Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Alajos didn’t know how to make his promise sound more reliable, “I’m sorry for putting you through so much danger. I don’t want you to leave my side again, so I won’t let you go back to Hawaii alone.”

Vivian stared at Alajos in disbelief at first, but when she understood what Alajos said, joy filled her entire heart, “Really? Is this true? Alajos, please tell me, is this true?”

Influenced by Vivian’s joy, Alajos smiled and said, “It’s true.”

If they weren’t on an airplane, Vivian felt she would have jumped for joy. “Thank you, Alajos, for making me wait for you.”

Alajos held her hand.

Feeling the strength in his hand, Vivian finally felt her heart settle down.

The private plane landed at Houston Airport at five in the morning, and the driver took Alajos, Vivian, and Mare to the hospital.

When Vivian and the others reached Vilem’s floor, Luzia was still asleep.

She gestured to Alajos to be quiet and pushed the baby cot next to Luzia’s bed, then quietly pushed Alajos out.

“Let her sleep a little longer. Let’s go see Vilem.” Vivian was eager to see Vilem now, but she remembered the hospital’s rules. “Is it okay, it’s not visiting hours?”

“Of course,” Alajos said. In Houston, no one could refuse Capo’s request.

Babies never slept soundly, and the baby started to make noises, looking sleepily at her mother.

Vivian quickly picked up the child and said to Mare, “Mare, can you watch them for a while? Let me know when Luzia wakes up. I’m going to breastfeed the baby.” The moment Vivian looked into Mare’s eyes, she understood his intentions. She was giving Mare and Luzia some time alone together.

Mare appreciated Vivian’s thoughtfulness, but he didn’t immediately agree, instead, he looked at Alajos.

Alajos was looking at him too, his light brown eyes filled with contemplation.

Alajos weighed his options.

The result of his deliberation was unknown to Mare, but Alajos not agreeing for a long time already made his stance clear.

Mare wasn’t disappointed by the outcome; he knew his role – he was just a bodyguard.

“I…”

Mare opened his mouth, wanting to say, “I’ll go with you,” but Alajos interrupted him, “Mare, stay behind.”

Mare was surprised, why?

Vivian didn’t think too much about Mare, seeing Alajos also agreeing with her arrangement, she happily winked at Mare and pulled Alajos away.

Before leaving, Alajos looked deeply at the absent-minded Mare, without much explanation, he left with Vivian.

Vivian, holding her long-unseen child, played with them in the hospital’s mother and baby room. As a new mother, she still had many things to figure out. But watching her child suckle vigorously, Vivian felt all her exhaustion disappear.

Alajos watched Vivian breastfeeding and felt she was more beautiful at this moment than ever. He vowed to protect the mother and daughter.

“We haven’t decided on a name for her yet.”

“After everything is over, I’ll give her the most beautiful name. She will be the happiest princess in Houston,” Alajos replied.

Yes, she would be the happiest princess, spared from the fate her mother and grandmother endured. God bless her with a lifetime of happiness.

After finishing breastfeeding, Mare informed them they could visit. Vivian quickly walked to Vilem’s bedside. When she saw Vilem’s condition clearly, even though she quickly covered her mouth, sobs still escaped.

“How could this happen?” Vivian cried as she looked at Vilem’s swollen and bruised face. She reached out to touch him, then recoiled in fear, “What did that damned Joseph do to you?”

The man on the hospital bed was tortured to an unrecognizable state. His brown hair was shaved, revealing a scalp with stitches from surgery. His right arm was in a cast, and both wrists were wrapped in thick bandages, with cracked skin and some fingernails torn off…

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Vivian cursed Joseph a thousand times over in her mind, but it didn’t diminish her anger. He died without pain, yet Vilem suffered such torment.

Perhaps Vivian’s sobs disturbed Vilem, or he woke from the pain, but Vilem’s consciousness began to return, and when he saw Vivian, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

“Vilem.” Vivian noticed his awakening. To spare Vilem from seeing too much, she leaned down beside his bed, tears still in her eyes, “Are you okay? I’m sorry it took until today to visit you.”

Getting closer, Vivian caught a glimpse of the bruises on his neck from his hospital gown. They were marks of being strangled.

Someone had used a rope to strangle Vilem was it to torture him or suffocate him to death?

Vivian didn’t know, and her fingertips trembled in pain. “Does it hurt?”

Vilem just looked at her with tears in his eyes, as if he hadn’t heard her speak.

The thought was too frightening, and Vivian dared not dwell on it further. “What’s wrong, Vilem?”

“He can’t hear you, Vivian.” Alajos stepped in, placing a hand on Vivian’s shoulder to comfort her, “He’s deaf.”

“Deaf?” Vivian’s body stiffened, repeating Alajos’s words dully. She almost didn’t recognize the word “deaf.”

“The doctor said his auditory nerves were damaged. Despite surgery to repair them, the possibility of permanent deafness remains, depending on his recovery. There’s still hope, it’s not hopeless yet. It’s all temporary for now,” Alajos said, supporting the shaken Vivian. He knew this news was very hard to accept, but Vivian deserved to know the truth. “We’ll assess his condition further once he’s better for possible additional surgery. For now, it’s not the end. Everything is temporary.”

With tears in her eyes, Vivian could only nod in response.

Vilem seemed to sense how difficult it was for Vivian to come back, and the pain in his eyes was replaced by joy. He struggled to raise his hand to touch his sister’s hair, but his injured hand was immobile, and he had to give up.

“It’s okay, when you’re better, you can touch my hair again.” Though she knew Vilem wouldn’t hear, Vivian wanted to tell him, “Not just mine, but my daughter’s too.”

Vivian showed him her flat stomach, “I had a daughter, Vilem, you’re now an uncle.” She indicated towards Luzia, who was holding the baby outside the window.

Because he couldn’t hear, Vilem instinctively watched Vivian’s moving lips and then looked out of the window following her finger.

He blushed with excitement and tried to say, “Hehe” but only a hoarse sound came out.

The doctor had mentioned his vocal cords were also damaged to some extent, but luckily, it wasn’t permanent damage and would improve as he recovered.

To calm Vilem’s emotions, Vivian took the whiteboard from the nurse and wrote messages like, “I’ll bring her to see you next time” and “Get well soon.”