You just don’t understand it yet.”