Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“Damn you!” Tabdon saw the shattered porcelain shards and cut ropes on the floor and knew what Vivian had been up to. The fiery anger from being chased and toyed with had now turned into a curse. He strode forward, grabbing Vivian by her hair, pressing her down to the ground amidst her terrified screams.

Tabdon was like a madman. “Like to run, huh? Run, then, run! I’ll make sure you run!”

Grabbing Vivian’s right hand, she seemed to realize what he intended to do, screaming and struggling to hide her hand behind her back. But there was no way her strength could resist Tabdon, and he eventually pulled her hand out, firmly pinning it to the cold floor.

“I’ll make you run, make you run!” Tabdon picked up a sharp piece of porcelain from the floor.

“No, no!” Vivian, overcome with fear, forgot to struggle. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched him raise the shard and bring it down sharply, piercing deep into her hand, straight through her palm.

“Ahh!” Vivian let out a heart-wrenching scream, her vision blackening as the pain made her faint. But Tabdon was not done yet; he cruelly pulled out the shard from her hand once again.

The pain of removing the weapon made Vivian’s vision blur, cold sweat covering her body, her heart rapidly contracting, making it difficult to even breathe.

“Pain, so much pain!” Vivian cried out in agony as Tabdon unleashed all his rage on her that was supposed for the pursuers, grabbing her hair to lift her up.

“Ahh!” In extreme pain, Vivian’s eyes widened as tears uncontrollably poured out.

Why did she have to endure this pain, why did she have to suffer this torment, why did she have to be so weak, why…

Alajos… Mare… Anyone, someone save her, someone save her…

No one heard her cries because no one could save her. The only one who could save her was herself!

Another impact from outside was more powerful than all the previous ones, causing the small boat to give out an unbearable sound. Tabdon, weakened by blood loss, was affected, not to mention Vivian.

Vivian’s body uncontrollably leaned forward, and Tabdon struggled to keep his balance, tripping over the high table underneath, both of them falling heavily.

As they fell, her stomach was facing downwards. Despite her efforts to adjust her falling posture, she couldn’t do it in time.

The excruciating pain from her stomach made Vivian feel her child struggling frantically, making her more anxious.

Her child, her child…

Vivian’s mind went blank; she knew no one could save her. She was going to die, her child too…

But why, why should I die, why should my child die!

Malice flourished and spread in extreme terror. Vivian grasped the shard tightly, a fierce gleam in her eyes. “Die!”

The sudden outburst of emotions made Vivian lose aim; she may have aimed for Tabdon’s neck, but the shard ended up piercing his eye, causing him unbearable pain. He howled in agony, kneeling on the ground, clutching his eye, losing control of Vivian in an instant.

The will to survive compelled Vivian to swiftly move away, the pain all over her body making it hard for her to stand. But she refused to give up. Despite several attempts to stand, she fell due to her weakness, Tabdon clutching her ankle.

That hand, drenched in thick blood, from a demon, was icy cold against her skin. Vivian kicked and struggled in fear, but Tabdon held onto her ankle firmly. Using her last strength, she picked up the shard again and drove it deeply into Tabdon’s throat this time.

The adrenaline rush was astonishing; even Tabdon couldn’t break free. His fingers dug deep into Vivian’s arm, trying to pull her away, but his futile struggles were in vain.

Gasping for breath, her eyes bloodshot, the shard cutting her hand and piercing Tabdon’s throat. Blood gushed from his throat as Vivian collapsed with all her might.

But just as she thought everything was over, Tabdon suddenly flipped and choked her neck, his face pale from blood loss, eyes bulging, unable to speak, his throat making a heaving sound.

Vivian’s ears rang; she felt the pain in her stomach, the acute pain in her heart and lungs.

“Bang!”

A loud gunshot echoed in her ears; Tabdon’s blood and brain matter splattered all over her face, the pressure on her throat vanished instantly.

Tabdon lay weakly on top of her.

Before Vivian could regain her consciousness, her body trembled reflexively.

“Vivian? Vivian!” Someone pulled her away from Tabdon, holding her in their arms, shaking her vigorously. “How are you, wake up, Vivian?”

Vivian struggled to lift her eyelids, wanting to see the person in front of her, wanting to see his face.

Is it you who came to rescue me, Alajos?All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Before her consciousness plunged into darkness, Vivian heard a stranger exclaim, “She, she seems to have miscarried!”

…

Los Angeles.

Joseph had just finished a battle, with a gunshot wound on his arm inflicted by Balen. On his way to the top-floor apartment, an emergency family doctor who was urgently called helped him remove the bullet.

“The elites of Houston are courageous enough; they bore at least a third of Balen’s combat power.” The smell of blood made Joseph unusually excited. “Father was right; Houston should be a strong team, but because of Kamden, they are weakened. Alajos lacks the ability to turn the tide; only I can help them regain their former glory, only I am the Capo they should follow.”