Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Kasin is a man who knows how to temper his sharpness, accustomed to masking himself with humility. “It is my honor to serve Vilem,” he said.

“Any word on Lopaka?” Vivian, aware of Kasin’s history and his feud with Lopaka, suggested to Alajos to have Kasin lead the search for Lopaka.

Kasin’s capabilities were beyond doubt, and he did not disappoint Vivian. “We will soon capture him. Does madam wish to interrogate him personally?”

“No need for interrogation,” Vivian said coldly. “I will never forgive him for the crimes against Vilem. If he resists during capture, kill him without hesitation.”

This reaction caught Kasin off guard. He thought Vivian would prefer to capture Lopaka and torture him cruelly, making him suffer before dying – a style befitting the mafia. But obedience had become instinctual for Kasin; he was only briefly taken aback before returning to his usual demeanor. “Yes, madam.”

With tasks still at hand, Kasin bid farewell after conveying blessings and gifts from Vilem.

At that moment, Alajos approached silently, encircling Vivian’s waist with his left hand and drawing her into his embrace. Lifting her chin gently with his right hand, he remarked, “Your eyes are filled with fierceness.”

Following his lead, Vivian placed her hands on Alajos’s shoulders. Though her gaze remained fierce, her tone was innocent as she asked, “Don’t you like it?”

To Alajos’s surprise, Vivian’s fiery passion led him to be captivated. His features softened gradually. “I do,” he confessed.

Lowering his head, Alajos lightly tasted her red lips. “I really do.”

But Vivian wanted more, pulling him closer, bold and assertive in her desire.

Alajos, taken aback by Vivian’s ardor, did not miss the opportunity offered by her welcoming kiss.

“Your ardor surprises me,” he said after their intense embrace, struggling to catch his breath. Nuzzling against Vivian’s sensitive skin, he left ambiguous red marks with his caresses.

Feeling ticklish, Vivian was yet to react when a car pulled up behind them. A cough from the newcomer prompted them to behave appropriately.

Alajos raised his head, glaring at the man. “What do you want?”

The newcomer was Noah, dressed sharply in a suit with gleaming black shoes and coiffed hair, looking spirited and handsome.

Adjusting his tie without acknowledging Alajos’s hostile gaze, Noah turned to Vivian. “I believe I’m not late.”

Not sure how long Noah had been there or if he had witnessed her advances and kisses, Vivian timidly nodded, her face flushed. “The ceremony will begin in half an hour.”

“Charlie asked me to apologize for not being able to attend Dhanna’s baptism,” Noah paused. “Is it Dhanna’s name?”

“Yes,” Vivian answered, accepting the gift Noah offered and passing it on to Alajos. “Please come in. You can take a look at Dhanna first; her uncle Simpson is with her.”

“Charlie adores Dhanna, and he’s sorry he couldn’t be here in person,” Noah explained, following Vivian towards the church. “You know, he’s getting old. But Charlie really hopes you can take Dhanna to the island to see him.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Vivian hesitated over Noah’s proposal – grateful for Charlie and Noah’s help but haunted by memories of confinement on the island.

Seeking help, Vivian glanced at Alajos for support.

Given Charlie’s protective stance towards Vivian due to Lady Tasneem, Alajos was cautious about Charlie’s intentions. Though grateful for Charlie and Noah’s gestures, Alajos remained wary, especially after Camar’s kidnapping incident. Alajos would not risk enmity with ET but also ensured Houston did not turn against them.

“Of course, Charlie is a revered elder for Vivian and Dhanna,” Alajos replied. “But we’ll wait until Dhanna grows a bit more, and then I’ll accompany them to visit Charlie.”

“Hopefully, Mr. Capo won’t be too occupied to meet them,” Noah’s tone was flat though his gaze was sharp.

“No need for Mr. Noah to worry,” Alajos responded. “I still have time to accompany my wife and daughter on vacations.”

The exchange between Alajos and Noah, filled with sarcasm and tension, was vivid enough for Luzia, who stood a distance away, to sense the strong undercurrents.

Below, Shelley tugged on Luzia’s sleeve, asking, “Who is he?”

Referring to Noah, of course. Living with Vivian now, assisting in Dhanna’s care full-time, Luzia had heard about Noah. “He’s Noah Davis, Vivian’s cousin. He took care of Dhanna when she was born weak.”

“Vivian has such a handsome cousin,” Shelley remarked, drooling over Noah’s handsome features.

Luzia nudged Shelley slightly, “Your husband is right there; aren’t you worried he might get jealous?”

“Oh, handsome men are just for looking at. Festus is my true love,” Shelley replied, sending a flying kiss towards Festus, her husband.

Festus, engrossed in security duties while keeping an eye on Shelley’s interactions, blushed and averted his gaze shyly at her gesture.

Amused by his response, Shelley chuckled, “I prefer cute Festus over handsome men any day.”

Luzia, gobsmacked, gave Shelley a disdainful look. “Who said I would only love Alajos in this lifetime?”

“Oh, that was ages ago. Alajos now has a wife and daughter. I prefer to look forward,” Shelley said, rolling her eyes. “Life goes on.”

But what about her? Did she have a chance at happiness? From the moment they entered the church, her father had not ceased his socializing, and the scrutinizing gazes had not shifted from her.

Luzia felt like a piece of meat displayed for sale, her father and the onlookers the buyers and sellers!

This was too humiliating!

After the baptism came the luncheon. As guests transitioned to the Hargrave mansion, Vivian brought up the issue with Alajos.

“I don’t mind if Luzia remarries quickly, but this is her third marriage. Why can’t her opinion be considered?” Vivian couldn’t fathom her father’s actions. “He’s being too obvious. Have you heard the rumors about Luzia recently?”