Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“Oh my God, Simpson!” Vivian also screamed, pushing Mare, “Go help him, quickly. Stop fighting, Simpson, be careful of your face.”

Mare ultimately couldn’t join the fight. His hand was just about to touch the enemy’s collar when a gunshot warning stopped him. But that didn’t stop Mare from kicking the man pressing down on Simpson, nor did it stop him from taking the opportunity to stomp on another man’s finger bones.

Alajos, who had rushed from his busy work to the party, looked at the mess in the resting area and the pale-faced Vivian, who had almost been involved in the fight. A nameless anger surged up, blazing into a fire.

“Simpson, Floren, Keaun…” Alajos called out several names in a row, unable to contain his anger, “You need to explain why this foolish behavior! Today is Aunt’s birthday party!”

The intense fighting had stirred up the participants’ passions. Everyone was heated, emotions inflamed. Some accused Simpson of being ruthless to his cousin, some said Floren had a foul mouth, while others excused themselves, saying they were just trying to break up the fight. The buzzing voices created a chaotic scene.

Alajos’s cousin, Floren, who mocked Vivian like a mistress, held his nose, which was bleeding profusely, and buzzed and wailed, “It’s Simpson, he started it!”

Alajos’s fierce gaze bore into Simpson. “Explain!”

“It’s my fault,” Vivian walked through the melee and came to Alajos’s side, with a sense of grievance and unease, “When Floren compared me to a mistress, I shouldn’t have argued back. If I hadn’t argued back, he wouldn’t have gotten angry and cursed at me, and Simpson wouldn’t have fought for me.”

That was the fact, but why did it sound like a different story coming from Vivian’s mouth?

Floren shocked everyone by cursing.

Alajos heard this clearly, his face dark as ink, his eyes sharp as if ready to cut, “Floren!”

Floren shivered, “Alajos, let me explain!”

“Vivian is my wife, and you dared to insult my wife!”

Alajos shot Floren in the thigh, and Floren cried out in pain, falling to the ground and rolling, “Ah! My leg, my leg!”

Onlookers screamed, but in the Hargrave family, no one would object to Alajos’s punishment, not even Mrs. Yazmin.

Alajos still hadn’t lowered his gun.

“Alajos!” Keaun, who was closest to Floren, looked at Alajos reproachfully, “How could you…”

“After insulting my wife, no one can walk away unharmed,” Alajos said coldly.

“Floren just…”

Alajos’s gun was still aimed at Floren, “You can choose to take him away now, or I’ll give him another shot.”

Keaun knew Alajos always followed through on his words, so he didn’t dare argue further and helped Floren out of the resting area.

Mrs. Yazmin had already sent for the family doctor, and the servants would take them to the lounge for some basic treatment.

Keaun had always been a polite young man, showing respect to Mrs. Yazmin.

“I apologize on behalf of Floren, Aunt, for causing unpleasantness at your birthday party.”

Mrs. Yazmin didn’t dwell on their mistakes. She had always been tolerant towards the younger generation, but her authority was also feared by them. She coldly replied, “It’s all right, I have accepted your apologies. Go to the lounge, the doctor is waiting for you.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Keaun escorted Floren away.

Alajos sternly reprimanded the cousins who had been involved in the brawl, especially Simpson, who had thrown the first punch, “Why did you start a fight? You should have just put a gun to his head and made him apologize to Vivian!”

The other cousins were dumbfounded.

Simpson: “Ah…”

Mrs. Yazmin slapped his arm, angrily saying, “How did you teach your brother, you jerk!”

“I did it for their own good,” Alajos argued slyly, “It’s the fastest way to end a fight.”

Mrs. Yazmin laughed angrily, pushing him to leave the chaotic resting area, “Go and comfort Vivian, she’s frightened.”

Vivian apologized to Mrs. Yazmin, “I’m sorry, Aunt.”

Mrs. Yazmin comforted her with a smile, “It’s not your fault, it’s Floren’s wrong words. Don’t worry, I will make him apologize to you.”

“Luzia and your brother have arrived. Let Alajos take you to see them,” Mrs. Yazminsaid, “Cheer up, Vivian.”

Vivian looked outside the resting area and indeed saw the figures of Luzia and Joseph among the crowd.

Joseph’s gaze still held the same venomous coldness that Vivian remembered, making her shiver involuntarily.

“It’s quite a spectacle, isn’t it, Luzia?” He seemed pleased.

Luzia couldn’t share his joy. She was both worried about Vivian’s situation and excited to see her again. In the end, she couldn’t control herself and tears fell.

“Luzia,” Vivian worriedly stepped forward and embraced Luzia.

Luzia wiped her tears in Vivian’s embrace, “I’m fine, I’m just so happy. I’m so happy to see you again. I’m really, really happy.”

It was indeed a joy to meet again, but Vivian knew too well about Luzia’s situation. She knew that the tears at this moment were not just of joy, but also of grievances and a brief moment of relief.

It’s all because of Joseph, that devil!

“What’s with that look, Vivian?” Joseph expressed his dissatisfaction with Vivian’s unadulterated resentment, his face cold, “You’ve moved away from Los Angeles, away from father’s teachings. Has Houston’s indulgence made you forget who you are? Do you think that now you have someone to rely on, you don’t have to be bound by Los Angeles anymore?”

Gritting her teeth, Vivian said, “I thought father sent me to Houston, gifted me to Alajos, and I became Alajos’s property.”

“Houston and Los Angeles are two separate cities. Los Angeles should not have authority over the woman of the Houston Capo.”

In the past, Joseph couldn’t have imagined these words coming from Vivian’s mouth.

Alajos was a weak-hearted man. He harbored feelings that a Capo shouldn’t have-so-called affection, friendship, and even love. He used these venomous substances to taint Vivian, turning her into a sharp-tongued woman who dared to contradict and rebuke him in front of many guests.

“Perhaps Alajos should reflect on whether he can be a qualified Capo,” Joseph said fiercely, clenching his fists, “A qualified Capo should learn to tame his woman, make her obedient, rather than letting her come out and defy guests and her own brother.”

“Compared to you, the heir, I think I, as the Houston Capo, have a better understanding of how to be a Capo.” After handling the matters in the resting area for Mrs. Yazmin, Alajos finally arrived.

He reached out and took Vivian’s shoulder, handing a clean tissue to Luzia.

Luzia quietly thanked him.

“I think Vivian is fine this way,” Alajos said to Joseph, “Her confident and vibrant demeanor has charmed many people, my aunt especially likes her.”

“As for Luzia, in just over a month in Los Angeles, she has lost weight and looks haggard. It seems that Los Angeles doesn’t know how to take care of the heir’s wife.”