Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Luzia knew that Joseph had followed Vilem’s ship out to sea, and he wouldn’t be back for at least half a month. But now that Vivian’s pregnancy was exposed, he wouldn’t miss this perfect opportunity to “show concern” for his sister.

Luzia was even more worried. If Joseph ended up in a fight between Houston and Los Angeles, would he use her as a threat against Alajos?

…

On the other side.

Shelley and Festus said goodbye to Vivian, getting ready to leave.

Festus pressed the first floor button, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

“I feel like you’re hiding something from me,” Shelley said.

Festus quickly denied, “No, I’m not!”

“Really?” Shelley glanced at him sideways. “Then why are you so nervous?”

“I, I’m not…” Festus explained nervously, avoiding Shelley’s inquisitive gaze. He didn’t dare look at her as she approached, with her round and cute face like an apple suddenly enlarged in front of Festus’ eyes. They were so close that they could feel each other’s breath. Festus stared intently at her long fluttering eyelashes, feeling as if those lashes were brushing against his heart, both tickling and causing him to daydream.

Too close!

Festus started to feel his heart racing, struggling to breathe.

He was suffocating.

“I…” Festus leaned slightly backward, managing to create a little distance between him and Shelley. He didn’t even dare to take a deep breath. “I’m shy…”

This didn’t sound like a lie because Festus’ face was already turning red.

Shelley was somewhat surprised. She reached out and poked Festus’ face, which was burning hot.

To his surprise, just that slight poke on his face made him blush even more. He felt as if he was about to cook in the next second.

Amidst her astonishment, Shelley’s mind was filled with mischievous thoughts.

This innocent and easily embarrassed man belonged to her.

His innocence and shyness belonged only to her.

However, this didn’t mean Shelley had forgotten the question from before. They were definitely hiding something from her!

What could it be?

Since the attack, he and the others had a strange feeling. Could it be that the Benoist family was behind the organization’s assault?

Festus parked his car a bit far away, and Shelley waited for him at the hospital entrance until he drove over.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

If that was really the case, it meant that there was a traitor within the Benoist family, someone who betrayed Houston and Alajos!

Lost in her thoughts, Shelley didn’t notice the girl who stumbled around the corner and fell into her arms.

Shelley let out a cry of surprise, narrowly catching her. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

The girl held onto her dizzy head and, with Shelley’s help, managed to stand up straight. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Shelley looked at her pale complexion. “You don’t look well.”

“It’s okay, I might have low blood sugar.” The girl pointed to a bench ahead and said, “Could you please help me over there?”

“Of course. But don’t you need to see a doctor?” Shelley asked with concern.

The girl seemed a bit embarrassed. She tugged at her worn-out denim jacket, washed so many times that it had turned white. “I don’t have any money.”

“I have some, I can lend it to you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just sit there for a while.” The girl shyly said, “Thank you, you’re really kind.”

The girl insisted on not going into the hospital, so Shelley had no choice but to help her over to the bench as she had asked.

“By the way, my name is Emilija.”

“Emilija?” The name sounded familiar. Shelley pondered for a moment before answering, “I’m Shelley.”

Screech! A black sedan abruptly stopped by the roadside, startling Shelley. A sense of unease washed over her.

In the next second, the car door swung open forcefully, and two tall, muscular men ran towards her. Sensing danger, Shelley grabbed Emilija’s hand, intending to flee. But Emilija held her back firmly and said, “Wait, Shelley, the gentleman misses you and would like to invite you for a cup of coffee.”

“I… I don’t know any gentleman! Um…”

“It’s alright, you’ll get to know each other once you meet.”

Emilija directly covered Shelley’s mouth and nose with a prepared handkerchief. As Shelley breathed in the drug on the cloth, she started feeling drowsy. The two men who had gotten out of the car took charge and forcefully carried Shelley into the black sedan.

As Emilija was about to get into the passenger seat, a red sports car came rushing from a distance and crashed into the rear of the black sedan with great force, causing it to jolt forward slightly.

Both the driver of the black sedan and Emilija cursed, and Emilija opened the car window and fired a shot towards the pursuing sports car. “Bastard!” Festus fiercely turned the steering wheel, and the driver of the black sedan stepped on the accelerator. The car’s engine roared, and it zoomed ahead.

Festus chased after them at high speed, taking out his phone to call Mare. Mare had just brought water for Vivian, while Luzia was brewing coffee.

“Festus?” Mare answered the phone with confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Shelley has been kidnapped!” Festus’s urgent roar and the roaring sound of the engine came through the phone.

“What happened to Shelley?” Luzia’s hand trembled, causing the cup to tilt and spill coffee all over the table. “Who kidnapped her?”

“I don’t know. I’m chasing them. It’s a Ford, license plate number TX4556, but I suspect it’s fake. We may need to look into used car transactions.” Festus gritted his teeth and stared intently at the black sedan in front, stepping on the gas pedal recklessly.

“Damn it, can’t shake them off!” The driver of the black sedan raced through the streets of Houston, frequently glancing at the rearview mirror. The red sports car, like a mad beast, closely followed from behind, occasionally accelerating and forcefully colliding with the back of his car.

The driver of the black sedan couldn’t afford to relax even for a moment. He said to Emilija, “Get someone to deal with him!”

Emilija nodded.

As she was about to retrieve her phone, the sports car rammed into the black sedan once again. Due to the inertia, she lunged forward, losing her grip on the phone, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

“Damn it!” Emilija cursed and picked up the phone to make a call. “Dam, at the intersection, kill him!”

There was a crackling sound on the other end of the line, followed by a deep voice saying, “Received!”

Unaware of the impending disaster, Festus continued reporting his location and direction to Mare.

The black sedan zoomed through an intersection, closely pursued by Festus. A white van suddenly emerged from the other side of the intersection, speeding at a hundred miles per hour, and collided with the sports car.