Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“No!” Luzia’s expression could no longer be described as shocked. “Tell me, you’re just kidding, Alajos.”

“I wish that were the case, but all the signs currently point to my guess being the most accurate.” Alajos revealed his regret.

They tried various methods, inquiring and searching through various channels. Alajos even contacted Vivian’s good friend Emily for help. But after many days of waiting, they still had no results.

No trace of a person could be erased so cleanly unless she was already dead.

Luzia slumped onto the sofa. She couldn’t accept this possibility, couldn’t imagine how Vivian would react if she knew.

She would definitely break down. Luzia thought.

Luzia never doubted Alajos’s judgment, but who killed Lady Tasneem brought to mind Irina Peleri Elf’s death. Both held the same status. Lady Tasneem was Bryson’s wife and future heir Joseph’s mother. Who could bypass these two formidable men to kill her, erase all traces of her in Los Angeles, and even make Bryson and Joseph conceal her death simultaneously?

The more Luzia thought about it, the more frightened she became. A chill crawled up her spine, causing her to shiver violently. “It is… is…”

Luzia tried several times to speak, but the name of the killer just wouldn’t come out of her mouth.

Alajos looked at her silently, without surprise or contradiction.

Alajos’s silence confirmed Luzia’s suspicions. The killer might be Bryson and his son.

Suddenly feeling restless, she jumped up from the sofa and threw herself at Alajos. “Take me away, Alajos. I can’t stay here anymore. I’ll die, I really will.”

They were a group of demons. They could even kill Lady Tasneem. What did that make her? She was just a gift from Houston to Los Angeles, a plaything in Joseph’s hands. With a mere flick of his finger, Joseph could crush her effortlessly, not even needing to hide her death as he did with Lady Tasneem’s.

If she died, vanished, it would only be more thorough than Lady Tasneem’s disappearance.

Luzia was too scared. She had lived fervently like the sun for over twenty years until she met Joseph. He put an end to her fervor. Someday in the future, he would end her life as well.

The main reason Alajos agreed to stay in Los Angeles was to find out Lady Tasneem’s whereabouts. Now that they couldn’t find her, he should indeed leave. Her safety became precarious with Alajos’s departure, especially when Los Angeles was on the brink of changing ownership.

“We should…” The phone rang, interrupting Alajos. Cursing inwardly, he rudely pulled out the phone from his pocket. It was Simpson.

“We’re in Los Angeles.” With Bryson seriously injured and Los Angeles completely breaking ties with Bratva, the situation in Los Angeles was extremely unstable. To prevent other forces from taking advantage, land, sea, and air in Los Angeles were all restricted. Simpson and his team had to sneak into the docks and then into the city.

“You need to break free from Joseph as soon as possible and take a private plane from Washington to leave.”

“I understand.” Alajos hung up the call indifferently, ignoring Luzia’s anxious gaze. He grabbed Luzia and ran, taking the elevator to the underground garage, where a black car was ready.

Just as Alajos was about to take out the keys, a car drove into the entrance of the underground garage, its bright headlights shining on him. Alajos barely recognized it as Joseph’s car.

There were three cars in total, speeding towards them and surrounding Alajos and Luzia, blocking their way.

Joseph got out of the first car. “Can you tell me where you intend to take my wife, Alajos?”

Luzia was afraid, her fingers turning white as she nervously approached Alajos.

“Your apartment is too boring. I was just about to take my cousin shopping,” Alajos shrugged helplessly, looking like he had no choice. “You know, women always love shopping. They enjoy the process of swiping their cards.”

“Of course. Women’s love for shopping is like men’s obsession with liquor and sex, a natural sensual pleasure.”

Joseph smiled warmly, but as he approached them step by step, Luzia only wanted to escape.

Before she could act on her thoughts, Joseph was quicker. He reached out and dragged her into his arms. “Hey, my beautiful wife, where do you think you can escape to?”

“I…” Luzia stammered timidly, continuously seeking help from Alajos with her eyes. But Alajos’s demeanor was too indifferent. She couldn’t see any hope, so she had to save herself. “I’m not running away.”

“Is that so?” Joseph placed his large hand on Luzia’s slender waist, the calluses on his palm rubbing against her delicate skin through her clothes, teasing the sensitive spot at her waist.

Frequent encounters with Joseph had made him familiar with Luzia’s body, knowing how to touch her to make her quickly reach climax, so she would lose all resistance in pleasure and shame.

Luzia didn’t disappoint him. She couldn’t control the tremors in her body, the waves of pleasure surging from her deepest core as he played with her sensitive spots. She couldn’t control her flushed face and sticky moans even in front of Alajos and the bodyguards.

Pleasure and shame engaged in a tug-of-war over desire in Luzia’s body, and Luzia was destined to lose. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, unable to look into Alajos’s eyes, fearing to see contempt, disdain, and disappointment.

With her back to Joseph, she couldn’t see the provocative gleam in his eyes. And in the face of Joseph’s provocation, Alajos openly displayed his dissatisfaction.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“I heard from Mark that Los Angeles is preparing for the Capo succession ceremony.” Alajos suppressed his anger.

“You know, my father has been seriously injured and fallen into a prolonged coma. Doctors say the chances of him waking up and recovering are slim.” Joseph bit Luzia’s lip, leaving a rough kiss. “Los Angeles can’t be without a Capo for long, especially now.”

Alajos nodded. “I agree with your reasoning and Los Angeles’s decision. But as the new Capo of Los Angeles, shouldn’t you pay attention to your actions?”

Joseph didn’t explode in anger at Alajos’s authoritarian tone but humbly asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Such as?”