his darkest obsession

episode 4

his darkest obsession

by Favy cute 🥰

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Episode 4: The Rival Enters

(Emily’s POV)

The dinner with Ryan should have been a warning.

A warning that I was playing with fire. That every time I let him pull me into his world, I was one step closer to losing myself.

But I refused to let him win.

So the next morning, I did the only thing I could—I focused on the one thing that mattered.

My revenge.

I was digging through files in my office when my phone buzzed.

Noah: You in town?

Me: Yeah, why?

Noah: Meet me at our spot.

I smiled. Noah was my escape, my reminder that not all men were monsters. He was my best friend—the only person I could trust in this city.

And right now? I needed him.

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(Ryan’s POV)

I didn’t like the way Emily had walked away from me last night.

I didn’t like the way she was avoiding me this morning.

But what I hated most?

The way she smiled when she checked her phone.

That wasn’t a work text. That was something else.

Someone else.

I clenched my jaw, watching from my office window as she grabbed her bag and hurried outside.

Where the hell was she going?

Without thinking, I grabbed my keys and followed.

Rule #5: Emily Morgan belongs to me.

She just didn’t know it yet.

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(Emily’s POV)

Noah was waiting at our favorite café, leaning against the counter like he owned the place.

And damn it, he was still stupidly attractive.

Messy dark hair, hazel eyes that could make anyone weak, and a grin that had gotten me out of more trouble than I could count.

I rolled my eyes as he pulled me into a hug. "Still breaking hearts, Noah?"

He smirked. "Only yours, babe."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Not in this lifetime."

But the moment we sat down, his smile faded. "You okay? You seem... tense."

I hesitated. I couldn’t tell him the truth.

So I forced a grin. "Just work. My boss is an arrogant control freak."

Noah scoffed. "So, a typical billionaire?"

I laughed, but before I could respond—

The air shifted.

I felt it before I even saw him.

A cold, sharp presence that made my skin prickle.

And when I looked up, my stomach dropped.

Ryan Carter stood at the entrance, his gaze locked onto me like a storm brewing over the ocean.

Oh, s**t.

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(Ryan’s POV)

I had seen enough.

Enough to know I hated this guy.

Enough to know I wanted to rip him away from her.

I stepped forward, letting the tension snap like a gunshot in the air.

Emily stiffened. "Ryan, what are you doing here?"

I didn’t answer. My eyes were on him.

"Who’s this?" I asked, voice calm. Too calm.

Noah smirked, leaning back like he wasn’t afraid of me.

"I could ask you the same thing, man."

I clenched my fists. I didn’t like his tone.

I didn’t like the way he looked at Emily.

And I sure as hell didn’t like the way she let him.

My jaw tightened. "She works for me."

Noah raised a brow. "And?"

And she’s mine.

And I don’t like sharing.

But I didn’t say that.

Instead, I looked at Emily. "We need to talk. Now."

She glared at me. "I’m busy."

Something dark snapped inside me.

No. She wasn’t busy.

She was with him.

And that? That wasn’t something I could let happen.

Not now.

Not ever.

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End of Episode 4