Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

At the end of the examination, Dr. Yoshiye wiped off the gel from Vivian’s belly with a tissue, and asked the two new parents, “The baby has been developing for 19 weeks, and he is very healthy. Do you want to know his gender?”

Tears in her eyes, Vivian looked at Alajos.

Alajos lowered his head and looked at her, his gaze questioning.

Vivian shook her head, “I love a boy or a girl.”

Respecting Vivian’s decision, Alajos told Dr. Yoshiye, “We won’t look.”

Dr. Yoshiye nodded in understanding.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

The examination for today ended here, but in the subsequent pregnancy, Vivian would need to undergo several more check-ups. Dr. Yoshiye and Alajos walked to the side to quietly discuss the arrangements for the next check-up.

Due to the special nature of Vivian’s identity, it was destined that she could not openly go to the hospital for prenatal check-ups like an ordinary pregnant woman. Every check-up carried the risk of exposing her secret, so they needed to be extra careful, even more careful. Alajos had the responsibility to ensure that every check-up plan was perfected.

After spending some time finalizing the details of the next check-up with Dr. Yoshiye, Alajos left the hospital with Vivian. They used the hospital staff passage, directly taking the elevator from the back to the underground garage.

Diego had received instructions and was already waiting there. As soon as Alajos and the others exited the elevator, they immediately got into the car.

Diego slowly drove out of the underground garage, bypassed the front flower bed, and merged into the traffic on the road.

Back at the apartment, Alajos arranged for Vivian to leave.

Before leaving, Alajos kissed Vivian’s forehead, “I will be very busy next.”

“Because of me?” Vivian asked, feeling disheartened.

“Not entirely,” Alajos said, “Bratva attacked our warehouse again, and they took the drugs we had hidden in the warehouse.”

This wasn’t the first time Vivian had heard about Bratva attacking the warehouse in Houston. Vivian had never been involved in the mafia’s business, but she knew that warehouses in every city were located in discreet places, just like the warehouse in Los Angeles. It was difficult for Bratva to locate and destroy one, so why was it so frequent in Houston?

Vivian voiced her confusion, and this was the first time Alajos had mentioned his business so calmly. “My father died, along with over thirty elite soldiers of our organization.”

“Their deaths have dealt a heavy blow to Houston, making it vulnerable. We can’t protect our warehouse in Houston. So, I’ve requested support from Los Angeles,” Alajos said, “This is a necessary means for survival.”

“Why can Bratva find your warehouses?”

“I think…” Alajos narrowed his eyes, “There’s a traitor among us.”

“What?” Vivian widened her eyes. A traitor in the organization was deadly. A powerful traitor could destroy the entire organization; he could even easily kill Alajos. “You’re in danger!”

“We are all in danger,” Alajos kissed Vivian on the lips.

“Have you found the traitor?”

“Not yet,” Alajos looked regretful, “We haven’t found him.”

“What do we do?” Vivian was anxious, worrying about Alajos’s safety.

“I think we need a plan,” Alajos said, “Don’t worry, you just need to take care of yourself; leave the rest to me.”

He patted Vivian’s belly through her clothes, “Hey, little one, I have to go to work. Goodbye.”

Vivian tugged at his sleeve, feeling tender inside.

“Goodbye, Alajos,” Vivian prayed, “I hope you stay safe.”

“I will,” Alajos officially bid farewell to Vivian and walked into the elevator.

The elevator took Alajos away, and Vivian returned to the empty room, taking out the platinum card Shelley had given her.

She couldn’t afford to be weak anymore; she needed to become strong.

After making up her mind, Vivian knocked on Mare’s room door.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Mare had just finished showering, her hair still not dried.

“I want to go to the shooting club to take a look,” Vivian handed the platinum card to Mare, and she swore she actually saw a hint of nostalgia on Mare’s expressionless face.

“I know,” Mare returned the platinum card to Vivian, “I’ll take you there tomorrow?”

“Okay,” Vivian said, “Shall we set a time?”

“Depart at 8 in the morning,” Mare said, “It takes an hour and a half to get to the shooting club from here.”

“Eight o’clock? Vivian put on a pained expression, “That’s too early, isn’t it?”

“We practice shooting, so we get up at six,” Mare glanced at her, “Emmert is the best shooter among us, and he gets up at four to practice.”

Vivian obediently fell silent; she was afraid Mare would make her get up at four. She couldn’t even get up at six.

Vivian gritted her teeth, went back to her room, and set her squirrel alarm clock for eight o’clock the next morning.

The next morning at eight o’clock.

Vivian turned off the alarm clock with a pained expression, pulled the covers over her head, and curled up in bed.

“Just a little more sleep, just a tiny bit.”

Just as Vivian was about to drift back to sleep, she suddenly felt a cold sensation, her covers were pulled off, and Mare appeared, expressionless, by her bedside.

It was as terrifying as a horror movie, causing Vivian to scream and jump out of bed.

“What are you doing!” Vivian, still shaken, found it frightening that it was Mare, and then she got angry and threw a pillow at her, “You scared me!”

“It’s already eight thirteen!” Mare reminded Vivian of the time, with a cold expression.

Vivian had fallen back asleep, directly sleeping through thirteen minutes.

Since Vivian was taking too long to get ready after eating breakfast, an hour had passed, and it was already eleven o’clock when they left the apartment to go to the shooting club, which normally took an hour and a half.

It was already time for lunch.

Vivian covered her face, feeling extremely guilty.

Today was her first day of class, and Shelley had found an excuse to come to the club to meet Vivian. She had been waiting for half a day, and now she was glaring at Vivian in frustration, “With your lazy habits, you still want to learn how to shoot? Forget it.”

Vivian felt even more ashamed, “I really didn’t mean to. I just can’t get up.”

After getting pregnant, she had become very sleepy, and waking up at ten in the morning was normal for her. She also needed an hour’s nap in the afternoon to stay alert the whole day.

Shelley knew that some habits were hard to change, and it was always the one who had to wake up early that suffered. So, she only complained for a few moments, then took Vivian to eat.

The club provided food, and the chef was a renowned chef from a Michelin-starred restaurant. The pasta he made was just as good as Catlito’s restaurant. Vivian ate non-stop, astonishing Shelley.