Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA’S P. O. VCcontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I compared the two pictures in shock, feeling dizzy. Suddenly, Dominic grabbed my arms and pulled me up from the ground. He dragged me towards the metal chair where Gardy had been sitting earlier.

“Let me go!” I shrieked, trying to free myself from his tight grip.

Ignoring me, he forcefully pushed me onto the chair and began chaining me up without saying a word. I struggled to break free, but my efforts were in vain.

He stood up and took a few steps away from me, staring at me in silence as I continued to struggle. “Unchain me now!” I screamed, still fighting against the chains. But the more I struggled, the more the chains dug into my skin, causing me pain.

The pain spread throughout my body as I bit my lip to muffle the groans in my throat.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silently watching me struggle. “I won’t let you make a foolish decision,” he calmly muttered, his gaze fixed on me.

I met his gaze and growled, “I will make them pay!” My heart filled with fury.

He burst into laughter. “Don’t be foolish like your father, who thought he could fight the Jins. They are dangerous,” he said seriously. “I won’t stand by and watch you make the same mistake your father did. He wouldn’t want you to join him in hell so soon.” He smirked and took a sip from his glass.

I continued to struggle with the chains, ignoring the pain they caused. “If they are dangerous, then I am deadly!” I spat.

“I won’t let you leave my side again. To them, you are dead and forgotten, and it should stay that way. I won’t let you start something you can’t finish. Never!” He screamed, his voice final, before walking away.

“Why did you kill her?” I yelled after him, and he stopped. He looked at Gardy’s lifeless body and then back at me. He sighed. “We had unfinished business. So I ended it today,” he replied nonchalantly, showing no remorse for his actions.

“I will make all of you pay for causing me so much pain. I will stop at nothing to make you all suffer. I will curse your day and become your worst nightmare,” I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

My heart shattered as reality sank in. Who would have thought I would fall in love with my enemy? A man whose cold-hearted father took my beloved family away from me. A man whose father made me curse every single day of my existence. They would all pay. Everyone involved would pay, even their children would taste my revenge.

“If it means locking you up in this basement for the next thirteen years just to keep you alive, I will do it over and over again!” He fired back, ignoring my pleas to be released. He walked out of the basement.

Defeated, I burst into tears as my shoulders slumped. My blurred gaze, filled with tears, shifted towards Gardy’s lifeless body. Idris’s image clouded my mind once again. I was scared of how to break the news to him. How could I tell him about this heartbreaking tragedy?

Suddenly, the basement door burst open and Michael ran inside. He froze in his tracks the moment he saw Gardy’s lifeless body.

“What the heck happened here?” he asked, his jaw-dropping, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

“Dominic killed her,” I revealed, choking on my tears.

“Fuck!” he cursed, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He paced around the room. “I guess you didn’t find the paper I dropped at her home,” he muttered, stopping in front of me.

My eyebrows furrowed, my jaw dropping. So he was the one who dropped the paper with Dominic’s address. But Gardy’s neighbor said she only saw Dominic. How was this possible? My mind went back to the time I saw him at the club with Dominic. Anger swelled within me. It was all his fault.

“So you were the one who told Dominic about Gardy. Now she’s dead. I hope you’re happy now, you lousy moron!” I sneered, my eyes bloodshot, struggling with the chains. I wished I could free myself and attack him.

“I’m sorry! I came to save her but…” He cried, falling to his knees and breaking down in tears.

I let out a dry laugh, tears still rolling down my cheeks as I shook my head. “Sorry? You’re sorry? Will your sorry bring her back? Answer me. Will your sorry bring her back to life?” I vented.

“I was just being loyal to him,” he muttered through tears.

“Then you deserve an award! Your loyalty just took away a four-year-old boy’s mother. Thanks to you, I regret saving you from Gardy’s wrath. You should’ve taken your lousy mouth to your grave.” I spat in disgust. “Go away, your tears and sorry mean nothing now,” I yelled in anguish, his presence only angering me more.

He didn’t say a word as I watched him sob for thirty minutes, muttering words of blame to himself. I didn’t care about him and angrily looked away.

Suddenly, he stood up and stormed towards me. I raised my gaze and saw him standing in front of me, staring back at me. He moved behind me and took a key out of his pocket, unlocking the chains that bound my hands together.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shrieked, my jaw-dropping, but he ignored me and continued unlocking the rest of the chains.

Finally, I was free. I quickly stood up from the chair and rushed towards Gardy’s lifeless body, holding her hand.

“Run away. Go somewhere Dominic will never find you,” he said hurriedly, glancing around nervously.

“Why did you do it?” I couldn’t help but ask, still confused about his sudden change of heart.

He sighed. “As a repayment for saving my life. Even though my existence took away one of your loved ones, I’m truly sorry. I hope that one day you can forgive me. I know a secret passage, I can sneak you both out,” he spoke sincerely.

“I want to bury her,” I sniffled, stroking her cold hand.

“Where do you want to bury her?” he asked, stepping closer to me.

“I want to fulfill her second-to-last wish. I want to bury her at her home.”

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DEREK’S P. O. V

I felt the sun’s rays shining on my face and I rubbed my eyes. I sat up in bed, feeling a bit relieved and lighter without a headache.

I looked around the room and saw that it was clean and neatly arranged, unlike the night before. I assumed Diane must have cleaned the room before I woke up.

I tried to get out of bed but stopped when Doven walked in, holding a tray of breakfast.

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes and yawning.

“10:26 A. M.,” he replied, placing the tray on the mini table next to my bed. I guessed i slept quite too long. “Take your bath, have your breakfast, and then you can take your medication,” he added.

“Medication? Why?” I frowned, thinking about the awful smell of drugs. I hated taking them.

He chuckled softly. “I know your gunshot wounds are fully healed, but you need to finish your medication. It’s not advisable to leave it unfinished,” he reminded me, walking towards the window to close it. He suddenly stopped and smiled, turning to look at me.

“What’s the matter?” I asked curiously.

“Joanna is back,” he muttered, his smile widening.