Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“No.” Alajos refused her, “To avoid plunging us all into misfortune, I need this marriage alliance.”

“Listen, Luzia, the wedding tomorrow will definitely not be canceled. What you should do now is to take Vivian shopping, to get a beauty treatment, to relax. Go on, I have things to handle, goodbye.”

Alajos closed the room door, and Luzia had no choice but to drag her heavy steps to find Vivian.

Simpson came up the stairs, watching Luzia knock on Vivian’s room door, then he turned and walked towards his brother’s room.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Simpson knocked on the door, and Alajos quickly responded. He opened the door and entered; Alajos was changing his clothes.

“You’ve come at the right time.” Alajos, while fastening the buttons of his shirt, said to his brother, “Are the people ready for the mission?”

“No, you don’t have a mission today.” Simpson looked at Alajos’s displeased face, certain that Luzia had said something to upset him, “The wedding is tomorrow; you need to rest.”

“I don’t need it.” Alajos changed his trousers, “I need a mission; I feel like killing someone right now.”

“That’s not the right state of mind.” Simpson frowned, “Alajos…”

“Enough!” Alajos roared with a headache, “Tell me the mission.”

“There really isn’t one that requires your personal involvement.” Alajos’s anger did not make Simpson feel intimidated; he shrugged and said, “Vilem has already gone to handle it, and it should be resolved soon.”

Speaking of Vilem, Simpson was surprised by his capability, “His business acumen is unexpectedly strong.”

Alajos glanced at him, “Do not underestimate the Made Men sent from Los Angeles; he is one of Bryson’s heirs.”

“In fact, Luzia marrying him wouldn’t be a bad choice; he doesn’t have a wife yet.” Simpson said, “Maybe this way we could keep him in Houston.”

Alajos shook his head, “He won’t stay in Houston, Bryson would not agree.”

“That’s really a pity.” Simpson walked over and patted his sturdy shoulder, “Stop thinking about the mission; you don’t need it now. Maybe you can’t feel it but we could go to a bar, drink, or to a club to play some games, have a small bachelor party of sorts; you should relax.”

Simpson snapped his fingers, “Yes, just like that, come on, Alajos.”

Vivian and Luzia had already gone out; they would play until evening before returning. Alajos picked up his coat, and left a note for Vivian in the kitchen. They would not see each other in the 24 hours before the wedding, as was tradition. They always adhered to this tradition.

Leaving the note, Alajos went out with Simpson, Simpson’s driver drove them to the club he had mentioned.

This club was actually operated by the Hargrave family, always managed by Simpson, who had turned it into a lavish den of iniquity-gambling, erotica, alcohol… everything that could addict a person was available here.

Simpson took him upstairs to the bar, where they sat down in a booth facing the dance floor, and the waiter quickly brought over several bottles of strong liquor.

Simpson clinked glasses with him, and as the alcohol hit, he loosened the tie around his neck, went down to the dance floor, and started dancing hotly with a sexy lady.

Alajos poured another glass of liquor down his throat, watching the men and women in the dance floor, lost in erotic and frenzied dance, unable to muster any interest, but for the moment he couldn’t think of anywhere else to go-other than the office.

Alajos took a sip of liquor, and a red-haired, green-eyed woman approached him. She wore a sexy tank top and a micro-mini skirt barely covering her buttocks, her ample bosom showing off white flesh. As she leaned over to pour the drink, Alajos could see the enticing inner view of her top.

The woman had a great interest in Alajos. Holding a glass in one hand, she touched Alajos’s sharply featured face with the other, her hand erotically sliding over his Adam’s apple, then unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and touched his hard chest.

She sat directly on Alajos’s lap, grinding her perky buttocks against Alajos’s size through the thin fabric. She keenly felt the hardness beneath her bottom and smiled triumphantly and seductively, bringing the glass to the man’s lips.

“Sir…”

Just as the woman was about to deploy her seduction, Alajos’s phone suddenly rang, causing the woman to pause, and as she triedto continue, she was pushed away by Alajos.

The call was from one of his subordinates, reporting that Vilem’s mission had encountered an unexpected problem. The Bratva had brought more people than they had known, and the small team led by Vilem had fallen into an ambush, with Vilem sustaining serious gunshot wounds.

This was a grave mistake!

Alajos felt a fire burning in his chest. He was furious. He quickly went onto the dance floor to find Simpson and pulled him out. Together they rushed to the hospital where Vilem was being treated.

Vilem had taken two bullets, one in the abdomen, causing a significant amount of bleeding, and another in the leg, which, fortunately, hadn’t hit any nerves and wouldn’t cost him his right leg. By the time the Hargrave brothers arrived at the hospital, the doctors had already successfully completed the surgery.

No one dared stop Alajos from visiting the patient, even though Vilem had just woken up from anesthesia.

“I’m sorry, I messed things up.”

Alajos stood beside the bed with his arms crossed, his expressionless gaze fixed on a disheveled Vilem, “You look terrible, Vilem.”

Pain twisted Vilem’s features, beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and he breathed through an open mouth, trying to lessen the pain.

“Where’s Vivian?”

“With my cousin Luzia, out shopping and beautifying.” Alajos said, “Don’t worry, I haven’t told her about your injury and hospitalization.”

“Why not tell her?” Vilem looked shocked; his injury was severe, he had nearly died, and he thought Alajos would tell Vivian, which could delay the wedding scheduled for tomorrow…

“I know what you’re thinking.” Alajos saw right through him and said coldly, “If you weren’t Vivian’s brother, I would kill you right now because you tried to take away my bride.”

“She doesn’t want to marry you!” Vilem growled in a low voice.

“Enough, if you dare say another word, I will kill you right now.” Alajos took out a gun and pressed it against Vilem’s head.

Vilem’s breathing halted, and he looked at the gun in Alajos’s hand with a trembling lip. He was scared.

Alajos snorted coldly; the naivety of these siblings really couldn’t make him happy.

“Tomorrow is our wedding, Vivian needs enough peace and rest, I don’t want her to ruin the wedding with swollen eyes from crying.” Seeing Vilem becoming compliant, Alajos put away his gun, “Get some sleep, I’m sure you don’t want to miss your sister’s wedding tomorrow. She’s the one you cherish the most.”

Alajos left Simpson to comfort him and went out to find Vilem’s doctor to ensure he could attend the wedding the next day. After that, he set out to deal with the aftermath of Vilem’s failure.

On the day before the wedding, he shot fourteen Russians, including the sniper who had wounded Vilem.

The gun barrel emitted searing heat as Alajos stood by the surging river, watching his subordinates throw the bodies into the water, and the wind by the river dispersed the stench of blood from his body.

By the time he returned to the hospital, Vilem had been given painkillers and was now in a deep sleep. Good, he certainly needed enough rest to recover. Unexpectedly, outside the ward, Vilem’s parents and his brother Joseph had already arrived.