Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Camar was heading up the stairs, greeting the doctor as he passed by.

When Vivian spotted him, her smile faded slightly, and she turned to close the door. Camar quickly took a few steps and squeezed half his body into the doorway.

“I didn’t offend you, so why are you avoiding me?” Camar’s strength was immense, and despite Vivian’s attempts, she couldn’t close the door. Eventually giving up, she held onto the door, not letting Camar enter. “I’m tired and need to rest.”

“Why aren’t you tired when the doctor comes, but suddenly exhausted when I show up?” Camar’s face displayed a hint of grievance.

Vivian didn’t sympathize with him. “It’s because the doctor came to change my medication, that’s why I’m tired.”

Vivian prepared to close the door again.

With injuries on her hand, Camar couldn’t force his way in. So, he leaned against the doorframe, tempting her, “Want to take a walk with me on the beach?”

Vivian was tempted, but unsure of Camar’s intentions. “Charlie…”

“The doctor is here attending to Charlie’s routine check-up, he won’t keep an eye on you.” Camar added, “Besides, no one else dares to take you out, and I might not be able to come next time.”

Realizing the rare opportunity, Vivian gritted her teeth and went with Camar.

Leaving the villa was not a challenge, but slipping away under Charlie’s watchful eyes and reaching the yacht dock was another matter.

“Do you want to go to the small dock?” The wind was strong that day, making it hard for Camar’s words to be heard clearly. He may not have understood what Vivian was saying.

Vivian nodded, “Did you sail here? I haven’t been on a yacht before.”

“Can’t be. You’re a Jones, and the Jones family never lacks yachts.” Camar chuckled.

Vivian frowned in disappointment. “My father said, a lady shouldn’t play with those things.”

Camar’s heart softened. “Let me take you there. Just don’t tell Charlie.”

Vivian chuckled, “You sneak me out, yet you’re not afraid of Charlie finding out?”

“It’s different.” Camar whispered.

…

Alajos successfully met up with Mare 8 miles off the coast of Oahu.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Chaquille’s ship was probably sunk about 1 mile from here, and Tabdon’s body drifted into the open sea. It’s said that Chaquille left twenty elites waiting there for backup.” Mare’s brows furrowed. “But currently, we have no clue about their whereabouts.”

“Any news from Camar?” Alajos informed Mare as soon as he found out that Camar took Vivian with him, asking him to organize a search for Camar’s whereabouts on nearby islands.

After examining the wounds on Tabdon’s body, Alajos noted that the gunshot wound to the forehead was fatal, but the injury to his injured eye was caused by a sharp weapon. If Camar had such accurate marksmanship, who injured his eye? Was it Vivian? Back then, Vivian was pregnant, unarmed, with no weapon or combat training, how did she injure Tabdon?

Alajos dared not continue down that train of thought, but he knew the situation must have been dire, and Vivian must have been in danger. He couldn’t even hope for the child’s safety; as long as Vivian was alive, that was enough.

“We only found one outbound record.” Despite Festus mentioning Camar’s expertise as a skilled hacker who was proficient in hiding his tracks, the days of effort only yielded one utterly useless piece of information. Mare felt guilty for Vivian’s mishap, as she was under his protection.

Mare did not dare think of the consequences if something happened to her…

“There will be a way.” Alajos handed the black phone Shelley gave him to Mare. “This is Festus’s phone, with a new tracking program installed.”

“Mare, you have to believe in Festus; our hacker is the best in the world.”

…

The seaside waves were strong, and Vivian bundled up in her coat, following behind Camar tentatively.

“Why did you take this roundabout path?” There was a shorter route to the beach.

“Because there are guards at the entrance.” The wind billowed Camar’s coat, and he zipped it up. “You wouldn’t want to be halfway there and get taken back to the villa by Charlie’s guards.”

Certainly not. Vivian didn’t know if Charlie’s insistence on keeping her on the island was really out of concern for her health or a disguised form of captivity. At this moment, all she wanted was to leave this place, return to Houston, to be with Alajos, to find her daughter.

Thinking of her daughter led Vivian to think of Noah, as Charlie claimed he was her brother.

“Charlie said he’s my brother.”

The wind tousled Vivian’s long hair, and she couldn’t bear it. She pulled out a hair tie and secured her hair.

“Do you know Noah?” Vivian asked Camar as they walked. “Is he your boss?”

“Yes.” Noah’s identity wasn’t a secret, so Camar saw no need to hide it. “Has Charlie mentioned him to you?”

“Charlie said he’s my brother.” Vivian found it amusing. “I don’t remember having a brother besides Joseph and Vilem, my mother only had two sons.”

“You can ask Noah about it when he returns.” Camar sighed, getting sand in his shoes and stopping to shake them out.

Under the golden sunlight, the beach felt warm, with the sea breeze carrying a hint of warmth.

Vivian took a few steps forward, spotting a small fishing boat docked at the pier, along with two yachts. The guards overseeing the dock and the doctor’s driver were conversing under a parasol.

She asked Camar, “Where’s your driver?”

“What driver?” Camar cleared his shoes of sand, slipping them back on.

“The yacht driver.” Vivian gestured ahead.

Camar looked towards where Vivian pointed, squinting in the sunlight. “The yacht driver? That’s me.”

Vivian was puzzled. “You?”

“Yep.” Camar smirked, boasting, “Is yacht driving that difficult?”

Vivian, who had never been on a yacht, wanted to curse.

“You’re quite impressive.” Vivian rolled her eyes.

Camar was pleased with Vivian’s expression. He laughed heartily, patting her head gently. “No eye-rolling, that’s not something a lady should do.”

Vivian remembered Vilem saying the same thing to her.

Perhaps it was the glaring sunlight, or maybe it was the overwhelming yearning, Vivian’s vision suddenly blurred.

She felt trapped alone on the deserted island, cut off from the outside world without signal, uncertain of where Alajos was, whether Kasin had found Vilem, or if they had all escaped danger.

Was Vilem okay? Were they looking for me?

Charlie didn’t give her any answers, and obviously, Camar wasn’t the one to provide them.

“What’s wrong?” Sensing Vivian’s troubled emotions, Camar worried she was unwell. “Do you need to go back?”

“No.” Vivian wiped her eyes on her sleeve, her blue eyes regaining their bright color. “I still want to go to the dock to see the yachts.”

The guards at the dock spotted them from afar, keeping a close eye on them until Camar led Vivian closer.