บททั้งหมดของ Love, Obsession, Torture: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

JACK“FUCK. YOU.” Her breathing hitched, her voice quivering as she held my gaze.“There she is. The vulture is back.”I spoke through gritted teeth, my lips curving into a cold smile as I retreated from her.A deafening loud boom reverberated through the room, officers pouring inside in rows, swiftly forming a perimeter around us.For one woman, the sheer number of officers girdling around us seemed excessive and borderline outrageous, but when it came to a Schofield, you left nothing to chance—absolutely nothing.One of the officers seized her by the arm, yanking both wrists behind her back before snapping a pair of handcuffs around them. “Millicent Schofield, you’re under arrest for the murder of George Betton, aiding and abetting DNA fraud, and terrorising the Bettons. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.”“Fuck you…” she whispered as she was being hauled towards the waiting police van.“FUCKKKKKKKK YOUUUUUUU!!!” She screamed, her breaths coming in frantic b

ROBIN“Lana,” the officiant prompted. “Are your vows ready?”She smiled up at him, using her bent thumb to gently dab away the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes.“Mike…” she began, earning a soft laugh from him.“I’m totally speechless because of your promise to me, even though I’m not surprised in the slightest. You show me every single day how much you love me—how much you care, how much my happiness means the world to you and how you never stop reminding me that you’d give me everything I deserve in this world.“For years, I was told how to love, who to choose, who to settle for. Does he have enough class? Does he measure up to the standard set for me? Does he have the wealth required to win my heart?“But I’ve never cared about any of that. I’ve never cared what a man could offer me in material things, because I already had enough… more than I could ever spend.”She smiled softly, holding Mike’s gaze before proceeding.“Loving you came to me as a surprise, choosing to

ROBIN“Oh, God… it’s so fucking hard.” My laboured breaths echoed through the entire room as I clung to Jack’s hand.“Robin!” Mum exclaimed, barging in and racing to the other side of the bed, taking my free hand. “Oh, my darling, girl.”“Mummy,” I cried, “It hurts so bad.”“You can do it, baby.”“Robin, you have to push. Now,” Dr Ransford instructed, adjusting my legs to give himself a better view.I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut before tightening every muscle in my body, straining to force the baby out.“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I yelled, whimpering.“You’re doing brilliantly. Another push. Come on.”“FUCCCKKKKKKKK!”I growled through gritted teeth, biting down on my lower lip, tears running down my cheeks.“Very good, Robin. The head’s out, one more big push.”I obeyed, using every ounce of strength I could muster from within, and it wasn’t much.Then—A loud new born cry pierced the room, shooting me back to life before the nurse clamped and cut the umbilical cord, the tears

JACK“Robin!” I called from beneath the staircase, waiting for the only reason I remain alive to step down.“Almost done!” She called back.“I still can’t come along?” Mag’s voice cut through the air, dragging me around to her little body levitating on the surface of the in-built pool.“Get out of there, Mag. It’s late. And no, you’re not coming along.” I made my way to her, swiping a towel from a nearby rail and draping it around her shoulder when she splashed out of the pool in an angry burst.Jesus, I needed Cathy here full time. Margaret never listened to any of our new house keepers. They couldn’t talk her defiant self out of anything, except her sister and me.“Go dry yourself and stay out of the water. I need you alive.”“I have professional swimming lessons three times a week, Jack.” She pouted. “I don’t think I’m going to drown anytime soon.”The little fucker!Only stayed a year and half with us and she practically had me on edge every fucking time. She got her sass from her

ROBINHe took my hand into his, keeping my palm ironed to his lips while spreading soft kisses on its trail the entire journey home. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, didn’t even know how to. For months I couldn’t bring myself to accept the intensity and domineering nature of this man. The overwhelming love he showed me every single day and at times, I wonder why I stretched the possibility of being this man’s wife. I’d never really fantasised about a wedding, never had to daydream about a man making me his completely after my failed engagement with Mason—I’d shut that side of me down. Watching this beautiful man, my hand on his face, his lips etched to my skin, his eyes singeing every hair on my body, I knew I made the right decision. I may have stalled a bit but I was confident this was it. I was really going to do life with this crazy control freak.“What are you thinking about?” He mumbled into my palm, glancing over at me before reverting his gaze back on the road.“I’m thinkin