Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“What’s going on with you?” Alajos’ serious voice echoed above her head. “You’ve been like this for a long time. I’m sure you need a doctor.”

“No, I don’t want to go to the hospital,” Vivian instinctively refused, weakly leaning against Alajos, who helped her out of the bathroom.

“I can call a family doctor for you,” Alajos said, frowning as he looked at Vivian’s pale face.

Although calling a family doctor could solve the immediate problem, Vivian suspected that her ailment was not just a stomach issue. She wasn’t sure if it was what she thought, or if Alajos would be able to accept such a result.

“No,” Vivian grit her teeth and refused again. “I really just have a stomach ache. Let me rest, please. I don’t want to see a doctor.”

Vivian’s overly obvious avoidance made Alajos feel anxious. He didn’t understand why she resisted seeing a doctor so much. His tone became more forceful as he said, “Don’t be stubborn, Vivian. Your health is important to me. You’ve been vomiting for no reason and have had no appetite for the past two weeks. This is not a good sign. It affects my work mood.”

“You can pretend not to know. You can continue to ignore me. You have done that before,” Vivian said as she sat on the couch, this corner was quiet, and their conversation wouldn’t be overheard by anyone.

“Vivian, you really have no conscience,” Alajos’ expression turned grim. “Don’t say things that make me feel like you’re being foolish again. You will bring me endless trouble.”

“I will have Mare take you back to the apartment, the family doctor will be here soon, and he will give you a detailed physical examination. You have to be healthy, Vivian.”

“No, I don’t want to,” Vivian abruptly stood up, her vision went dark, and she fell back down.

This is really terrible.

Vivian thought to herself, she couldn’t control her own body at all. Showing weakness in front of Alajos was not good behavior. He would demand even more strongly that she see a doctor, and even force her to go to the hospital. Then, nothing could be hidden.

If it’s just a stomach problem, thank goodness. But what if it’s really pregnancy? Would Alajos be happy? Or would he be very angry? Would he be willing to keep this child?

Just thinking about it made Vivian feel suffocated.

She was in a loveless marriage, Alajos treated her with coldness and indifference. She was lonely and lived in a splendid prison, perhaps never to be free in her lifetime.

Would her child be like her? Would Alajos, like her father Bryson, provide their children with exquisite material life, fulfill all their material needs, send her to a private girls’ high school, teach her etiquette, teach her to be a lady, and turn her into the perfect creation.

And one day, when the family needed it, give her to an heir of a certain family, make her another Vivian, or even another Luzia.

Heaven, this is too terrible.

Vivian hugged herself tightly, shivering on the couch.

Just then, a pair of soft hands touched her cheek, wiping away her tears, and Vivian was embraced in a warm, rose-scented hug.

“Darling, don’t be afraid, everything is okay now,” the woman’s hand reached Vivian’s back, gently stroking her spine until she felt Vivian’s tense body gradually relax, and then she sighed in relief.

“Tell me, okay, darling?” Mrs. Yazmin let Vivian lean against her, stroking her golden hair. “Is Alajos bullying you?”

Vivian broke free from the terrible imagination. She broke out in a cold sweat on her back, and fear made her limbs feel weak. She could only slump in Mrs. Yazmin’s arms and sob softly, “I don’t want to see a doctor.”

“Can you tell me why?” Mrs. Yazmin was a gentle person. When she softened her voice, speaking softly and slowly, it unconsciously relaxed the nerves and lowered the guard.

“I… I’m scared,” Vivian whispered. She was afraid of being pregnant, afraid that Alajos didn’t want this child, and even more afraid of giving birth to a girl, repeating her own tragic fate.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

A girl born into the mafia, her fate had excluded any possibility of luck from the start.

“But your body is uncomfortable, and Alajos is very worried about you,” Mrs. Yazmin said. Clearly, Mrs. Yazmin was the mediator Alajos had brought in. “The doctor can relieve your pain.”

Vivian just shook her head, crying. The option of seeing a doctor made her veryresistant. It was a form of evasion.

Vivian was well aware that this behavior would eventually raise suspicions from Alajos. Once those suspicions deepened, Alajos would undoubtedly compel the family doctor to diagnose her condition, and sooner or later, he would know that it wasn’t just a stomach ailment, but a pregnancy.

But Vivian no longer wanted to consider the consequences. She just wanted to bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, to escape for another day.

Perhaps Vivian had become too resistant, her emotions too agitated, her sadness infecting Mrs. Yazmin.

Mrs. Yazmin couldn’t bear it. She said to Alajos, “Why not just let it be? Have Haylee pay more attention and make some nutritious meals for her stomach. Cook some of her favorite dishes.”

Alajos didn’t seem entirely in agreement, but because Mrs. Yazmin was his aunt, he couldn’t lose his temper.

“Stomach problems can’t be solved with medication. It mostly requires gradual care,” Mrs. Yazmin said. “I heard she’s good friends with Luzia? Luzia is about to marry her brother and move to Los Angeles. It’s truly a sad thing to be separated from a good friend. Give her some time to recover.”

“I’ve told you many times, Alajos,” Mrs. Yazmin said emphatically, “Vivian is your wife. You mustn’t treat your wife with rudeness and brutality. You need to be gentle, attentive, and soothing. Instead of blaming her.”

“She’s not a porcelain doll, Aunt,” Alajos pressed his aching temple. He was willing to listen to the advice of his elders, but he was not willing to change. A change in attitude would only prove his weakness. “She shouldn’t be so fragile.”

“She’s the woman of the Capo, the future mother of the Capo’s heir. She has many dangerous enemies around her. She needs to discard her sensitivity and naivety and become strong.”

“You’ll protect her, won’t you?” Mrs. Yazmin looked at him.

“Yes. She’s my wife, my family. I will do everything to protect her, to take care of her,” Alajos said wearily, closing his eyes. “But, Aunt, a person’s energy is limited. The Capo is not a god; he also has moments of weakness, moments of negligence.”

“Like my father Kamden, he was too powerful and too arrogant. He forever lost my mother,” Alajos’ expression was full of grief. “I don’t want Vivian to repeat my mother’s fate.”

As Alajos spoke, Mrs. Yazmin was drawn into her own sorrowful memories. She too teared up, and she embraced Alajos, “My poor child, may God bless you both.”