Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

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Awoken by the sound of turbulent waves, Vivian “wow” vomited all over the floor without warning, splattering Tabdon’s pants with filth. Irritated, he jumped two times, viciously slapping Vivian across the face.

The slap sent Vivian’s face tilting to one side, a fiery pain rushing into her brain, making her tears well up. She knew her face must be swollen.

With tear-filled eyes and a fierce expression, Vivian glared at Tabdon.

Tabdon sneered at Vivian’s feeble resistance.

Now he needed to go to the deck to get some fresh air; the foul stench of vomit in the cabin was unbearable.

Chaquille replaced Tabdon on the deck, always wearing a smile familiar to Vivian, reminding her of Bryson’s hypocritical demeanor.

“I advise you not to anger him,” Chaquille pointed towards Tabdon’s retreating figure, “no matter how good the disguise, a thug remains a thug. Someone like you, a lamb, he can easily snap your neck barehanded.”

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Vivian’s body swayed with the rocking ship, her head throbbing, face in pain, stomach churning violently. She suspected that if she opened her mouth now, she would definitely vomit again.

To avoid another slap, Vivian chose to stay silent. She needed to conserve her strength and focus to come up with a plan and protect her unborn child.

Seeing Vivian close her eyes and adopt a passive attitude, Chaquille was not angry; he was always very tolerant of the younger ones.

The consistent and rhythmic swaying easily exhausted the mind. As Vivian drifted off to sleep, her consciousness gradually began to blur. She didn’t know how long she had been dozing when the rocking of the cruise ship intensified. Vivian heard the urgent roar of the engines, as if there was a monstrous beast with its jaws wide open chasing them, suddenly picking up speed.

This thought sent Vivian’s heart racing. Was it Mare chasing them?

No one could provide answers for Vivian; the cramped cabin felt like a crew lounge, with no one but Vivian inside. Chaquille and Tabdon were too preoccupied to notice her.

Bound tightly with ropes, unable to move, Vivian lay on her side to protect her belly. But the prolonged immobility had left half of her body numb, feeling as if millions of ants were crawling inside her.

What to do? Unable to get up, unable to escape.

Feeling hopeless, Vivian gradually stopped struggling. Why waste energy fighting for something futile?

Vivian did not know. She was never a clever girl, unable to find the answers.

Perhaps influenced by her mother’s low spirits, the unborn child in her womb began to move restlessly.

“Hiss…” feeling the baby’s reaction, Vivian gained a bit of spirit, leaning her head against the hard bed with a pale smile, “You’re quite lively, little one.”

Her child’s strong will to live moved her as a mother to muster up her strength.

Glancing toward the high-legged table not far from the bed, Vivian saw a large white ceramic cup left by a crew member on the ship.

It was the only weapon Vivian could find at the moment if she could shatter the cup, the sharp ceramic shards could help her cut the ropes.

Wriggling on the bed like a large insect, the flimsy bed made squeaky sounds under Vivian’s movements. Fortunately, the creaking was masked by the engine and waves, not alerting the captors.

Struggling to reach the table, Vivian’s feet bent, stretched, bent, and reached out, using the friction and wriggling to push her head out.

Just as she was about to touch the table, the ship suddenly jerked, sending everyone and everything on board rolling forward with the ship towards a loud crash.

Tabdon slammed his palm against the wall to steady himself, a gun in his hand pressed firmly against the captain’s head.

“Damn it! Go faster!” Tabdon jabbed the captain’s head.

The captain, his voice trembling with fear, said, “We’re going as fast as we can, this is just a regular fishing boat.” The crude boat, in a bid for lightness, had a simple motor that couldn’t go faster. The current speed was the limit.

But Tabdon didn’t believe him. He suspected the captain was stalling, allowing their pursuers to catch up!

“Tabdon!” Chaquille stopped Tabdon’s rough actions, “Now is not the time to kill him. We need to know the real purpose and bring Vivian up.”

“They must be Hawaiian police!” Tabdon roared in anger.

Chaquille shook his head, remaining calm and collected, “Police couldn’t have found us this fast.” Even if it were the police, they wouldn’t want to get involved in the underworld’s fights and would likely only delay the chase.

Listening to Chaquille’s instructions, Tabdon released the pitiful captain, striding out of the cabin in a hurry.

The pursuing boat seemed to be a professional speedboat, much stronger and more secure than the small cruise boat.

Unaware of the danger outside at this moment, just after the ship shook, the cup on the edge fell to the floor, ceramic shards scattering.

Clutching the largest piece of ceramic in her mouth, Vivian, hands bloody from cutting the ropes, was startled when Tabdon somersaulted into the cabin to escape the gunfire from outside.

Startled, Vivian instinctively hid the broken glass in her hand.