Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“Camar,” the bodyguard greeted Camar. “Charlie instructed that Miss Vivian cannot approach the pier.”

“Hey, David, don’t be so strict,” Camar friendly approached, pulling out a small bottle of whiskey from his pocket in front of them. “This is what I stole from Charlie’s liquor cabinet, care for a drink?”

David likes to drink, it was no secret. Especially after coming to the island, resources were scarce, and apart from the monthly supply trips, there was no way to replenish. David had finished his stash of alcohol a few days ago, with three more days until the next supply trip…

Camar seemed to have predicted this, as the whiskey he brought was David’s favorite, an offer David could not refuse.

“Don’t worry, Miss Vivian just wants to see the yacht, we will leave after that,” Camar assured David.

Vivian nodded beside him, her eyes filled with a plea that was hard for the men to resist. “I’ll just take a quick look and leave, please.”

David hesitated for a moment, unable to resist the temptation of whiskey, he agreed, “I can only give you fifteen minutes, Charlie will notice if we take too long.”

Fifteen minutes seemed too short for Vivian, but Camar promised, “Thank you, David, enjoy your drink, next time I’ll bring you something better.”

David was pleased with Camar’s promise, and he paid no attention to Camar and Vivian, instead turning to share the bottle of whiskey with the doctor’s driver.

To save time, Vivian practically ran the rest of the way, with Camar following behind, telling her not to rush.

How could Vivian not be in a rush, she only had fifteen minutes.

Camar followed closely behind Vivian as they reached the pier, pointing to one of the yachts. “This is my yacht.”

Camar hopped on board, sitting in the driver’s seat. “How about it, want to come aboard? I’ll take you for a ride.”

Vivian glanced back at David, who was still drinking, his eyes never leaving their direction.

Would he come to stop them?

Her fifteen minutes would end too soon.

But just watching, she couldn’t do anything. The trip would be meaningless.

As Camar steered the yacht, quietly waiting for her choice.

He wasn’t worried that Vivian would refuse, he knew why she came to the pier, and he was going to fulfill her wish.

Of course, Vivian only needed to pay a small price to him.

In Camar’s waiting, Vivian finally made her choice.

She jumped off and boarded Camar’s yacht.

Vivian’s action made David stand up from his seat, frowning as he took a couple of steps forward, trying to see Vivian’s intention clearly.

At that moment, Camar started the engine of the yacht, the noise echoing loudly, overpowering even the sound of the waves.

Vivian sat behind Camar, his driving skills were impeccable, the yacht taking them for a spin on the sea, the whistling sea breeze bringing a hint of cold that the warm sun on their skin dispelled.

Camar drove the yacht, never leaving David’s sight. After circling twice, David’s tense nerves began to relax, occasionally clinking glasses with the doctor’s driver, enjoying the warm afternoon sun and strong liquor.

In between sips, David would glance up at the sea, seeing the wake of the yacht circling.

It seemed that Camar really just wanted to take Vivian for a spin, to relieve her from the stress of the island. David completely relaxed, tilting his head back and emptying his glass in one gulp.

“Huh?” The doctor’s driver couldn’t handle the whiskey as well as David, after two sips his gaze became hazy.

Rubbing his eyes, he uttered in confusion, “The yacht is gone.”

The drunken murmur was like a thunderbolt in David’s ears, he turned around abruptly, too fast, producing a sharp crack–

Oh no!

David looked at the calm sea surface, his mind blank.

The yacht’s engine kept chugging, amidst the rolling waves, the white foam splashes dampening Vivian’s hands as she held onto the edge of the yacht.

She glanced back at the now distant island, gradually becoming a tiny dot before disappearing.

Vivian pursed her lips, gripping the edge of the yacht tighter.

“You don’t seem surprised at all,” Camar didn’t turn back, but his tone revealed an understanding that pierced through Vivian.

“Why should I be surprised,” Vivian propped herself up on the yacht, sitting up straight. “This is the outcome I wanted.”

Camar was surprised by Vivian’s words, about to speak, when he felt something hard pressing against his lower back.

It was a gun!

The one holding the gun was Vivian behind him.

Camar chuckled, seemingly unbothered by the threat of a gun pointed at him. “You’ve really changed, Vivian.”

Camar kept his gaze forward, focusing on driving the yacht, his face devoid of any panic or fear, not even glancing back at Vivian. “I really want to see your expression now, it must be fascinating.”

Camar’s tone changed, unsettling Vivian. She tried to ignore this creeping unease, steadying her hand holding the gun. “You don’t need to distract me with unnecessary words, Camar. You’ve helped me, I don’t want to harm you.”

“Now, please keep driving forward, don’t try to call for Charlie, I have to leave.”

Camar chuckled, a sense of mockery carried in the howling sea breeze. “I won’t call Charlie for help, I promise you that. Because that’s also the outcome I wanted.”

Camar steered the yacht, following Vivian’s command to keep moving forward. In the vast ocean, with no islands, boats, or landmarks in sight, the more they sailed, the more stagnant their sense of space became, making it easier to lose their direction. But Camar didn’t warn Vivian, he kept moving forward.

Unnoticed by Vivian, Camar subtly adjusted the direction of the yacht, making slight turns to keep them on course.

At some point, the display of Camar’s wristwatch changed, the digital clock vanished to be replaced by a simple radar map.

If Vivian had noticed, she would have seen their blue dot rapidly approaching a red dot on the radar map.

“Can you tell me where you want to go, Vivian?” Camar seemed fatigued, gradually slowing down the yacht under his control.

This realization alarmed Vivian, pushing the gun forward against Camar’s back, straightening his posture. “Don’t slow down, keep going forward.”

Camar sighed, resigned. “The yacht’s fuel is limited, Vivian. Once it runs out, we will be stranded at sea without food or warm clothing. By nightfall, the temperature drops at sea, without rescue, we would freeze or starve.”

“I know you want to leave, you want to see your daughter, you don’t want to die, right?” Camar coaxed her gently.