Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Alajos quickly gave an answer, “My father deceived everyone.”

Sure enough…

Vivian’s heart sank.

“The despicable Bratva captured her-until now, we don’t know how Bratva managed it. There were many people protecting her. Bratva sent her fingers and a video of her being assaulted.”

Vivian pressed close to Alajos’ chest. She could feel the change in Alajos’ emotions instantly. He was furious, mixed with a sense of powerlessness for the past.

Vivian couldn’t heal the wounds in his heart. She could only pry open his tightly clenched fists, and the soft tips of her fingers traced the deep nail marks in his palm.

Vivian’s tenderness made Alajos’ heart tremble. His hands crossed over Vivian’s shoulders, pulling her tightly into his embrace. Their bodies clung closely through the thin nightclothes, her warmth comforting him.

“This is Bratva’s demonstration. They are attempting to drive my father mad in this way. He will become impulsive, irritable, and angry. His decisions will become flawed, and Houston’s counterattacks will become feeble.”

“But my father is probably naturally indifferent. He ignored Bratva’s demonstration and warned all those who knew- including Simpson and me-not to reveal the news of my mother’s kidnapping. Houston’s mafia had no idea. They desecrated Bratva’s elegant Capo wife by subjecting her to countless filthy men.”

Alajos’ body trembled slightly. Vivian trembled more violently than he did, holding onto Alajos tightly, unsure if she wanted to stop her own trembling or his.

“Don’t speak, don’t speak,” Vivian shook her head, stopping Alajos from continuing this cursed memory. She regretted it; she shouldn’t have asked.

Alajos soothingly stroked Vivian’s back, one stroke after another. “Bratva insulted her, cut off her fingers, and presented them to my father. The first time, my father remained unaffected. The second time they brought her tongue, and the third time, her eyes… My father’s indifference is the greatest mockery of Bratva’s brutality. Enraged, Bratva dismembered her body, tossing it in front of my father like discarded meat.”

Alajos closed his eyes, but instead of a bottomless darkness, he saw an impenetrable blood red, a red that stained his father’s eyes, his extreme indifference finally giving way to madness.

He collected his mother’s broken body, announced her death from cancer, held a grand funeral for her. Four years later, Houston launched a frenzied retaliation against Bratva. A large number of elites poured out, surrounding Bratva’s warehouses, intercepting their ships at sea, and kidnapping hundreds of their associates.

The slaughter never ceased, but it couldn’t extinguish his father’s rage, only escalate Bratva’s increasingly frenzied counterattacks. Four years later, his father died in a riot planned by Bratva. Houston, in panic, lost its powerful Capo and dozens of elite assassins, leaving the new Capo no choice but to seek help from Los Angeles.

Vivian once again regretted her rashness. She shouldn’t have asked Alajos such questions, because from his account, she guessed his purpose in dissecting these memories.

Kamden was a formidable and respected Capo, but he fell in love with Alajos’ mother. Thus, such a powerful man had his weakness, and Bratva seized it, invading his heart and driving him to uncontrollable madness.

Bratva suffered great losses, but they also gained abundant rewards-they killed Kamden and routed Houston.

Alajos inherited a crumbling Houston, forced to seek help from Los Angeles, accept his father’s seemingly benevolent yet sharp-edged gifts, marry Vivian, and have Luzia marry Joseph.

Houston and Los Angeles claimed to be in an alliance, but in reality, Los Angeles’ dominance was apparent. If left unchecked, Houston would eventually become a vassal of Los Angeles.

Who are the good guys? At least Bryson and Joseph aren’t.

Vivian felt sorrow for the calculations and conspiracies behind it, for the entrapment of herself, Alajos, and Luzia. They were all pitifully entangled by fate.

Perhaps it was this shared sorrow that gave rise to an unwarranted delusion in Vivian. She longed for comfort from Alajos and hoped to offer him equal comfort. She hazily lifted her head and kissed Alajos on the lips.

She thought Alajos would pull away, but he didn’t. He even deepened the kiss, covering her eyes with his hand, feeling the tickle of Vivian’s trembling eyelashes against his palm, the itch spreading from his palm to his heart.

Suddenly, Alajos placed his hand on the back of her head, drawing her closer to him, sucking on Vivian’s soft lips, his agile tongue parting her teeth, delving into her mouth, sweet juices flowing between their lips and teeth, making a “tsk tsk” sound.

Vivian was overwhelmed by his forceful and wild kiss, she collapsed weakly into Alajos’ embrace, her hands weakly clutching at Alajos’ shirt. She felt Alajos’ hand move away from her eyes, and she opened them slightly, seeing Alajos’ enraptured face.

“Ah…” Vivian let out a weak sob, breathing in deeply when Alajos released her lips, she lay down on the bed, looking at the rose-colored canopy.

Alajos pressed against her, his kisses moving from her jaw to her neck, from her collarbone down to her exposed chest. His rough palm slipped inside her nightclothes, caressing her soft flesh, eliciting sensitive shivers from Vivian.

It wasn’t until Alajos’ hand ventured into a certain moist place between her rounded hips that Vivian snapped out of her shivers.

She grabbed Alajos’ hand abruptly. Both of them were burning with passion, breathing heavily. “No… this can’t happen.”

Vivian didn’t dare to look at the bulge forming in Alajos’ pants, but the fiery desire burning in his eyes made her feel timid. However, in the moment she refused, she felt a slight relaxation in Alajos’ force that imprisoned her.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

This gave Vivian a sense of gratitude and relief. She struggled to crawl out from under Alajos, hastily dressing. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Blushing, Vivian admitted her mistake. The passionate yet forcibly halted actions filled her with embarrassment. She didn’t care to see how awful Alajos’ expression was and hurriedly wrapped herself in her clothes before retreating into the bathroom.

As soon as she left Alajos’ fiery gaze that seemed to pierce through her, Vivian’s legs turned to jelly. She leaned against the wall, managing to stand, turning on the shower above her, adjusting the temperature to cold.

The cold water poured down, ruthlessly beating against her passionate body, helping her suppress her desire bit by bit.

Vivian let out a deep breath, as if she was exhaling all the remaining desire.