Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Shelley struggled to shrink herself as much as possible, trying to minimize the space she occupied, in an attempt to avoid the increasingly fierce flames from licking her smooth skin.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

But the fire grew larger and the safe circle grew smaller. There was no one to rescue her and she couldn’t wait for help. She would die here.

But she refused to accept this fate!

Perhaps God heard her strong desire to live. The continuous explosions suddenly ceased, and Richard’s manic laughter got stuck in his throat.

What’s happening? Why did the explosions stop? Why?

Richard pressed the remote control again, but there was no response! Still no response!

Richard pressed the remote control faster and faster, almost reaching a point of madness, but there was no response. How could there be no response!

“Useless!” Richard harshly threw the remote control to the ground, glaring at Shelley with a sinister look across the sea of flames.

Richard raised the gun toward Shelley. “Your father didn’t want to die with me, so you’ll accompany me, Shelley.”

“No, no!” Shelley desperately shook her head, the hands bound behind her touched the scorching ground, blistering her skin, but Shelley no longer felt the pain. She wanted to escape, she did not want to die.

Save me, save me…

Helplessly, Shelley opened her mouth, seeking help from someone in the void. She didn’t know who to hope for; it seemed like she couldn’t hope for anyone.

In the high-temperature, oxygen-deprived sea of fire, Shelley felt as though she had been thrown into the icy waters of Antarctica. Coldness spread from her heart to her limbs. She no longer felt the burning pain of the flames on her skin, she couldn’t even hear the chaotic sounds mixed in with the flames. Shelley only saw the dark barrel pointed at her and the sparks shooting from it.

Three gunshots rang out.

Shelley felt intense pain rushing towards her as a tall figure rushed through the flames and fell beside her.

“Shelley!” Festus lifted her from the filthy ground, one hand tightly covering her bleeding wound, the other behind her, helping cut the ropes binding her hands and feet.

“It’s you.” Her hands and feet had been bound for too long, the lack of circulation causing a tingling sensation that prevented Shelley from wiping away her tears.

In reality, there were no tears; in this extreme heat, tears evaporated before they could fall from her eyes.

But Shelley still felt as if he cried so sorrowfully, so sorrowfully.

Shelley wanted to ask him, do you really like me so much, otherwise why would you be so upset?

But before she could ask, Shelley’s peripheral vision caught sight of Richard, who had been shot, raising the gun at them again.

In panic, Shelley pushed and shoved Festus with all her might, but she was weak and Festus was determined to shield her; she couldn’t push him away.

“Ugh!” Although he didn’t feel much pain from being shot, the rapid loss of blood made Festus dizzy and weak.

Festus didn’t want to let go of Shelley, but he was already too weak to continue.

“Festus!” Shelley caught the falling Festus in her arms.

She didn’t know where she found the strength, she took the gun that fell from him, aimed it at Richard, without hesitation, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Richard widened his eyes in disbelief; the bullet at his brow sent him to hell.

It was all over.

Shelley slowly closed her eyes.

…

Simpson could no longer describe the scene’s brutality and his own collapse to Alajos.

Damn it, where did that bastard Festus get the strength? He just charged into the fire, and I couldn’t stop him!

Later, Mare told him that Festus had just experienced a brutal car accident and fight. He had three broken ribs, one of which had pierced his spleen.

After hearing this, Simpson…

He was even more devastated!

“A family of lunatics!” Simpson cursed.

Simpson’s injuries weren’t getting any better.

But Simpson knew the fire department wasn’t able to rescue them, so he gritted his teeth, went crazy, and carried Shelley out, wearing a wet jacket.

“I’m damn lucky; I could’ve been crushed by a beam right then and there!” Simpson said indignantly.

Meanwhile, Charles’s men arrived at the port and carried Festus out with him.

Richard’s body was buried in the blaze.

“Okay, remember to come back for a change of dressings, don’t let the wound touch water,” the doctor treating Simpson reminded him. “Be careful of infection; that’s the worst-case scenario.”

After the doctor finished speaking, he left the ward.

Luzia carefully lifted Mare’s sleeve; his arm also had a layer of skin burned by the fire. “You went in too?”

“I almost got hit when I was about to leavethe warehouse. Mare helped me out.” Simpson explained, “Thanks, brother.”

Mare nodded silently, without saying a word. The door of the ward was forcefully pushed open. Luzia, who had been sitting next to him, stood up abruptly, as if shocked.

Mare frowned and looked at the ward’s doorway. It was Joseph.

Joseph’s mouth held a smile familiar to them all, but his gaze was sharp and cold as it swept over Mare and landed on Luzia.

Luzia felt her whole body stand on end from his gaze, her hair almost standing on end.

Fortunately, Joseph did not linger on her for long, no more than five seconds, and then moved away as if uninterested.

Just as Luzia let out a sigh of relief, her heart had not completely settled when Joseph’s next words provoked her once more.

He said to Vivian, “I heard you’re pregnant, Vivian.”