Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Dark Romance: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

The moment the pill melted on my tongue, I knew something was off.Instead of the usual bitter taste, there was a sharp, metallic flavor, like chewing on a mouthful of coins and dirt. I gulped it down and glanced at Francis Davis, the Don of the Davis mafia family. He was standing by the window, his back to me, looking all stiff and serious."This pill's not right," I said.He spun around, and streaks of sunlight from the blinds sliced across his face, making him look like he was part of a black-and-white movie. "What's wrong with it?" he asked."It tastes weird," I said, sitting up despite the searing pain in my shoulder from a bullet wound. "And it's not doing its job."I had noticed the change in the pill's flavor three months back, but kept it to myself until then.Francis came over and sat on the edge of my bed. He reached out, and for a second, I thought he was going to touch my cheek, but he just picked up a shiny little bottle from the nightstand and started fiddling with

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger.The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night.Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me...I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty."I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.I spent that night throwing up, while Francis sat silently by my bed, patting my back with a tenderness that then felt like a distant memory.At 3:00 a.m., I stumbled to the kitchen for water. As I passed the study, I overheard Francis talking."I refuse to believe she doesn't love me, that all these years mean nothing to her," he said.I froze outside the door.The butler's voice came through, saying, "Don't rush it, Don. After the wedding, you'll have all the time in the world to shape her.""I can't wait that long," Francis repl

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection."I...need the medicine.""No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?"The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine...""Say you need me.""I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!"He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.I was powerless to fight back. The pain from my injuries and the agony of being without medication: it was a living nightmare.There was no pleasure in that, only a desperate wait for the numbness that should follow the medicine. However, relief did not come. The pain lingered. My mind stayed sharp.With all the strength I could muster, I shoved Francis away. "This..

Francis rose to his feet and moved toward her, his hand outstretched to touch.However, his fingers met only air.The vision vanished.Then, in the dead of night, Francis awoke to find 'me' seated at the edge of his bed, turned away, bearing the marks of injury."Natalie?" His voice was a whisper, barely there, as if he feared shattering the silence.She faced him, her features void of emotion. "Why didn't you save me?""I..." Panic seized Francis.She said softly, "You promised to protect me, but you were the one who killed me.""I didn't!" Francis bolted upright and flicked on the light.The room was empty.Except for me, a ghost, unseen by him.The visions kept coming, more and more often. Sometimes it was the fifteen-year-old me, huddled in a sea of red, whispering to him, "Do you want to live?"Sometimes the twenty-year-old me, reeling from my first kill, so sick I could barely stand, wishing he would just hold me.Other times, it was me at the moment of death, hangin