Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 207: Obsession

Warlock Ch 207. Obsession

Victoria's lips curved into a sad smile. "I fell in love with you," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm obsessed with you."

Her words hit Damian. He stared at her, his mind struggling to process what she'd just said. "What?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"I don't know how it happened," Victoria continued, her voice gaining strength. "Maybe it was your blood. Maybe it was the way you fought for me, the way you chose me over everything else. Or maybe it was just you. But whatever it was, it consumed me."

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She looked up at him, her crimson eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Do you know what it's like to live with that? To be so consumed by someone that it feels like you're going insane?"

Damian's throat tightened, but he forced himself to speak. "Victoria…"

"I used you, yes," she interrupted, her voice firm. "But you took something far more valuable from me. My heart, my sanity, my control. You took everything, Damian."

The room fell into silence. Damian didn't know what to say. He had come here looking for answers, but this? This was more than he'd bargained for.

And yet, as he looked down at her—her wrists still bound by his chains, her eyes burning with a mix of anger, sadness, and longing—he couldn't help but wonder if this was the truth he'd been searching for all along.

Her lips curved into a smile, one that was equal parts wicked and knowing. "Shocking, isn't it?" she said, her voice soft but edged with amusement.

Damian didn't answer, his grip tightening slightly on her wrists.

She tilted her head, her crimson gaze piercing him as if she could see straight through to his soul. "You don't know what I went through to find you," she murmured, her tone shifting to something almost tender. But before he could respond, her body suddenly dissolved into a swarm of bats, the dark creatures scattering in a chaotic blur.

The chains fell away like they were nothing and disappeared.

"Damn it," Damian muttered, already moving. He didn't need to think—his instincts kicked in, and he immediately realized where she'd gone.

Behind him.

Victoria's form reassembled in a swirl of shadows, her hand reaching out to shove him. But Damian was faster. His [Shadow Step] activated in an instant, and his body dissolved into a dark aura, teleporting him to the far corner of the room.

When he reappeared, he turned to face her, his cold gaze locking onto hers. The distance between them was short, but the tension felt vast.

Victoria turned to him slowly, her movements deliberate, like a predator savoring the chase. A smirk played on her lips, her confidence unshaken. "Your power hasn't returned to its original state yet," she observed, her voice lilting. "But your instincts… they're as sharp as ever."

Damian scoffed, brushing the dust from his hands as if her words didn't faze him. "I live as if the sword of Damocles is always above my head," he said evenly. "Sharp instincts aren't a luxury for me—they're survival."

Her smile widened, her crimson eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "And that's exactly why you're perfect for me," she hissed, her voice dripping with an unsettling mix of adoration and menace.

Damian's lips twitched into a humorless grin. "Perfect couple, huh?" he said, his tone mocking.

Victoria stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, her gaze never wavering from his. "I love it," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

Damian's mind raced. 'She wasn't kidding when she said she was obsessed with me,' he thought. The tension in the air was suffocating.

"What's your endgame, Victoria?" Damian asked, his voice cold. "Is this some twisted game to you? Or do you actually want a real connection with me?"

Her expression didn't falter. "Both," she said simply. "But you've always been a part of my endgame, Damian. From the moment you saved me..."

He let out a sharp laugh, the sound devoid of humor. "You really are insane," he muttered, shaking his head.

"And you will love it," she shot back, her smile widening.

She moved closer again, her presence like a storm threatening to consume him. There was a part of him, buried deep and wrapped in denial, that was drawn to her.

"You talk like this is inevitable," Damian said, his voice low. "Like I don't have a choice."

Victoria stopped just a few steps away, her gaze softening slightly. "You do," she said. "But the truth is, we're more alike than you want to admit. You feel it too, don't you?"

Damian didn't answer. He couldn't.

Because she was right.

He hated how much sense her words made, how her presence ignited something in him he couldn't explain. She was dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly maddening. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to look away. He knew… He was also the same as her.

Victoria reached out, her hand brushing against his cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle. "I know you don't trust me," she murmured. "And I don't blame you. But I also know you can't deny this."

"This?" Damian echoed, his voice sharp. "What exactly is 'this,' Victoria? Some twisted obsession you've decided to turn into a reality?"

Her smile softened, but the intensity in her gaze didn't waver. "Call it whatever you want," she said. "But you're mine, Damian. Whether you accept it now or not, it doesn't change the truth."

He stepped back, breaking her touch, his expression hardening. "You don't own me," he said firmly.

Victoria's smile returned, faint but knowing. "No… You own me, just like I own you."

Damian's jaw tightened at her words. Before he could respond, she tilted her head, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. "You've already settled the contract between us," she said smoothly. "I'm now… your wife."

Damian opened his mouth to argue, to deny it, but he stopped himself. She wasn't wrong. The contract they had forged through the pact wasn't just a simple agreement—it was a bond, a connection that went beyond physical or magical.

But then she did something that completely threw him off.