5000 Nights of Obsession

5000 Nights of Obsession A TWISTED GATSBY STORY DRETHI ANIS Contents Author Note Blurb Part I Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Part II Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Part III Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Afterword About the Author Acknowledgments Also by Drethi Anis 5000 Nights of Obsession © copyright 2023 by Drethi Anis. Copyright notice: All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000. Created with Vellum Author Note This book contains nonconsensual sexual scenes and a dubious extramarital affair. Depending on your comfort zone, the content might disturb you. This book is not a romance and shouldn’t be treated as such. To Moms and daughters and their complicated relationships. Blurb This dark book is a standalone by USA Today Bestselling Author Drethi Anis. This book isn’t a fairy tale. There is no Prince Charming, only an irredeemable villain and the object of his desire. I felt his eyes on me everywhere I went. I recognized his smell lingering within my home. I even sensed his presence in my sleep. It was too late by the time I found the monster hiding under my bed. He had wedged himself into my life, cornering me with nowhere to run. The worst part? The world adored him, but no one knew the devil lurking underneath the beautiful mask—no one except for me. Manipulative, cold, and remorseless, Axel Trimalchio was a certified psychopath hiding in plain sight. He was fixated on me and would never stop chasing me. He was determined to make me his... even though I already belonged to someone else. *This dark book is NOT A ROMANCE. This book isn’t listed under the Romance Category because Axel isn’t a conventional hero, and many might not consider him a hero at all. Please check the full content warning before reading. Part One The Fall Chapter One Karens ignore trigger warnings, only to later complain about said warnings. Don't be a Karen. This book contains nonconsensual sexual scenes and an extramarital affair. This trope is ONLY intended for open-minded readers exploring their fantasies in fiction while exercising good judgment in real-life situations. May 30th, 2022 * * * Piya “It’ll be fun,” Jay declared. “No, it won’t,” I countered. “My argument is based on the very rebuttal; it won’t be fun. Jay, why do we have to go out tonight? It would’ve been the perfect night to stay in.” My sentiment was countered by the gust of wind sweeping over us since Jay had taken down the top of his convertible. It was the perfect night to go out instead of staying cooped up. The baby hair on my forehead danced along in agreement. The intense cold of New York winter was replaced by cool spring weather. A night out was a reprieve while the weather was cooperating. I merely disliked our destination, as I’d much rather stay home with my husband. Unfortunately, business calls. Jay owned a hedge fund company based in New York. We were both born and raised in New York but decided to make Chicago our home following our nuptials. Jay relocated his main operations to Chicago while maintaining a smaller client base in New York. After a decade away, we found ourselves in a bind and moved back. Since our return to New York, Jay has been preoccupied with re-strengthening his previous business connections. The best way to do so was by attending parties and socials, though I knew he despised the pageantry of these affairs more than I did. We had been invited to a party in Long Island tonight. While Jay didn’t know the host personally and was initially reluctant, he changed his mind upon realizing the event was basically in our backyard and the perfect opportunity to network. Some rich guy had been throwing these extravagant who’s-who affairs all summer. Invitations to these parties were strictly through word of mouth but not as exclusive as expected. In fact, people were discouraged from showing up alone, the motto being more the merrier. It made sense. Loners raised suspicion amongst the elites, and they steered clear of social pariahs. Not to mention, a word-of-mouth invitation could hardly fall into the wrong hands. The rich and powerful ran in similar crowds and would only bring along like-minded individuals. These social events were incestuous cesspools dominated by identical people. Tonight would be no different. My husband tilted his head, his dark hair partially covering his eyes. “Why are you being grumpy, babe? You used to love being social.” “I still love being social… with you.” I placed my hand on his thigh suggestively. It had been months since we had sex, and I worried about our rift. Jay had always been driven, but lately, he had been working nonstop, traveling to Chicago at every opportunity since establishing connections there. Despite the beautiful home we purchased in Long Island, Jay was yet to spend a night in New York. I didn’t understand his sudden motivation to magnify our wealth. It wasn’t as if we needed it. He was home for only one night, leaving tomorrow on yet another trip. I stupidly assumed we’d spend