Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Vivian was awakened by the glare of the light. The incandescent light seriously affected her sleep, just like now.

Having just experienced an intense love, Vivian’s body still carried ambiguous traces. She felt weak and powerless, lying in the bed, not wanting to move.

“Alajos…” Vivian murmured his name into the cotton pillow with a heavy, sleepy tone, sounding somewhat coquettish. “Why did you leave the light on?”

Alajos stood silently by the window, his handsome face dark, his expression fierce and terrifying. Vivian, in a daze, looked at him and was suddenly startled, instantly becoming mostly awake.

“You…” Vivian instinctively pulled the blanket higher, as if the warmth it brought could give her the courage to face Alajos’s anger. “What’s wrong with you?”

Vivian’s mind was still a bit fuzzy; she couldn’t remember the pregnancy test in the bathroom. Consequently, she naturally forgot what she had done to anger Alajos. She just felt that Alajos’s anger was so inexplicable.

“You’re pregnant,” Alajos said, looking at her with a dark expression, devoid of any joy at the thought of his wife being pregnant.

Alajos’s words and his attitude poured cold water on Vivian. She stared at Alajos blankly, and after a long while, she managed to ask in response, “I… I’m pregnant?”

Alajos threw the pregnancy test at her.

Three pregnancy tests, all intact, displaying two clear lines. The emergency self-study session on pregnancy tests informed Vivian that she was indeed pregnant.

She was pregnant, carrying Alajos’s child.

So, all her recent strangeness had an explanation.

She was pregnant.

Vivian was thunderstruck by this news, and she couldn’t believe it as she placed her hand on her slightly swollen belly.

She wasn’t getting fat; she was pregnant. Right here, she was nurturing a new life, the child of her and Alajos.

All her previous worries and fears dissolved with the revelation of the truth. The little life inside her womb wouldn’t become her nightmare; it was the start of everything beautiful.

Vivian’s joy and excitement were evident on her face, devoid of any fear or concealment. This truly struck Alajos, giving rise to another doubt in his mind.

Did Vivian not know she was pregnant?

“Aren’t you happy?” Vivian hadn’t forgotten Alajos’s dark expression.

Alajos took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing his raging anger. “Why didn’t you take birth control pills?”

“What?” Alajos’s question left Vivian bewildered. “Why should I take birth control pills?”

Exactly! Alajos instantly understood what was going on. No wonder, no wonder Vivian was pregnant!

“Bastard!” Alajos shouted, kicking over a nearby low stool. “He deceived me, damn bastard!”

“What are you talking about?” Vivian was startled by Alajos’s sudden outburst. “You’re confusing me. Who deceived you? What do birth control pills have to do with my pregnancy?”

“On our wedding night, we didn’t take any contraceptive measures. I didn’t use a condom, and you didn’t take birth control pills, so you’re pregnant!”

“Do you… not want me to be pregnant?” Vivian’s voice trembled.

“No, at least not now,” Alajos said. “Houston is very dangerous right now. Your pregnancy will only plunge Houston into greater crisis. My enemies will stop at nothing to kill you or capture you to use you as a means to force me to submit to their tyranny!”

The dreadful reality pierced Alajos’s words. Vivian turned pale. “Why didn’t you take any contraceptive measures? No one told me to take birth control pills.”

“Because of your father! Bryson!” Alajos’s voice rose again, as if he were trying to lift the ceiling. “He deceived me, he orchestrated a conspiracy, he used you to weaken me.”

“No!” Vivian shook her head. She had heard something dreadful.

“Listen, Vivian, it was Bryson, your father. On the day of the wedding, he told me that he had informed you about Houston’s plight and gave you birth control pills to take after we slept together.” Alajos asked her, “He didn’t tell you, did he? Answer me, Vivian, did he tell you to take birth control pills?”

“No, no, no!” Under Alajos’s relentless questioning, Vivian shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face. “He didn’t tell me to take birth control pills. I didn’t know.”

Alajos had already guessed as much. His blind confidence had dealt him a heavy blow. Bryson was indeed cunning and malicious; he had set up a big game using his daughter and grandson.

If Bryson foundout that Vivian was pregnant…

Alajos slumped on the bed, running his hands through his hair, pulling hard. There had to be a way, he had to find a way.

Vivian cried, realizing she was done for. She had become not only a gift to lure Houston, but also a weapon to destroy it; she was finished, her father had completely abandoned her.

The joy of the new life lasted less than a minute. The shadow of reality was about to crush her.

The two sat silently for a long time. Vivian went from crying loudly to sobbing softly, her tears drying up along with the last remnants of warmth and hope for her father.

She knew all too well the extent of Bryson’s cold-bloodedness; that man was no longer her father.

“Are you going to abort this child?” Vivian choked, every syllable trembling.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Alajos silently looked at her. It was the best solution.

Alajos’s silence made Vivian even more desperate. She thought her tears had dried up, but they hadn’t. “This is also your child, Alajos.”

Vivian took Alajos’s hand and placed it on her slightly swollen belly. “Feel him, feel him. He’s almost four months old; he’s our child.”

“He’s too fragile, Vivian. He can’t even withstand a major setback,” Alajos said, stroking Vivian’s tear-stained cheeks, expressing his concern. “The child will make you vulnerable. I will need to divert more of my energy and resources to protect you, which will weaken my strength.”

“Once the child’s existence is exposed, it will attract more attention and attacks from Bratva and Los Angeles,” Alajos paused when he mentioned Los Angeles, but continued, “Los Angeles has never been our friend. They have always had their eyes on Houston. A war between the two cities is inevitable.”

Vivian knew, she had always known, the intentions behind her father and Joseph’s covetousness of Houston. So, when she found out her father had concealed the birth control pills, tacitly allowing her to become pregnant with Alajos’s child to weaken his power, she knew her father’s coldness far exceeded her imagination.

From now on, Los Angeles was no longer her home.

“I know this is selfish, but…” Vivian sobbed softly, pleading, “Can you please let this child stay? I can’t lose him.”