Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

The red sports car was pushed by a van, forcibly crashing into another lane. The unlucky sedan had its rear end dented by the sports car. In a state of panic, the driver mistakenly pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, and the car collided with the guardrail all the way.

The intense sound of the continuous crashes reached the other end of the phone without missing a beat. Everyone in Vivian’s hospital room trembled with fear. Luzia held Mare’s hand, anxiously shouting into the phone, “What happened? Are you okay? Festus? Festus!”

Festus couldn’t answer Luzia. He had just climbed out of the overturned sports car when someone pointed a gun at his head.

A man with a stubble on his chin shouted something in Russian to him. Under the tremendous impact, Festus banged his head on the steering wheel, and his head was buzzing. The words reached his ears like they were separated by several layers of glass, and he couldn’t make out anything clearly.

“What the f***, shoot!”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, and his finger instinctively pulled the trigger. But in the next second, Festus suddenly erupted. His hands coiled around the man’s wrist like snakes, and he forcefully twisted the elbow joint, causing the gun to miss its target.

“Bang!”

“Bang! Bang!”

Several gunshots in succession were the result of the struggle between Festus and the man. However, the Russian man was tall and strong, and hand-to-hand combat was not Festus’ strong suit. With a simple shoulder throw, the man flipped him onto the ground.

His fragile back slammed hard against the concrete, delivering another heavy blow to Festus’ already injured internal organs. He vomited a mouthful of hot blood and, when the man’s iron fist came down again, Festus used all his strength to fiercely twist his slender waist, locking his legs around the man’s neck. Both of them lost their balance and crashed heavily into the nearly scrapped red sports car.

“Boom!”

The car emitted its final lament as Festus swallowed the blood in his mouth and grabbed the man’s hair, forcefully smashing his head towards the car window.

The shattering of the window glass and the man’s cries of pain sounded at the same time. He grabbed Festus’ arm in reverse and exerted all his strength to twist it, while delivering a powerful kick to the sports car, creating a resounding “clang”.

The onlookers on the road, who had been curious due to the car accident, watched this life-and-death struggle unfold right before their eyes. Both sides were giving their all, trying to strangle each other, refusing to give up.

The more cautious onlookers quickly retreated and called the police while keeping their distance. The sound of sirens approached from a distance. The man clenched his teeth and used his strength to flip Festus over, then ran off amid the piercing and ear-piercing sirens.

Festus had already lost track of Shelley. He couldn’t let the man escape. He cursed, stood up, and was about to chase after him when he felt a sharp pain under his ribs. His footsteps staggered for a moment.

He had to keep this person here!

A burning and intense desire to kill flashed through Festus’ mind.

The man ran to the front of the van and climbed into the driver’s seat. Just as he was about to reach for the door, Festus rushed up to him like a gust of wind. He firmly grasped the door with both hands, propelled himself into the air, and kicked the man directly in the chest, sending him tumbling into the car.

His hand found the dagger inside the vehicle. As Festus lunged forward to deliver another blow, he pulled out the dagger and thrust it towards him.

Festus had nowhere to hide. He could only face the dagger head-on, and it deeply cut through his palm, causing blood to gush out instantly. Enduring the excruciating pain, Festus used his uninjured hand to grip the man’s neck and asked in English, “Why did you capture Shelley? What do you intend to do with her?”

The man grinned ferociously, his teeth stained red with blood. Constrained by Festus, his neck emitted a horrifying “giggling” sound as he replied in English with a Russian accent, “Go to hell, you’ll find out soon enough!”

“It’s Richard, isn’t it?” Festus tightened his grip even more, and the man’s face started turning purple due to lack of oxygen.

The man held onto the dagger tightly, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Festus. From his choking throat, he mockingly squeezed out a fragmented sentence, “You’ll soon meet your sweetheart!”

Indeed! If it really was Richard, he wouldn’t spare any affection for innocent Shelley, as he was now part of the Bratva. Festus’s mind buzzed with this thought, and seizing the opportunity, the man kicked Festus forcefully in the chest.

Festus was sent flying instantly. The man took control of the steering wheel, jumped into the van, and stepped on the accelerator.

The vehicle rushed out, crashing into the rear of a car forced to stop by the roadside, and fled into the distance.

Festus struggled to get up, leaving a bloody handprint on the ground. Enduring the pain, he staggered forward a few steps, his knees weakened, almost falling down again.

“Festus!” Mare rushed over from the hospital and caught Festus as he was about to collapse to the ground.

Festus gripped Mare’s hand, a trace of blood foam appearing at the corner of his mouth. “It’s Richard, he took Shelley.”

Mare’s face turned cold, showing no surprise. “Just now, Charles received a call from the kidnappers. Richard demanded that Charles meet him in person.”

“Shelley isn’t his target, Charles is.”

Festus shook his head with effort, his breath filled with a strong scent of blood. “Charles killed John, an eye for an eye. Richard will kill Shelley.”

Festus began to feel resentful. If he had arrived at the hospital entrance a little earlier, or if he had let Shelley come with him to find the car, would this have happened?Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Charles wouldn’t comply with Richard’s demands and go meet him alone- that would be wise. Trusting the kidnapper and following their advice is the most foolish thing in the world.

But Charles could also abandon Shelley at any time for the sake of Washington’s interests. After all, she was just his daughter.

“No, no!” Festus’s hand trembled.