Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Vivian paused and said, “Why couldn’t she have breakfast downstairs?”

Because she knew she hadn’t gotten up yet.

Was it the poor soundproofing in the villa that allowed him to easily pick up on all the noises from the adjacent room, or had he always been keeping an eye on Luzia’s movements?

Vivian knew the answer.

Vivian’s headache worsened.

She couldn’t imagine how, when the three of them lived in Alajos’s apartment before, Mare and Luzia managed to avoid communicating with her and not let her catch a clue.

She almost wanted to travel back and mock the former foolish Vivian.

She was going crazy!

Mare responded to Vivian’s question with silence, and Vivian didn’t expect much from his response either.

The chef prepared oatmeal, sandwiches, bacon, and sausages for breakfast, and Mrs. Yazmin also made Luzia’s favorite egg pancakes.

The dining table was set up behind the glass door in the kitchen, with Mrs. Yazmin sitting in a chair next to the small round table, having finished her breakfast and now sipping on coffee.

“Good morning, Vivian,” Mrs. Yazmin greeted her, “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Good morning, Mrs. Yazmin,” Vivian sat across from Mrs. Yazmin with her breakfast, “The bed and pillows in the guest room are very comfortable, and I really like the perfume on the bedside table.”

“It’s great that you like it,” Mrs. Yazmin winked at Vivian, “I specifically asked Alajos about your favorite perfume brand, and he was very accurate.”

Mrs. Yazmin was pleased to see that Alajos understood Vivian so well, indicating that they got along well in their daily lives, and Alajos was earnestly learning how to be a qualified husband.

Of course, Mrs. Yazmin was also concerned about Simpson.

Mrs. Yazmin held her face in worry and complained to Vivian about Simpson’s non-cooperation, “Giulia is such a lovely girl, and he doesn’t even want to meet her. He even dared to fight with Floren yesterday. Now Giulia will think that Simpson is a rude gentleman.”

Thinking about why Simpson had fought with Floren yesterday, Vivian felt somewhat guilty, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Yazmin.”

“Oh, no, Vivian,” Mrs. Yazmin comforted her, “I’m not blaming you. In fact, it’s Floren’s fault. Simpson did nothing wrong in fighting Floren; it was just a coincidence.”

Mrs. Yazmin defended her, saying, “You are Alajos’s wife, our Capo’s lady. No one can underestimate or insult you. This is an offense to the entire Houston. Floren must be punished.”

“Today, Floren’s mother, Mrs. Ferla, will come to apologize to you.”

“Floren has already been punished.”

“Yes, Alajos gave him a shot. But Mrs. Ferla must come personally to apologize to you. Only by obtaining your forgiveness can Alajos get along with Floren peacefully. Otherwise, Floren will be exiled.”

Mrs. Yazmin brought up this matter on purpose, and Vivian didn’t know if Mrs. Yazmin hoped she would forgive Floren’s rudeness.

“What do you want me to do?” Vivian asked Mrs. Yazmin.

Mrs. Yazmin looked at Vivian in surprise, “My dear, why would you think that? Did I give you the wrong impression?”

Mrs. Yazmin smiled gently and said, “Don’t take my words too seriously, Vivian. I just want to remind you that you need to free up your afternoon for tea to entertain Mrs. Ferla. I informed Mrs. Ferla in advance that she would apologize to you, so you need to think in advance whether to accept or reject her apology. I absolutely did not mean to influence your decision.”

Realizing that she had misunderstood Mrs. Yazmin’s intentions, Vivian blushed and replied softly, “I understand, thank you.”

Mrs. Yazmin smiled, and they did not continue discussing the topic, instead chatting about today’s schedule, first going to pick apples and then coming back to make apple pie. Vivian thought the latter was more worth looking forward to.

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Luzia didn’t keep them waiting for too long. She had tidied up her emotions very well, at least Vivian didn’t see her swollen eyes from crying.

But when facing both Vivian and Mare at the same time, Luzia couldn’t help feeling a bit awkward, especially when facing Vivian, she always had a sense of guilt for betraying Vivian.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Luckily, this feeling was short-lived and was not noticed by Mrs. Yazmin.

The egg pancakes made by Mrs. Yazmin herself were delicious, and Luzia ate them satisfactorily.

After breakfast, it was already nine-thirty in the morning, and Luzia took the basket prepared by the villa’s servant and led the way.

“The cherry orchard is next to the apple orchard,” Luzia was still thinking about her cherries, “Have the cherries borne fruit this year?”

“Yes, they have borne a lot of fruit.” This year, the cherry yield was very high, and Mrs. Yazmin was very satisfied with her achievement, “Later, you can take Vivian to pick cherries and eat them.”

Luzia expressed her delight and took Vivian to the front.

When they were out of earshot of Mrs. Yazmin, Luzia whispered to Vivian, “I heard that Simpson is going on a blind date with Giulia.”

Vivian had always wanted to ask, “Who is Giulia?”

“Giulia Guardi,” Luzia said, “Guardi is a famous noble family in Venice, and Giulia is the youngest daughter of the current head of the Guardi family.”

“Alajos and Simpson’s mother, as well as their aunt, their mother is the daughter of Romano, the head of the Rome Mafia, who, when Romano had no sons, was inherited by her son-in-law, Mr. Lopez, their father.”

“Mr. Lopez also had no sons, but he had two outstanding grandsons, so he always hoped that Simpson would go to Rome and become his heir.”

“But Simpson didn’t go,” Vivian said.

“Yes, Simpson chose to stay in Houston to help Alajos,” Luzia said, “But we all know that Romano has no sons, and Simpson is destined to be his heir; it’s just a matter of time.”

“Aunt wants Simpson to marry Giulia for this reason as well; Giulia’s family will be a support for Simpson, helping him to gain Rome.”

“Is Simpson willing?” In Vivian’s impression, Simpson was a libertine and a romantic, free-spirited and unrestrained like the wind.

“He probably is not willing,” Luzia shrugged, “But who cares.”

This statement was cruel, but it was the truth.

Because of this statement, Vivian and Luzia fell silent at the same time. Perhaps they both thought about their own helpless fate at the same time, realizing that they actually had no right to sympathize with others.

The apple orchard was large, with abundant fruits, and Vivian was immediately dazzled.

Luzia was clearly much more skilled than Vivian in apple picking, always finding the biggest and reddest ones. Moreover, Luzia was good at climbing ladders; she could climb high and pick any apple she fancied.

“Will Simpson marry Giulia?” Vivian looked up at Luzia, who was up in the tree picking apples.

Luzia was very daring; she dared to step on the thin branches without much support to pick the red apple at the edge. The soft branches couldn’t support the weight of an adult, and they shook violently. Vivian watched nervously and quickly asked Mare to stand under the tree, ready to catch Luzia at any moment if she fell.

“There’s no better choice than Giulia,” Luzia picked the apple and proudly threw it to Mare below.

With one hand grabbing the branch and the other reaching out to grab the sturdy trunk, Luzia struggled to maintain her balance on the swaying branch, even in such a precarious situation, she didn’t forget to talk to Vivian, “Unless Romano gives up on Simpson, Simpson is destined to become the Capo of Rome, and Giulia will also become his wife.”