Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“I think I understand, Alajos,” Doctor Yoshiye, who had previously worked as an obstetrician for Mrs. Helayna, clearly had experience in assisting pregnant women associated with the mafia in evading attacks from the Bratva. “Please feel at ease to entrust Vivian to me.”

On Vivian’s end, Festus managed to overtake other cars and arrived at the hospital relatively smoothly.

Doctor Yoshiye received a call from Alajos, knowing that Vivian’s current condition was not too good, and had already arranged the emergency room and doctors in advance.

Before Festus could even bring the car to a complete stop, Mare had already opened the car door and taken Vivian from Luzia, placing her securely on a gurney.

The doctors and nurses from the emergency room led them through the emergency passage, with Mare and Luzia following closely, while Shelley accompanied Festus to find a parking spot.

Shelley was still in a daze, sitting in the passenger seat with a vacant look. After Festus had parked the car, seeing Shelley not moving, he had no choice but to come over and help her unfasten her seatbelt.

“Vivian is pregnant, isn’t she?” Shelley spoke as the seatbelt “clicked” open.

This question was expected, and Festus was prepared. “Yes.”

“You knew about this already?” Shelley never had been pregnant, but she had basic knowledge. From the size of Vivian’s belly, she had been pregnant for more than just a month or two, perhaps three or four months, or even earlier.

And judging from Luzia and Mare’s reactions, they probably knew, not to mention Alajos.

“I’m the only one who didn’t know.” Shelley pursed her lips.

Festus was hesitant to answer, but the answer was obvious. Whether he answered or not didn’t matter much to Shelley; what concerned him more was whether Shelley would mind.

Festus carefully observed Shelley’s expression. “Are you angry, Shelley?”

“I should be,” Shelley said with a less than pleasant tone. “I thought we were good friends already, but she concealed such an important thing as pregnancy from me. After so many interactions with her, I didn’t know?”

But she was a daughter of the mafia. There were too many instances of pregnancy leading to miscarriages, and even cases of being captured and killed by the Bratva-like Uncle Richard’s wife, who met such a fate.

So Shelley could actually understand why Vivian had kept her pregnancy a secret. It was to protect herself and her child.

“Although I’m angry, I’m also happy,” Shelley said. “Vivian didn’t naively trust everyone; she protected herself and the child very well.”

But things would be different after today. The scene at the emergency room had been too chaotic, and there were too many people at the hospital entrance. Who knew if there were Bratva’s eyes or ears hidden in the crowd.

“Is Vivian in danger?” Shelley was worried.

“Don’t forget our Capo,” Festus opened the car door and, with Shelley, quickly made their way towards the emergency area. “He will find a way to protect Vivian.”

…

When Alajos arrived at the hospital, Vivian’s condition had already stabilized, and she had been transferred to the inpatient ward.

Luzia and the others tactfully exited the ward, giving them space to be alone.

Vivian had just awakened from a coma, looking completely exhausted, her face pale.

Alajos’s heart ached, and he tightly held her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t protect you.”

Vivian shook her head and, grabbing Alajos’s hand, placed it on her abdomen. “I’m fine, the child is fine. You don’t have to apologize. No one would want accidents to happen.”

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“Richard has escaped,” Alajos said in a lowered voice.

Behind the door, his voice was low, and Shelley, who was standing guard, didn’t catch a single word.

“Richard?” The name sounded familiar, but Vivian couldn’t remember where she had heard it before.

“He is Charles’s brother, and Shelley’s uncle.”

Vivian finally remembered. Richard, John’s father, he was a board member of the Benoist family, right?

He escaped? What did that mean? Did he betray Alajos’s intentions?

“Why did he want to kill me?”

“Because John is dead,” Alajos’s eyes turned cold, filled with anger. “John betrayed me, and I killed him in front of Richard, but for the stability of the family, Charles asked me to spare his life.”

Alajos loathed his own kindness, which had led to today’s disaster. “The attack on the spa was also his collaboration with the Bratva. He wanted to kill you, tomake me suffer, to make me become as insane as my father.”

“But he failed. I tightly imprisoned him, severed his tendons, broke his fingers, and cut off his ears. He is now worthless.”

Vivian couldn’t bear to listen to Alajos’s cruel actions, but Richard’s escape made her afraid. Her earlier speculation was correct: the participants in the attack were not just the Bratva.

She knew how insane the mafia’s retaliation could be. “How did he escape?”

“The Bratva helped him. They sent an armed force to attack our ship which was about to dock and another group to attack you. They took advantage of my distraction and managed to sneak into the dungeon to rescue him.”

The Bratva had planned meticulously, making a fool out of him. His frustration could be imagined. “I don’t know why the Bratva agreed to rescue Richard. I don’t think he has any more value, but I won’t allow Richard to escape freely. His freedom must come at the cost of his life.”

“But he has already escaped.” If the Bratva’s speed was fast enough, Richard might have already boarded a private plane and fled Houston. “Where will you go to find him?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Alajos revealed a cruel smile. “I have already implanted a tracking chip inside him, within his flesh.”

And not just one.

Richard had suffered countless tortures in the dungeon. His body bore numerous wounds, some deep enough to reveal bone, and not every wound had a tracking chip implanted. If he wanted to remove the tracking chip, he would have to open up all his wounds and search through the bloody flesh.

Alajos did this to deter Richard from attempting to escape, but his teammates did not know.

“He dared to betray Houston, so he must pay for his actions.” Alajos gritted his teeth.

Weakly leaning into Alajos’s embrace, Vivian still couldn’t accept the brutality within the mafia, but she knew it was the determination of Alajos and countless Made Men to protect themselves. Richard and the Bratva were not innocent either.

Vivian no longer had the strength to criticize anything. Her fragile heart had gradually become numb through numerous attacks and narrow escapes. Her determination to protect her child had become increasingly firm.

“There is one more thing I must tell you,” Alajos suddenly said.

Alajos’s solemn tone made Vivian straighten her posture, feeling somewhat uneasy. “What is it?”

Alajos fell silent for a moment, seeming to hesitate, but upon meeting Vivian’s worried eyes, he made up his mind. “I want to send you to a sanatorium.”