Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“No, we all need to admit, you have been very brave,” Vilem patted Vivian’s back, comfortingly saying, “This is good, Vivian, you already have the ability to protect yourself. It will get better in the future, no one can hurt you.”

“Can I?” Vivian said she wanted to learn self-defense, practice shooting, and cooperate with Shirley, but in reality, she had no confidence. Her strength was too weak. Her father had trained her to be a lady without muscles or strength. She couldn’t handle a heavy gun, she couldn’t understand financial statements, and she knew nothing about the family’s business.

“Don’t ask if you can, Vivian, you need to try, enjoy the process, cherish the results, reality will tell you the answer.”

Perhaps Vilem’s gaze was too firm, perhaps Vilem’s trust was too heavy, Vivian inexplicably gained great courage, as if a burning fire had been lit in her heart.

She clenched her fists and told Vilem with the same firm tone, “I will work hard. I don’t want to be a burden to you and Alajos.”

“You have never been a burden to me. You are my sister.”

The siblings leaned on each other, quietly enjoying a moment of peace and tranquility. They didn’t have to do anything, they emptied their minds and let time pass by, cuddling each other.

After a long time, noticing that Vivian was about to fall asleep leaning against him, Vilem came to his senses. He helped Vivian lie down, pulled up the blanket to cover her, and then sat up and stretched.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve relaxed like this,” Vilem said cheerfully, rubbing his stiff neck. Since he arrived in Houston, his nerves had been constantly taut. The tense, gripping battle had been ongoing, people around him came and went, some were injured, some were maimed, some died. The cycle of life and death played out every day, and Vilem had almost become numb.

He thought he had become numb until the Bratva attacked the spa, Vivian was trapped in the mall by the Bratvas. When her life was in danger, Vilem’s hands trembled so much he could barely hold the gun.

It was then that Vilem realized that no one is completely unaware when facing death. Fear, tension, panic, avoidance-these negative emotions are the most normal reactions for people.

He was grateful that his sister was safe.

As for those who sought to harm Vivian, they would pay the price.

“Goodnight, Vivian,” Vilem kissed the back of her hand, preparing to leave, but Vivian grabbed his wrist with her other hand.

“Has there been any news from Mother?” Vivian forced herself to stay awake, her hand only weakly holding onto Vilem’s hand, and he could have easily pulled his hand away.

But Vilem didn’t. Yielding to Vivian’s strength, he leaned down slightly. “I will find her.”

Vivian’s heart tightened. Her guess was correct; her mother had indeed disappeared. She wasn’t convalescing in Europe as her father had said, otherwise Vilem wouldn’t be unable to find her.

Vivian wanted to cry, but she couldn’t. She already knew that crying wouldn’t solve any problems. “What are you planning to do?”

“If one day I stand against Father and Joseph, I will kill many people. My hands may even be stained with the blood of the Jones family. Will you be afraid of me?” Vilem looked at Vivian with some nervousness. He knew Vivian hated her father and Joseph, but she was always soft-hearted. She couldn’t bring herself to kill her father and brother, and she didn’t even dare to think about it.

Because she didn’t dare, because she didn’t dare to think, in the face of her father and Joseph’s indifference and disregard for family ties, Vivian was so afraid and resistant.

If one day he became like them, would Vivian be afraid of him? Would she disgust him?

Suddenly Vilem felt afraid. Afraid that Vivian would look at him with the same eyes she used to look at Joseph, as if he were trash, a terrifying killing machine.

Vilem’s question was too direct, Vivian couldn’t ignore the possible meaning in his words. She widened her eyes and stared at Vilem, shock flickering in her blue eyes.

She couldn’t believe that Vilem would say such things. The Vilem who once detested war, detested killing, detested the mafia, and wanted to break free, how could he become like this?

Vilem noticed her gaze and thought her shock was disappointment. His heart seemed to be ruthlessly twisted by an invisible hand, sharp and sour painswept over him. He didn’t dare to look into Vivian’s eyes; he feared seeing the hidden fear in them.

Just as he lowered his head, Vivian reached out with warm hands and cupped his face. The shock in her eyes hadn’t disappeared, but the fear that terrified Vilem didn’t materialize. “Vilem, my poor brother, what has happened to you?”

What made you become like this? What made you determined to become the person you once detested the most?

Compassion turned into mist, veiling Vivian’s blue eyes with maternal tenderness. Her hand caressed the scar at the corner of Vilem’s eye. “Whatever you have been through, whatever you want to do, you are still my brother.”

“I will always stand by you unconditionally,” Vivian said earnestly, covering her heart as if making a vow. “You will always be my brother.”

Vilem trembled as he exhaled a hot, heavy breath from his chest. His heart raced in his chest, and he belatedly relaxed his tense muscles, his back already damp with sweat.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Can you tell me about your plans?” Vivian squeezed Vilem’s hand, helping him to relax.

Vilem’s fingers unconsciously twitched, he wiped his face and said, “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

Vivian squeezed his hand again, this time coquettishly, “I want to hear.”

Before Vilem could refuse, Vivian provided her reason, “You said I need to have the ability to protect myself, I need to become strong, so I can’t continue to be ignorant. I need to know your plans, Alajos’s plans, I need to know about your business, your influence, and even your enemies.”

Vivian placed her hand on her abdomen, her face filled with a maternal gentleness and affection. “I haven’t congratulated you. You are going to be an uncle.”

“What?” Vilem’s expression was like he had just been struck with a stick, bewildered, shocked, and at a loss. He stared blankly at Vivian’s abdomen, covered by a blanket, unable to discern the slight curve. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, I am pregnant,” Vivian confirmed.

Vilem definitely hadn’t registered it, because he asked dazedly, “I’m going to be an uncle?”

Vivian smiled gently, patiently answering him, “Yes, you’re going to be an uncle.”

Vilem didn’t know what to say. He reached out and touched Vivian’s belly; the slight curve brought him out of his dreamlike daze. More shock and disbelief surged within him. He grabbed his hair, pacing back and forth in the room.

“I’m going to be an uncle? Vivian is pregnant?” Vilem murmured, his voice even trembling.