Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

After Charlie left, Vivian quietly twisted the doorknob – the door was not locked, and no one restricted her freedom.

This meant Vivian could move freely in this villa, even leave the villa and walk outside.

Vivian knew her freedom was limited to this.

In a conversation between the doctor and the maid, she learned that she was still in Hawaii, but not on Oahu Island, but on a private island somewhere. Charlie just revealed the same.

This was her grandfather’s private island, now belonging to her.

Vivian never lacked money, but that was because she was Capo’s daughter, later becoming another Capo’s wife. She could freely use their property, but none of it was hers.

But now, someone told her she owned an island of her own. The island no longer bore the names Bryson Jones or Alajos Hargrave, but her name, Vivian.

This was absolutely a new experience for Vivian. If this had happened before, she would have jumped with joy, immediately called Luzia to tell her she owned an island, an island!

But now, Vivian only worried if her daughter was safe, if she could get through the current difficulties.

And Alajos… did he know they had a daughter? Had he already chosen a name for their child?

With Joseph’s death and Bryson’s disappearance, Los Angeles was in unprecedented chaos, Vilem was rescued.

With the current chaos in Los Angeles, Vilem could not receive effective treatment, which would only fully entangle him in the struggles of various forces. To protect him, Simpson decided to bring him back to a hospital in Houston for treatment.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Also brought back to Houston for treatment was Alajos, his lower back wound contaminated with iron, causing fever, only waking up on the third day.

The first thing Alajos did upon waking up was search for Vivian’s whereabouts. When he heard that Chaquille’s yacht had sunk and everyone onboard was missing, Alajos smashed the hospital room and demanded to leave that day but was forcefully restrained by Simpson.

“It’s been a week, a whole week, and nothing has been found, no news at all. How can they do things like this!” Alajos finally erupted after being trapped in the hospital for a week.

As Simpson came into the room, with a not-so-pleasant expression, “Tabdon’s body has been found.”

Alajos held his breath, “And Vivian?”

“There’s no news yet.” Simpson’s expression turned even graver.

Alajos’ expression wasn’t any better, he clenched his fists, the blood from the IV returning; he didn’t even feel the pain.

Who, who on earth, who sunk Chaquille’s yacht, who killed Tabdon, who took Vivian away?

Is she… still alive?

Alajos dared not think of that negative possibility, he couldn’t wait any longer.

He yanked the needle out of his hand, grabbed his clothes from the bedside, “I’m going to Hawaii, I must go!”

This time, Simpson didn’t stop him.

Before leaving the hospital, Alajos took a look at Vilem.

Through the ICU room glass, Alajos stared darkly at the man lying in bed, completely bandaged, whom doctors said was lucky to still be alive. His tendons were severed, knee bones severely injured, and he would need a wheelchair for a long time, followed by grueling training to regain walking ability.

But what was more serious was his hearing.

After consultation with several experts, it was almost certain that Vilem had suffered severe damage to his auditory nerves, he could no longer hear, with very low chances of recovery.

Would Los Angeles accept a Capo who couldn’t walk and was deaf?

Alajos didn’t know, he couldn’t care as much, he could only do his best to save Vilem’s life and pray to God, hoping Vivian was still alive and he would do everything to find her.

“Joseph’s cruelty exceeded our imagination.” Every time Simpson saw Vilem’s miserable state, he hated Joseph, regretting letting Joseph die so easily that day. “He almost crippled Vilem.”

To torture an outstanding elite warrior into a waste was the cruelest torture for an enemy, worse than killing him, and Joseph used it on his own brother. It shows how much Joseph despised Vilem.

Simpson couldn’t understand it, Alajos and he were both Capo’s sons, they were once like Joseph and Vilem, all were future heirs of Capo, they were brothers, but also each other’s strongest opponents.

However, even if Alajos became the new Capo of Houston, he never thought of killing Joseph. He was willing to be Alajos’ deputy to assist him in ruling Houston.

But Joseph and Vilem, the two brothers were different, they were like two lions trapped in a cage, they wouldn’t give up until death.

“I couldn’t find you in the room.” The elevator “dinged” open, Shelley walked out from inside, “You’re indeed here, Alajos.”

Alajos raised an eyebrow, “What’s the matter finding me?”

“You’re going to find Vivian, right?”

“Of course.” Alajos said firmly, “I will find her.”

Shelley was satisfied with Alajos’ answer, “I brought you something, it may not be of much help, but it can provide you with a little direction.”

Alajos took a black phone from Shelley’s hand.

“Festus found out that before Vivian was kidnapped, someone helped Chaquille open the security system of the sanatorium. Emmert identified the person.”

Alajos didn’t like Shelley’s roundabout language, he frowned impatiently, “Just tell me directly, the person’s name.”

Shelley was used to Alajos’ bad temper, shrugged and said, “He lived in Houston for a long time. Festus found out all those residency records were fake, the real time he arrived in Houston was the same day as Uncle Kamden’s funeral, also Vivian’s second day in Houston. I think we can suspect he came for Vivian.”

This knowledge intensified Alajos’ anxiety, he looked at Shelley warningly, in a stern tone, “Shelley!”

“Camar Smith.” Shelley finally stopped teasing Alajos, and revealed the name Alajos already suspected, “I don’t know if you still remember.”

It was him!

The man who had once crossed Vivian, he had already suspected this man was intentionally getting close to Vivian during the investigation, thought his warning was enough for the man to pay the price of risking his life.

They and Simpson were too lenient!

Alajos’ eyes were dark and cold, a glint of killing intent shining through.