Obsession: A Zachary Twins Novel

Blurb

When obsession meets desire, the consequences can be deadly.

Tristan and Trevor Zachary: two of the wealthiest, most powerful and eligible bachelors in the city. They're accustomed to getting anything they want, including the women they desire, and the Zachary Twins share everything — including their women.

But when they meet Estella 'Ella' Reys, a beautiful and alluring young woman who finds herself torn between her attraction to the notorious Zachary Twins and her need to escape her harsh reality, Tristan finds himself experiencing unfamiliar emotions: obsession, possession, and a desire to claim her as his own.

Ella, however, is not just any woman. She's strong-willed, determined, and has secrets of her own. But Tristan isn't willing to share Ella — with anyone, not even his twin. He's determined to be the only man in her life, and it threatens to destroy not only their reputations but also the bonds of friendship and family that have held them together for so long. And as Ella becomes entangled in their world of scandal and seduction, she realizes that her heart — and her life — are at stake. Will she find love and will that love be strong enough to overcome the obstacles, or will the secrets and lies destroy both her and everyone she ever cared for?

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POV: Estella 'Ella' Reys

For a long moment, Estella closed her eyes and imagined life to be different, but she knew wishing for it to be different was like cursing in the wind.

"I'll be checking on you," Rachel said. She nodded. And then, as she started to melt back into the shadows of the road, Estella looked up and whispered, "Be careful, Rachel. Please?"

Rachel smiled, her once beautiful smile had been replaced with one just as shadowy as the night. "Always, babe."

She watched her go. She wanted to break, her eyes already pooling with tears, but she quickly held them in. She had to be strong. She couldn't let her emotions get the better of her.

"Your partner?"

She was startled as she heard the words. It was like the person was sent to ridicule her love life. She wanted to mock the person who asked that question, so she turned around. Her heart raced as she took in the gorgeous man standing in the kitchen, the one that faced the same road Rachel had been on, staring at her.

He looked like them. Like one who had money, tons of it. Born in it or self-made, it didn't matter. All she knew was that he didn't look like a guest or a server at the party.

She looked at him and saw that he had the emblem, which proved her statement a bit true. So yes, more than just a guest. And God, the man was gorgeous.

So polished like he'd stepped right out of a magazine meant only for everything beautiful and wealthy. A world she d*mn well didn't belong in. She doesn't dare to dream that far.

He shoved his hands into those expensive trousers that would probably cost her two to three years of her current job as he continued to stare at her, his pose indolent and arrogant. His green eyes flicked over her as if judging her, almost as if he were considering whether to deem her worthy.

Of what? His notice? His presence? It was a ridiculous thought. He had blond hair. And she had never really been attracted to blond men, but his hair was not simply blond. It had at least four different shades, ranging from muddy to brown and all shades in between. He was so gorgeous that it hurt to look at him.

"You going to answer me?" he asked mildly.

Mutely, she shook her head and, to her surprise, he laughed.

"Is that no, you're not going to answer me, or no, she's not your partner?"

"She is not my girlfriend or partner or whatever. W-we are not like that," she said in a low tone, a tone that she could barely hear herself.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Makes it easier," he muttered under his breath.

She blinked in complete surprise and then her eyes narrowed as he advanced toward her. Quickly, she moved to the side so she wouldn't be squashed against the door as he came closer.

She couldn't leave, so running wasn't an option. Plus, her shift hadn't ended, and she needed the other half of her pay too badly to find a place for the night, and she wanted that food. But just as quickly, he walked to where she was, moving into her space until her pulse leaped erratically, and she began to eye the door that led to the road, suddenly uncaring whether she'd get paid or not.

"What's your name?"

She glanced up at him, confused by his second question. "Uhm, does it matter?"

He paused for a moment, tilted his head to the side, giving her a clear view of his gorgeous neck and then said, "Yeah. It matters."

"Why?" she whispered again, still not finding her voice.

"Because we're not in the habit of f*ck*ng women we don't know the name of," he said bluntly.

POV: Tristan Zachary

TWO DAYS EARLIER…

Tristan Zachary couldn't understand this feeling. It felt uncanny. He felt drunk even though he had only had two drinks. His eyes were drunk on the sight, but he knew. He knew just by looking at her, not even understanding his body's reaction — he wanted her, and it was very unusual. This was dangerous as Tristan Zachary had never wanted someone in his thirty years of living before.

From the moment Tristan sighted a young woman roughly in her twenties picking up glasses and plates from the tables in the ballroom of the Republic Hotel — where Ruse Entertainment Industry was holding a grand opening for the celebration of a recent movie hitting a million views in a week — he hadn't been himself.

He sipped at the glass of wine he picked off a server and listened politely to the group of females he was conversing with. Or rather that he was mingling with, since he rarely engaged in anything more than polite pleasantries as he