Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Dizzy, Vivian followed Emmert around until they stopped in front of an office door on the sixth-floor corridor.

Vivian didn’t even glance at the nameplate on the office door before it swung open from the inside.

“Alajos!” Vivian exclaimed, looking at the man opening the door, and hurriedly gave him a hug. “You’re okay, that’s wonderful.”

“I’m sorry,” Alajos said as he embraced her and led her into the room. “I had to do this to make sure you were safe.”

“It’s okay,” Vivian generously forgave his well-intentioned lie. “As long as you’re okay.”

Stepping out of Alajos’s embrace, Vivian finally had time to take in the spacious office. It was more like a clinic than an office, complete with doctors, nurses, a hospital bed, and examination instruments.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Vivian looked at Alajos in surprise. “They are…”

“Don’t worry, Vivian, they are all trustworthy people,” Alajos assured her, tucking Vivian’s hair behind her ear and introducing the first doctor. “This is Yoshiye James, an obstetrician and gynecologist.”

An obstetrician and gynecologist?

Vivian’s fingers twitched.

Noticing Vivian’s tension as he held her hand, Alajos quickly explained in a low voice, “Yoshiye is an old acquaintance. She helped my mother during her pregnancies with me and Simpson. She is someone we can trust.”

After hearing Alajos’s explanation, Vivian, who had been tense, relaxed a little, but she was still overly sensitive to the topic of the child, keeping her heart in suspense.

“Hello, I’m Vivian,” good manners prompted Vivian to greet her, but her fingers anxiously fidgeted with the flesh of Alajos’s palm.

“Hello, madam,” Yoshiye, a slightly plump middle-aged woman, greeted her warmly. Her sunny smile helped Vivian relax a bit. “We just need to do a small check-up. Don’t worry, it will be quick. We just need to confirm the existence of the baby and see if everything is healthy.”

Dr. Yoshiye handed her a small cup. “I need a bit of your urine as a sample.”

There was a bathroom in the room, showing thoughtful consideration.

Collecting the urine was not difficult, but waiting for the results was.

Alajos carried Vivian to the only bed in the room, sitting at the edge and pulling her into his embrace.

The results of the pregnancy test were not absolute. Although the chance of error with three pregnancy tests was very small, it couldn’t be completely ruled out. Alajos needed to be a hundred percent sure that Vivian was pregnant in order to proceed with the next plan.

Vivian moved in his arms, pulling Alajos from his thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” Vivian’s throat went dry, and she struggled to speak. “I’m a little scared.”

“Scared of what?” Alajos’s voice was unusually gentle, perhaps because he was just as unsettled as Vivian.

“Scared of being pregnant,” Vivian said, a mix of joy and confusion in her voice. “I know I’m in danger. Can I really protect the baby?”

“You still have me, Vivian.” Alajos tightened his arms around her, trying to make Vivian feel his presence. “Protecting the baby is also my responsibility, it’s our joint responsibility.”

Time passed quietly, and before they could exchange more than a few words, Dr. Yoshiye returned with the test results.

Vivian looked at her with a mix of expectation and fear. Was she really pregnant, or had the pregnancy tests been wrong?

Vivian didn’t know which answer she was hoping for more. Her heart was pounding, jumping from the left side of her chest to her throat, almost leaping out.

“Congratulations, you are pregnant,” Dr. Yoshiye announced with a smile. She observed the changing expressions on Alajos’s face and Vivian’s confusion, then considerately remained silent, giving them time to digest this surprise.

Alajos wasn’t sure what Vivian was thinking, but he knew that in his game with Bryson, he had lost the first step, closely followed by the second.

Vivian was really pregnant.

He couldn’t say he wasn’t happy; this was his first child. But the arrival of new life brought not just joy, but also a heavier burden on his shoulders.

He was the Capo of Houston, the head of the Hargrave family, burdened with the future of the Houston Mafia and the Hargrave family. Vivian, Simpson, and Luzia were his family to protect, and now, he had one more person to protect.

He was happy, so happy that his hands trembled uncontrollably, but he was also worried. Babies are fragile, the most vulnerable, and now he had an equally fragile mother to worry about.

Bryson, he truly was a masterful schemer; he had put Alajos in a difficult position.

Vivian’s happiness naturally didn’t need much explanation. She looked at Alajos with excitement, but his somber expression and silence made her fearful.

“Alajos,” Vivian trembled as she called his name, snapping him out of his contemplation. “Do you want to keep him?”

Alajos frowned, misunderstanding Vivian’s question. “You don’t want to keep him?”

“No, I…”

“I have prepared myself for the worst. I thought we had reached an agreement,” Alajos’s agitation made his emotions unstable, and he yelled, trying to drive away his wavering thoughts with the force of his anger.

Tears in her eyes, Vivian, watching his intense anger, found her heartbeat gradually calming. She could be certain that, like her, Alajos was also determined to keep the baby, even though they were unsure if it was a good or bad decision. They were both resolute about keeping their child.

Never before had Vivian felt as close to Alajos as she did in that moment.

“I want to keep him,” Vivian embraced the angrily fuming Alajos from behind, earnestly expressing her willingness. “Please let me keep him, okay?”

Vivian’s gentle reassurance worked. Alajos, his agitation dissipated, calmed down.

Seeing both of them firm in their decision, Dr. Yoshiye reappeared. This time, she held a tube of gel in her hand.

“Come on, madam, lie down on the bed. I need to do an ultrasound,” Dr. Yoshiye patted the hospital bed and reached for the equipment beside the bed. “Let’s see if the little baby in the mother’s womb is healthy.”

Vivian lay on the hospital bed, wearing a loose, comfortable white half-sleeve T-shirt. It was loose enough to allow her slightly bulging belly to be exposed easily.

Dr. Yoshiye applied the transparent gel to Vivian’s belly, the cold temperature causing Vivian’s arms to break out in goosebumps. Dr. Yoshiye picked up the instrument and gently and slowly moved the gel around.

Images quickly appeared on the computer screen connected to the ultrasound device. Vivian turned her head, listening attentively as Dr. Yoshiye pointed to a small dot, saying it was the baby’s hand, and then to another, saying it was the foot. It was then that Vivian truly realized she was about to become a mother.

Excited tears flowed from her eyes. In a choked voice, she heard Dr. Yoshiye solemnly announce that the baby was healthy. Finally, she let go of the last bit of tension she had been holding onto.