Best Friend Obsession

“Here’s what you asked for, Mike: the dress, the certificate, and the lawyer, along with some of our men, will be here in ten minutes. Is there anything else you need?”

“A cake,” he said, “chocolate with white icing.”

“Don’t worry about it; Samantha has already made it,” Ronnie said.

Mike exhaled a sigh. Even though he was about to marry Denise, he couldn’t help but be disgusted by his actions. He had only ever hurt an enemy, but the love of his life sat on the second floor of the island house, with him.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He has bruises in the shape of his hands and bites.

Mike was well aware that she would not want to be with him. She knew he was; he was not only her best friend but also a mafia boss and a murderer. But he had no choice but to take her. “She tried to flee the island, and now she was paying the price,” he mumbled.

He needs her. She’s the only woman who made him feel emotions he’d never felt before. He was alive. He felt she had the potential to be the light of his life, but he had made the mistake of revealing his dark side. He knew he could treat her like a queen and show her love.

“I am truly in love with her,” Mike said quietly as he smiled at the prospect of their future together. Mike was overjoyed. “My dream is finally coming true, I’ll make sure I don’t share her with anyone, she’s mine and always will be, my friends and my men are to be my witness, she’s to be my wife,” he mumbled as he looked at her there she was, covered in bruises and bite marks, dry blood still on her leg, tear stains down her face, wearing her tattered work clothing for the first time.

Samantha’s eyes were welling up with tears. Denise’s eyes welled up with fear and sadness as Samantha pitied her, tears dripping down her cheek.

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Denise heard a lot of footsteps downstairs. “Had someone come to save me?” she asked, mumbling. She was exhausted but couldn’t fall asleep, let alone sleep peacefully.

She stretched her legs and felt the scabs on her knees open. She helped herself up by the doorknob while crawling to one of her room’s doors. When the door was opened, it revealed a large walk-in closet with male and female clothes hung all around, shoes, jackets, dresses, and even what appeared to be some expensive jewelry. Denise limped towards the only other door, which revealed a large marble bathroom with enough space for a large group of people. A toilet and a shower. two sinks, a large jacuzzi-style tub in the center, and a lovely ornate rack for towels and robes.

She then began washing her face, grabbing a towel and scrabbling it dry, little bits of grime coming off her skin. She examined herself in the mirror. She realized how much he had hurt her at that point. She held her breath as she lightly traced the bruises on her neck.

He has caused her so much pain, he is forcing her to marry, she sees how possessive he is, but why did she see love in his eyes?

She wasn’t ready to get married again. She had vowed never to marry again after her husband, Antonio, died.

She didn’t want his money or a ring on her finger, and she didn’t want to marry a man like him. Who knows what his rage would do to her, even though she is still his best friend. The worst part? She was prevalent on the island. If he murdered her, no one would hear her screams.

She gasped in delight as she slowly walked out to the balcony and saw many boats, with many men, but the key here was the boats. Maybe she’ll be able to get back home. Maybe she’ll be able to see her family again and feel safe with them.

She leaped to the center of the room, beaming with delight. It was time for her to flee once more. When she opened the door, she heard voices echoing throughout the house. As she got closer to the stairwell, she realized what the voices were saying.

“I am truly in love with her,” his captor said as he stared at their wedding ring. Denise then silently gasped as she tiptoed down the stairs, trying not to draw attention to herself. But Lady Luck was not on her side.

Looking up, she noticed Mike and Ronnie, as well as another man, who was crying. Mike was staring at her, and she was terrified.

“What do you think you’re doing, Denise!” exclaimed Mike.

“I’m sorry, I just want to eat,” she said as she backed away, feeling the wall hit her again. Her eyes welled up with tears.

Mike is well aware that she was deceiving him. “Don’t come near me!” She tried to slip away and ended up in an open lounge room. She froze when she turned around. All of the color she had left in her face had been drained from her face. She began to whimper as she shook her head. When she saw the wedding gown lay across the couch, along with some diamonds in a clear glass box, papers, and a marriage certificate.

“No, I don’t want to marry you!! I hate you!” she yelled as Mike approached her and jerked his head towards her frame. Mike was taken away by her beauty even though he had broken her.

Mike’s face hardened as he heard what she said. She was causing him emotional pain.

“I hate you!” Denise yelled again, turning around and pointing at Mike. “I don’t want you to be my husband!” she exclaims.

Denise sobbed quietly to herself. Mike’s expression hardened when he heard what Denise said. “I want to go home, please; I don’t want to stay here!” she cried as she collapsed to the floor. Denise looked at Mike again and said, in the quietest voice she could muster, “I will never going to love you, psycho!”