Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Upon safely arriving at the airport and boarding with Mare’s escort, Vivian asked him, “Does Vilem know I’m going to Hawaii today?”

Mare shook his head, “No, he’s currently on a mission.” No one could reach Vilem while he was on a mission, “But once in Hawaii, you can try calling him. If he’s free, he’ll answer.”

Meanwhile, Alajos hung up the phone from the airport.

Simpson, holding the car door with one hand, looked back at him, “Is Vivian on the plane?”

“Yes,” Alajos opened the car door and got in, “We should also set off.”

Simpson had no objections, sitting in the passenger seat and fastening his seatbelt.

He glanced at Alajos through the rearview mirror, “The news from Los Angeles is that Emmert wasn’t the one behind the attack.”

Simpson spoke with evident regret in his tone, “A bullet hit Bryson, but it missed the center of the heart.”

Alajos sat in the back seat, opening his email, preparing to receive the files sent back from Los Angeles.

“The Bratva is preparing for a second attack on Los Angeles, and the person organizing the attack is Barron Oden, a typical ‘anti-Bryson’ figure,” Simpson said.

“What about Dniel?” Alajos hadn’t forgotten this leader supporting Andre’s ‘pro-Bryson’ faction, and half a month ago, Jay’s death had completely ignited the war between the two families.

“Dniel is strongly opposed, but he couldn’t stop Barron’s first attack,” Simpson said coldly, “In fact, aside from Barron’s own intentions, Jay Vyazemsky’s father also supported Barron’s attack plan. He wanted to kill Bryson to avenge his son.”

With the full support of Jay Vyazemsky’s father, Barron finally had the resources to confront Dniel.

“However, Dniel is not alone; he has found their leader, Andre,” Alajos looked up from the computer and locked eyes with Simpson in the rearview mirror.

Simpson recalled the intelligence about this, nodding, “They are still Bratva people, everything has to obey Capo Andre’s orders. As long as Dniel gains Andre’s opposition, Barron’s attack will be stillborn.”

But without being able to incite Bratva to attack Los Angeles and weaken its power, the plan to dismantle Los Angeles from Houston might fall apart.

“It doesn’t matter,” Alajos said, “We still have Emmert.”

Simpson revealed a cruel, bloody smile, “To let Emmert take the opportunity to go to the hospital to assassinate Bryson?”

Alajos said, “No, Bryson’s life and death are no longer so important. However, now Joseph has returned to Los Angeles, and his ambition will become a dagger aimed at Bryson’s heart. There will be a war within Los Angeles itself.”

“We just need to start with the alliance between Bratva and Los Angeles at the same time,” Alajos gritted his teeth, “Their internal turmoil, the dilemma of Capo’s replacement, and the lack of ally support, these changes will make them as fragile as a critically ill patient.”

“I support your decision,” Simpson licked his lips with his tongue, his smile cruel and bloody, “Although I would love to kill Bryson with my own hands, for the sake of a peaceful future with Vilem, I have decided to follow your arrangements.”

“There’s no news more exciting than Joseph killing Bryson himself,” Simpson was already getting impatient.

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After a long flight, the private plane carrying Vivian and Mare finally landed at Honolulu International Airport on Oahu. The driver sent by the sanatorium picked up Vivian and Mare and took them to the sanatorium located in Honolulu.

Vivian was assigned a two-story independent villa, surrounded by a black painted iron fence with many unfamiliar climbing plants planted beneath the fence.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Vivian only took a brief glance when she entered and did not pay any more attention. She followed the villa’s housekeeper with Mare to view the two-story villa where they would stay for at least six months.

Vivian’s room was arranged on the second floor. The room was not as large as Alajos’s room in the apartment, and the bed was a standard double bed. However, it was tidy and clean, with a large floor-to-ceiling window that offered a view of the sea, very comfortable. It was so soothing here, as if she could forget about the war and danger in Houston.

What surprised Vivian even more was an item placed on the bedside.

“Oh my goodness,” Vivian exclaimed in surprise, “Look what I found, a squirrel clock!”

Vivian walked over to pick up the clock for inspection and indeed found a faint scratch on the winding knob behind the clock – it was the same scratch from when she accidentally slipped while fighting for it with her younger cousin at her grandparents’ house.

This was her squirrel clock! The one that was in Alajos’s room in the apartment.

“You brought this over too?”

“Alajos instructed it,” Mare, infected by her joy, answered in a slightly lighter tone, “You see, I didn’t lie to you. Alajos has already arranged everything for you.”

“Alright,” Vivian admitted, “You’re right.”

Vivian held the squirrel clock, feeling sweetness in her heart, and longing for Alajos.

Half-jokingly, she said, “What am I going to do? I’m already starting to miss Alajos. Will he come to see me?”

“If he’s done with his work,” Mare couldn’t give her a definite answer, after all, his current task was to protect Vivian and her unborn child, not to find out about Alajos’s progress.

But because of Mare’s words, Vivian fell into imagination.

She imagined the day Alajos came to Hawaii, perhaps it would be a sunny day just like today, with a warm sea breeze gently brushing their faces. Alajos would walk towards her, the sea behind him would be as blue as the sky, her eyes as blue as the ocean would be filled only with him.

Vivian didn’t know when Alajos would come, perhaps after she gave birth to the child? She would hold the child in a flower garden, waiting for Alajos to slowly approach them, then play with her child for a while, and say “Well done” to her.

At that moment, she would definitely ask Alajos for a kiss.

As Vivian thought about it, she laughed. Although it was a very long wait, she still looked forward to that day.