Obsession
By Serena Heart
SYNOPSIS
Sara Godfrey has always longed to escape from the poverty she shares with her single mother and sister in Nigeria. When she’s unexpectedly reunited with her estranged paternal grandmother—one of the richest women in the world—her life takes a dramatic turn. Suddenly, she has everything she ever dreamed of: wealth, status, and a future she never thought possible.
But what she doesn’t anticipate is Logan Lewis. Handsome, confident, and effortlessly charming, Logan is the son of her grandmother’s close friend. From the moment Sara meets him, she’s captivated. There’s just one problem—he’s engaged to a woman who seems tailor-made for him: stunning, sophisticated, and completely untouchable.
Determined to prove that she can get any guy she wants for once in her life, even if it's Logan, Sara makes a reckless bet with her cousin—seduce Logan, leave him wanting, and walk away. And yeah, she succeeds. But what she doesn’t expect is Logan’s reaction. Because Logan doesn’t handle rejection well. And when Logan wants something, he doesn’t stop until he has it.
Now, caught between her growing attraction to Logan and the engagement her grandmother arranged for her, Sara is forced to play a dangerous game of desire, power, and obsession—one that she may not be able to control.
Note: no cheating
Table Of Content
Excerpt
Everywhere was red: the room, the bed, the once-vibrant orchids, even the sun filtering through the window. Not only that — this life, my life— all seemed futile. Men worked hard all their lives to die in pain and sorrow. If only I could turn back time. Or summon some magical genie-like in my grandniece’s Disney movies. I’d give up every ounce of wealth I’ve accumulated over the years just to save my son’s life. I would do it without hesitation, without a second thought.
But Michael was slipping away before my eyes, his life ebbing with each shallow breath, and I was helpless. The doctors were of no use now. They stood there, heads bowed, unable to offer me the tired consolation of, “We tried our best.”
“Mom, look at me. Please, stop crying. I want to see your smile one last time.”
That was Michael—always so selfless, even in his final moments. He was the kind of person who could light up even the darkest heart and turn his bleakest day into something bright and hopeful. And now, I was losing him.
“I’m trying,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my desperate attempts to steady it.
“It’s not so hard, you know,” he said, his hand, once warm and full of life, reaching up to touch my face. His fingers were ice-cold now, starkly contrasting with the warmth they once held. I grasped his hand, trying to give him the strength I no longer had. But at that moment, I realized it wasn’t about me. It was about him. It was about letting him go, even when I didn’t know how.
“I love you, Mom… so, so much,” Michael whispered, his voice barely more than a fragile breath. Each word felt like it took everything he had left. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven gasps, and I could see how much pain he was in. Tears stung my eyes, but I forced a smile, even though the ache in my heart felt like it would tear me apart. “I love you more, Michael. So much more.”
