Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Kidnapped? Who would kidnap you? Why would someone kidnap you? Have you gone crazy from drawing comics?” Logan sneered, his voice even colder, “Fiona is your sister no matter what. Is it the right thing for a responsible sister to fabricate lies and entangle her brother-in-law like this?”

‘Fabricate lies? Why does everyone think I’m lying, Blaze, Logan…?’NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“I’m not lying. Please, come rescue me…” she pleaded.

Dylan stood by, not stopping Harper from seeking help. No one could rescue anyone from Blaze’s grip.

“If you’re truly kidnapped…” Logan’s voice echoed in her ears. He paused. “After you die, I’ll claim your body out of familial obligation.”

She wanted to live, she wanted to rely on Logan to survive… But Logan shattered her last hope.

He wouldn’t come to rescue her.

He made her feel a despair worse than death.

“Fiona has a show, I’m going to be with her now.”

Logan was ready to hang up, showing no desire to continue the conversation.

“Do you still not remember me?” Harper asked urgently before he hung up, her last inquiry.

This was her last attempt.

“Harper, don’t you realize how boring you are? Is it amusing to pester me like this?” Logan coldly retorted, his disdain clear in his tone.

She was thoroughly despised… She wanted to hang up then and there, but she couldn’t, this was her last call before she died.

She gripped the receiver tightly, blinked her dry eyes, and slowly said, “Logan, listen, I’ve tried. My efforts can only go this far. If one day you remember me, please…”

Please come visit me at my grave.

Logan didn’t give her a chance to finish, he hung up directly. Because from the other end of the line, Fiona’s urgent voice was heard, and he always put Fiona first.

Harper listened blankly to the busy tone on the other end of the line, her heart feeling like it was being torn apart.

He didn’t even want to listen to her final words.

Logan.

Logan, who was sent to live with her family as a child due to blindness, has been in love with Fiona, her younger sister, ever since he regained his sight six years ago after a surgery. He lost all memories due to some complications during the operation.

Then, he fell in love with Fiona, her sister.

How melodramatic.

The boy who used to cling to her and say he’d marry her disappeared after that surgery…

No matter what she said or did, Logan always thought she was jealous of her sister, trying to steal her sister’s man… Even her foster parents thought she was too much and stopped paying attention to her.

She was tired, too. Faced with someone who had no memory of her, she had done enough and lost enough.

“Miss Shaw, you okay?” Dylan walked over to her, looking at her with concern.

Harper seemed even sadder than when facing Blaze’s blow…

“I can go to the forest now.” Harper said faintly. She slowly put down the receiver.

From Logan’s tone, she already knew that no one had noticed her disappearance.

No one cared about her.

She didn’t know how long it would take for someone to notice her disappearance. Who would notice first? Fiona? Her foster parents? Colleagues? Or… Logan?

It wouldn’t have mattered anymore, would it?

“Miss Shaw, you really would rather die than submit to Master?” Dylan asked.

“If submission could bring me freedom, I would; but if it’s only to become his mere sexual tool, to live like a walking dead, then I wouldn’t.”

Harper said softly, standing up from the sofa and leaving without hesitation.

Seeing her so resolute, Dylan stopped trying to persuade her, only hoping for a turning point…

The spacious lounge.

Blaze lay on the top-notch massage chair.

Linda and two beautiful women were at the nearby bar counter mixing drinks. They would occasionally walk over to Blaze, trying to catch his attention, but also fearing to anger him.

Blaze didn’t even glance at them. He held the remote control in his hand, his handsome face as cold as ice. His eyes stared fiercely at the large vertical screen in front of him.

The screen showed the forest outside the castle.

Harper, dressed in a trailing gown, was being pushed in by a bodyguard. She made no effort to resist, as if resigned to her fate. The fallen branches on the ground snagged her gown, but she didn’t seem to notice.