Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“Alajos, I’ve been waiting for you,” Camar smiled, showing Alajos the detonator in his hand. “Do you see what this is?”

“Camar!” Alajos gritted his teeth, shouting his name. “Let Vivian go!”

“Do you think that’s possible?” Camar laughed. “I know you brought many people with you, and I’m sure there’s an excellent sniper on your ship. What’s his name again?”

Camar pretended to think and then accurately called out the name, “Emmert, right?”

Emmert, hiding in the sniper spot, and Simpson and others on the deck frowned in unison.

They had learned from Festus that Camar was also a highly skilled hacker, not much worse than Festus in terms of hacking skills.

For such a top-notch hacker, knowing Emmert’s name was an easy task, and they were not surprised or distressed by it.

They worried about Alajos, as he had been influenced by Camar, being too concerned about Vivian.

Camar’s actions were clearly provoking Alajos, who was already on the brink of rage.

Simpson had to remind Alajos, “Don’t let him affect your emotions, Alajos. Stay calm!”

Alajos was not yet out of control at the moment, calmly analyzing the current situation. However, the anger he displayed was more due to Camar’s insult and regret at not being able to kill him at that moment.

Only he knew the restraint and panic buried beneath this surface.

His deep gaze swept over the explosives tied to Vivian’s stomach, tense all over, blood congealed, and fear pounding on his heart like tidal waves.

As the Capo of Houston, Alajos was definitely an excellent explosives expert. With his familiarity with explosives, he could see at a glance that the amount of explosives on Vivian was enough to blow up a ten-foot wall. Once detonated, Vivian would be utterly destroyed.

“What do you want?” Alajos calmly stared at Camar’s actions, calculating how to take the detonator from him while ensuring Vivian’s safety. “If you release Vivian, I can guarantee not to hold you accountable. Let you and your companions leave without pursuit.”

Alajos threatened through clenched teeth, “But if you dare to harm Vivian, I will kill you!”

Camar’s smile faded, his face darkening. “Truly the Capo of Houston, your wife in my hands, yet you speak so stubbornly!”

As Camar grabbed Vivian’s hair, she cried out in pain. “You can continue to be arrogant, Mr. Capo, but your wife is about to bid you a final farewell!”

“Stop!” Alajos roared, the crackling sound of a miniature communicator in his ear once again. This time it was Emmert’s voice, saying, “No, can’t find a shooting angle!”

Alajos’s eyes darkened as he looked at Vivian’s pallid face, unable to wait any longer.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“What do you really want?” Alajos asked in a deep voice.

“I want your life!” Camar said coldly. “Are you willing to give it, Mr. Capo?”

“Alajos!” The people on the deck turned pale, and Simpson aimed his gun at Camar. “You’re asking for death!”

Camar shook the detonator in his hand, certain that Simpson would not dare to shoot. “I really don’t like the way this gentleman is pointing a gun at me. What do you say, Mr. Capo?”

“Simpson, step back!”

“Alajos!” Simpson glared at Alajos.

Alajos yelled again, “Step back!”

Simpson gritted his teeth. He couldn’t really shoot disregarding Vivian’s safety, but it felt suffocating to be led by the enemy.

“Simpson, obey orders!” Alajos glanced at Floren, who reluctantly stepped forward to draw Simpson away.

Alajos’s ship was actually slightly higher than Camar’s yacht, but Camar stood on the yacht, looking up at the brothers, who had once been full of confidence, now powerless due to a single word from him, provoking him immensely.

“Camar, state your terms,” Alajos said impatiently. “Don’t try my patience anymore!”

“Getting impatient?” Camar forcefully yanked Vivian’s long hair, forcing her to tilt her head up, letting out a painful moan. “Seems like you don’t care that much about Vivian. How about I kill her for you and give your precious daughter a new stepmother?”

Daughter? Alajos trembled, looking at Vivian’s belly in astonishment.

He had been too worried, his heart had been completely chaotic since learning about Vivian’s abduction, coupled with the explosives tied to her belly, he hadn’t even reacted to it just now.

So it’s a daughter? Vivian had given birth to his daughter!

But Vivian was only six months pregnant; premature birth at six months, was his daughter still alive?

Alajos dared not think further. He was afraid he couldn’t control his madness and do something irreparable.

Forcing himself not to look at Vivian’s painful expression, Alajos clenched his fists. “What do you want to do?”

Simpson circled behind Emmert, and their low discussion through the miniature communicator reached Alajos’s ears.

“Put on the diving suit, we’re going around behind Camar.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Floren hesitated. “What if there are also explosives on the yacht…”

Simpson didn’t wait for Floren; he snatched the diving suit. “I’ll go myself…”

Alajos heard their argument in full and speculated that once Simpson flanked Camar alongside Emmert at the sniper spot, with their years of cooperation, they could definitely take down Camar.

“I said, I want your life!” Camar said coldly. “See that yacht over there? It’s specially prepared for you. You go up alone!”

That was the yacht on which Camar’s two accomplices had arrived, and it also concealed explosives!

Vivian stiffened all over, seeing Alajos, oblivious to everything, ready to board the yacht. Vivian’s heart was clenched, forgetting the warning not to provoke the captors. “There are explosives on the yacht!”

Vivian, with red eyes, shouted emotionally, “Don’t listen to him, leave, Alajos, leave!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Camar, provoked by Vivian, unhesitatingly slapped her. Her already swollen face now swelled even more, tears streaming down from the pain of the slap.

“Stop!” Alajos’s eyes were bloodshot.

Indeed, there were explosives on the yacht!

Vivian’s risky warning confirmed Alajos’s suspicion. His originally vigilant heart soared again, yet without hesitation, he jumped onto the yacht.

Because of his uninhibited jump onto the yacht, Simpson, who had been about to dive into the sea, had to halt his plan.

Camar’s companion beside him aimed a gun at Alajos’s head across the space and gestured to his other companion to start the boat.

Camar proudly watched Alajos, whom he had manipulated, at his mercy, ordering, “Start the boat!”

“No, Alajos!” Vivian cried out in tears, trying to break free from Camar’s control but being held back tightly by him. All Vivian could do was watch as Alajos entered the cockpit and started the small yacht.

“Don’t do this, Alajos, don’t…” Vivian’s heart was filled with fear, regretting her foolishness that had put Alajos in this position. “Let me go, Camar! Alajos…”

“Don’t move!” Camar impatiently tugged at Vivian’s hair, pressing the gun against her head, the cold barrel hitting Vivian’s forehead, causing her pain.