Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Vivian was a little confused at this point, she couldn’t figure out Vilem’s thoughts. Was he unwilling for her to be pregnant? “Are you not happy, Vilem?” Vivian asked tentatively.

“Happy, I am very happy,” Vilem replied. Knowing that his state had startled Vivian, he grabbed his hair, desperately trying to calm himself down. “I am, indeed, too happy. I’m going to have a niece.”

Vilem’s joy transmitted to Vivian, and she gently caressed her belly. “Yes, I am going to be a mother.”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

The timing of Vivian’s pregnancy might not be ideal and it would disrupt some of his plans, but Vilem never felt that the child came at the wrong time. He was genuinely happy for Vivian. However, for now, he had to make some adjustments to his plans. He needed to ensure Vivian and the child’s safety. An attack like today’s could not happen again.

“I need to discuss with Alajos. We need to ensure your safety. You didn’t tell Father about this, did you?” Vivian knew that he was worried about the same thing as Alajos, and she shook her head firmly, “No, I was going to tell Mother. Vilem, before that, can you answer my question?” Vivian persisted.

If Vilem had any hesitation before, he didn’t dare to hesitate now. Vivian was right. If they wanted Vivian to have the ability to protect herself, she needed to know about all their power distribution and plans, and understand the fierce and brutal enemies they were facing.

Vilem’s only concern was whether Vivian could accept their father, Bryson, and his malignant intentions hidden beneath his facade.

“Do you know why Father left us in Houston?” Vilem decided to test the waters first.

“Of course, his purpose is very clear,” Vivian nodded, “to solidify the alliance between the two cities through my marriage to Alajos and to leave you to help Houston. It’s Los Angeles’ biggest sincerity.”

Indeed. Vilem lowered his head, his lowered eyelids hiding his gloomy eyes. Vivian’s thoughts were exactly the same as his previous ones. They still held respect and expectations for their father, who was far away in Los Angeles, imagining that one day they could return to their old lives there.

Father was cruel, indifferent, authoritarian, a powerful Capo, but he was also their father. They were all betting that their father still had a lingering attachment and affection. But they were all wrong. Father’s cruelty was absolute. The child he valued was only Joseph, who was as cold and despicable as him, his proud creation, his heir. As for him and Vivian, they were probably considered shameful failures by him. Now, these failures were exerting their last bit of influence, embroiled in the struggles of Houston, making the final contributions to his cannibalistic plans.

Vilem couldn’t help but laugh, tears in his eyes.

He finally admitted that his father was an outstanding conspirator.

“You are wrong, Vivian,” Vilem’s expression carried a hint of cruelty. He knew that his next words would drag his sister into the abyss, but he couldn’t help it. He had been in the abyss for a long time, he was too lonely.

But he was also afraid. He was afraid that Vivian would blame him, would hate him, he would lose his only family. He only had Vivian.

His voice trembled with irrepressible fear, “Father’s generosity is not to help Houston, he wants to obtain Houston.”

“Obtain Houston?” Vivian repeated Vilem’s words in a whisper, each letter felt like a steel knife, cutting into her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. Yet, at some moment, she felt calm, as if the person being betrayed repeatedly by their father was not her.

She had sensed it for a long time. Even at the moment of learning the truth, there was a sense of relief from the burden of a thousand catties finally being lifted.

She could actually calmly accept the cruel reality of being abandoned.

Vivian’s reaction was too calm, beyond Vilem’s expectations, and it made him deeply worried. “Vivian, you…”

Before comforting words could be spoken, Vivian burst into a smile, tears glistening in her eyes. It was a bleak, sorrowful smile, yet also a relieved one.

“On the day I married Alajos, Father explicitly told Alajos, and warned me to take contraceptive measures, to use birth control pills,” Vivian thought she had already accepted this fact quite calmly, but her trembling voice betrayed her, “I didn’t know anything about birth control pills. Father never told me these things.”

Vilem stood stunned.

Because of Father’s deliberate concealment, intentional misdirection, Vivian had indeed become pregnant at the most inappropriate time.

Father had bound Alajos’s hands and feet with a weak wife and a fragile child, forcing him to spend more time and effort protecting Vivian and the child.

Houston was constantly weakening, while Los Angeles was steadily infiltrating.

Vilem couldn’t help but laugh, laughing until he cried.

“What a calculation!” Vilem said fiercely. “Our father is truly a great father!”

“Vilem,” Vivian looked at Vilem with tearful eyes, “we cannot allow the situation to continue to deteriorate. Father has abandoned us. I no longer trust him. I don’t believe that one day, if he defeats Houston, Los Angeles will welcome us back.”

“You’re right, Vivian,” Vilem grasped his hair fiercely, the pain pulling him back from the abyss, restoring a bit of his spirit. “Let’s continue.”

“Now that you know Father’s goal, you should understand the warriors Father sent to Houston. Their task is definitely more than just helping Houston against Bratva,” Vilem said, “They were all handpicked elites, loyal either to Father or to Joseph.”

“Father sent three waves of people to Houston, a total of 123. In the battles with Bratva, 25 died, leaving 98. I took a team of 20 people, the rest are under the management of Chaquille and Lopaka.”

Vivian knew these two, Chaquille was Father’s most loyal follower, and Lopaka was one of Joseph’s most trusted soldiers. Their families held high positions in Los Angeles.

“They are all formidable warriors,” Vivian said, worried.

“I told you a long time ago, Vivian, that no one is invincible,” Vilem said. “Lopaka is just like Joseph, arrogant, overbearing, and violent. He is the heir of the Miller family, used to being superior, never caring for his soldiers, even looking down on and despising those from humble backgrounds.”

“His deputy, Kasin, comes from the slums, without a powerful family backing, but he is exceptionally strong and capable, excelling in everything. Lopaka often targets him.”

“Is this Kasin one of Joseph’s people?” Vivian asked. If so, he would undoubtedly be loyal to Joseph, and might not be a good breakthrough point.

“No,” Vilem gave her an unexpected answer, “he has conflicts with Lopaka. Lopaka has always targeted him. You know, the support of the Miller family is too important for Joseph. He won’t argue with Lopaka for an unknown soldier.”