Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  "I want to talk to him… Maybe, you know, try and make peace," I reply, feigning a smile. I must've sounded convincing, because right now there’s a huge smile on my father’s face.

  "Well, it was about time. I always knew Connor would be a good influence for the two of you."

  C’mon, Dad, just tell me where Earl is!

  "Yeah, I know. You were totally right about that," I continue, trying not to sound impatient. "So, have you seen him?"

  "Well, last time I checked he was in his study, going over some financials. But I don’t know if --"

  "Thanks, Dad!" I tell him, feigning joy and failing miserably, and then I keep on hurrying down the stairs without giving my father the chance to keep on speaking. He’d probably go on a tangent about the importance of a family, and right now that’s the last thing I need.

  What I need is to crush my brother’s head under a vice. Yeah, maybe I’m being overly dramatic, but so what? I’m pretty sure that he’s the one behind Connor leaving, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him have his way.

  As I reach the bottom of the stairs, my gaze catches one of the full-plate armors in a corner of the hallway. I consider stealing the sword from the empty armor, but I don’t want to risk ending the night covered in blood. Yeah, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m pissed enough to commit murder right now.

  "Earl!" I shout as I walk down the corridor that leads to his study. I stop in front of his door and, gritting my teeth, I turn the handle on the door and try to push it open. It’s locked, but I don’t even bother with knocking, I just slam my fist against the door as hard as I can. Earl’s study is on the opposite side to where my parents have their bedroom, and so there’s not a chance in hell that they’ll be able to hear us. "Open up, Earl! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

  "And here she is, the Donovan princess," he mocks me as he opens up the door. He leans against the doorway clumsily, almost as if he has forgotten how to stand up, and just looks at me with a mocking smile. "What the hell do you want? Came here to apologize?"

  "Apologize?" I growl, reaching for him and pushing him inside the room. He stumbles backward against his desk, hitting it hard and sending the open bottle of whisky he has there tumbling down to the floor.

  "Hey, what the fuck!" he cries out, going down on his knees to pick the bottle up from the floor. "What the fuck’s wrong with you?"

  "You are what’s wrong with me. And you either start talking right now or I’ll give you the beating you always needed."

  Clarise

  "What the fuck are you on about?" Earl asks me, going up to his feet clumsily, the bottle of whisky in his hands. "Are you on drugs, Clarise? Because it sure as hell looks like it."

  "Stop pretending you have no idea what I’m talking about, asshole," I threaten him, turning around and locking the door of his study. I take the key off the lock and curl my fingers around it, gripping it so hard that my knuckles turn white.

  If you think I’m putting myself in danger, don’t worry; my brother is a class-A asshole, but he’s nothing more than a coward. And, judging by the expression that took over his face as I locked the door, that cowardice is getting the better of him right now. And that’s exactly what I want.

  Feel afraid, brother, feel very afraid.

  "I have no idea what you’re talking about," he tells me, almost as an insult. Sitting down on the leather chair behind his desk, he refills his glass of whisky and downs the whole thing at once. Running one hand through his hair, he then smacks his lips together and looks at me in complete silence, waiting for me to say something.

  "Why’s Connor leaving?" I ask him, taking one step toward the desk and placing both my hands on top of it. "Tell me, and make it quick."

  "Connor’s leaving?" he asks me, widening his eyes in genuine surprise. Jesus, what if he isn’t the one pushing Connor out? What if I made a mistake? But no… He might not know that Connor’s leaving, but there’s something he isn’t telling me. And I want to know what it is.

  "Yes, he’s leaving. And I want to know why," I insist, staring him down.

  "Oh, are you sad you’re going to lose your boyfriend, ‘sis?" he taunts me, refilling his glass once more. "You must be so heartbroken right now. Are you going to cry? You can cry if you want."

  "You’re the who’s going to be crying if you don’t spill the beans." I lower my voice menacingly, making it clear that I might do good on my threats and give him a serious beating.

  "It’s quite simple, ‘sis," he leans over the desk, placing his elbows on it and looking at me with that mocking smile of his. "I outsmarted the both of you. You thought you could plot against me behind my back, didn’t you? Well, that’s over now, Clarise, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me."

  "What are you saying?" I ask, growing more impatient by the second.

  "You still haven’t got it, huh? I have proof that the two of you were fucking. That’s right… I’ve got footage of the two of you going at it in the church. And, hm, you guys really seemed into it. Tell me, Clarise, is he a good lay? Because you sure as hell screamed your heart out."

  "You fucking --" I start, gritting my teeth together and walking around the desk. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I ball my hands into fists and I prepare to punch the living shit out of him.

  "Calm the fuck down, Clarise. I’m the one holding the cards right now. Keep on acting like such a bitch and I’ll expose you to the whole city. Don’t think that I won’t do it; I’ll ruin Connor, I’ll ruin you, and I’ll ruin whoever gets in my way."

  "I’m your sister…" I tell him in disbelief, my grip on his shirt growing weak. I never really got along with Earl, but this is too much. To think that my own brother’s blackmailing me… how did this happen?

  "What do I care if you’re my sister?" he spits back at me. "You’re nothing more than a common slut, Clarise, but your party ways have finally screwed you over. Now go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, and leave me the fuck alone."

  Everyone has their limits, and I’ve just reached mine.

  This time I don’t even bother with slapping him; no, I cock my arm back and let my closed fist fly straight into his face. It connects so hard that Earl falls out from his chair, clutching his nose as bright blood starts dripping out of his nose.

  "You fucking bitch!" he cries out in pain, trying to get up. Staring down at the pathetic excuse of a man that’s my brother, I place my high-heel on his chest and keep him down on the floor; reaching for his glass of whisky, I grab it and throw its contents all over him.

  "Here, have a celebratory drink, asshole," I tell him coldly, feeling ice running through my veins. Finally taking my foot off of his chest, I make for the door and unlock it. Before I leave, though, I turn around to look into his eyes one final time.

  "If you think I’m giving up on everything I’ve ever wanted, you’re out of your mind. I won’t give up on the company, I won’t give up on our family, and I sure as hell won’t give up on Connor."

  "Yeah?" he asks me, that mocking tone still in his voice. I guess he still hasn’t learned his lesson. I almost go back just so I can punch him again, but this time I manage to restrain myself. Nothing good will come out of that. This is a war that won’t be won with fists. This is a war that’ll be won with brains… And, unfortunately for my brother, my brains are much bigger than his.

  "What are you going to do about it, Clarise?" he taunts me, and I can see his teeth painted in bright red blood as he grins. Not really an improvement on his ugly mug, but I did my best.

  "I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, Earl. I’m going to make sure you’ll never run the family business. You’re done."

  With that, I bolt out of his office, my brain working at full speed.

  I might not have started this war, but I sure as hell am going to finish it.

  Connor

  I should be long gone by now, but I never got to deliver Jonathan my letter of resignation. Crap, I think to myself as the elevator climbs up to the top floo
r of the Donovan building.

  This is going to be bad; today’s the day of the yearly board meeting, and I was supposed to attend it as the Donovan’s adviser. But now here I am, ready to resign right before one of the most important meetings of the year. Yeah, give me the Adviser of the Year award already.

  But it’s not like I can do anything else. If I step inside the boardroom, I’ll have my back against the wall. I’ll either throw Clarise under the bus or I’ll back Earl in what’ll be an idiotic move for the company. So, while it might not be ideal, I’m just going to remove myself from the equation.

  "Oh, you showed up," Earl tells me in a surprised tone, looking at me as he watches me walk inside Jonathan’s office. He’s sitting by his father’s side, and it looks like the two of them are going over some documents before the meeting.

  "Oh, just in time, Connor!" Jonathan greets me happily, getting up from his seat and clapping me on the back. "You won’t believe the gem Earl found. An airline in Indonesia, can you believe it? And the numbers look great! I know it’s a bit premature to be thinking of a move like this, but perhaps Earl’s right. Risking a part of our fortune in a strong company like this might be the right move for us."

  Red Lion Aviation, a strong company? I have to resist the urge to laugh. After Earl revealed his intentions of backing an Indonesian airline with over $2 billion dollars, I couldn’t resist the urge to dig deeper and I’ve reached out to a few of my contacts in Rome. It’s all pretty muddy, but it seems that Red Lion Aviation is nothing more than a front for something very, very shady…

  My best guess is that Earl has been seduced by the quick mountains of money that can be made in the drug-trade, and he’s trying to position himself in that market. Of course, what he doesn’t know is that I’ve already alerted a few of my higher-ups to the fact. If he manages to convince Jonathan to make the investment, he’ll quickly realize that the American authorities will put a quick stop to his ambitions.

  So, you were thinking that just because I was resigning that I had abandoned the Donovans? Not a chance in hell; I might have to quit because of Clarise, but I’m not going to let this family go down this easily because of a giant fucker like Earl.

  With that said, it’s time for me to man up and face the music.

  "Jonathan," I start, "I can’t advise you on this."

  "Why not?" he asks me, slightly surprised. "The numbers look good and --"

  "It has nothing to do with that," I cut him short, my heart suddenly starting to race at a thousand miles per hour. "I have something I must confess."

  "Shouldn’t it be the other way around?" Jonathan laughs, leaning back against his chair and folding his arms over his chest. "I always thought that holy men were the ones listening to confessions from the common folk, not the other way around."

  "I’ve fallen in love with Clarise," I force myself to say, not wanting to beat around the bush endlessly. Certain things are like pulling out teeth when you’re younger; you just have to do it, and the less you wait, the better it goes. "Because of that, I’m leaving my position as the family adviser," I continue, taking my resignation letter out of my front pocket and placing it in front of Jonathan.

  I look him in the eyes, standing straight as I wait for the man to blow up like a thermonuclear bomb.

  "What the…? Are you out of your mind, Connor?" he asks me, and I feel a knot growing in my throat. "Why the hell are you resigning! This is great news!" he cries out, clapping his hands together as he jumps up to his feet.

  I blink my eyes once, and then twice, as I try to process what he just told me. Great news? Am I still in my bed, dreaming?

  Walking around the desk, Jonathan claps me hard on the back and lets his bright clear laugh inundate the whole office. "To be honest with you, I always thought that your vow was somewhat silly… And it’s a good thing that my daughter finally got some sense into her head and chose a man worthy of her. She feels the same toward you, I take it?"

  "I… Yes…" I stammer, not knowing what to say. I’m so stunned right now that I can’t even think straight. And do you know who else looks stunned? Earl. His face has grown as red as a ripe tomato, and there’s a vein on his forehead that seems about to pop.

  "No!" he cries out, jumping up from his chair so fast that it almost looks like there's a spring under his ass. "No! No fucking way!" he starts, looking from his father to me with a look of utter disbelief. "Are you out of your fucking mind, Dad? This guy and Clarise have been plotting together… And that’s not the only thing they’ve been doing!" he continues, raising his voice as he fishes out a flash drive from the pocket in his pants.

  Here we go; I guess that now there’s going to be no turning back. Even though his father has given me the greenlight, Earl is still going ahead with that footage.

  "Yeah, Earl, wave that flash drive around. It’s really going to help you out right now," I hear a woman’s voice say, and we all turn toward the doorway. Clarise is there, looking as beautiful as ever. Her lips are painted in a subtle red, and she’s wearing a tight black dress that, while modest, still looks sexy as hell. More than looking like a girl in her mid-twenties, she looks like a CEO ready to unleash hell upon her enemies.

  "Dad, there’s something you need to know," she tells Jonathan, and I feel as if the whole room is about to blow up.

  Clarise

  "There’s no point in hiding it anymore, is there? Unfortunately for you, Earl, it’s all out in the open now," Clarise says, looking from her father to Earl with a winning smile on her lips. More than just a woman, she looks like a goddess right now.

  "What Earl has in that flash drive is footage of me and Connor together," she continues, speaking to her father with a straight face. "He was blackmailing Connor with it, so that he’d back Earl’s newest idea."

  "Is that… Is that true?" Jonathan asks, looking completely disoriented.

  "That’s not… That’s not…" Earl tries to say, but he has been backed into a corner.

  "Yes, it’s true," I nod, feeling as if a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. My God, it feels good to tell the truth. "Earl was pressuring me into backing his investment with Red Lion Aviation, and he was using whatever footage he has in that flash drive to have me side with him, but I just couldn’t do it."

  "It isn’t true! They’re lying!" Earl cries out in utter desperation, his eyes darting toward the door as if he expected someone to come out of nowhere to save him. Unfortunately for him, his luck has just run out.

  "Yeah? Then explain this," Clarise shoots back at him, walking toward the desk and slamming her phone down on top of it. She presses her thumb over the screen and Earl’s recorded voice starts coming out of the speakers.

  "You still haven’t got it, huh? I have proof that the two of you were fucking. That’s right… I’ve got footage of the two of you going at it in the church." I can’t help but wince as I hear him mentioning me and Clarise fucking, but what the hell, Jonathan’s a grown man. The moment I told him I had fallen for Clarise, he probably figured out that we did more than just hold hands.

  "You… recorded me?" Earl asks, turning to Clarise so fast that I’m surprised he hasn’t broken his neck. "How dare you!"

  "I told you; you’re finished, Earl," she responds, that glint of supreme victory in her eyes. "Just for good measure, I also know that you blackmailed the church’s pastor so that you could get your hands on that footage… You’re the gift that keeps on giving, aren’t you, Earl?"

  "Why, Earl…? Why would you do such a thing?" Jonathan asks him, sinking down into his chair in utter shock. It mustn’t be easy for a father to realize that his son is a gigantic piece of shit. "I don’t understand. Why is this investment so important to you? Why is the company so important to you?"

  "I think I can answer that, Jonathan," I tell him, taking one step forward. "I’ve inquired about Red Lion Aviation, and it seems that the company is just a front for a drug cartel… They use the airline as their way of transporting drugs betwee
n continents. My guess is that Earl wanted a piece of the pie as well."

  "No… No… No…" Earl repeats over and over again, sounding like a broken record.

  "My own son!" Jonathan cries out, and I can see his eyes brimming with tears. Shit, being here and watching a tough man like Jonathan feel this crushed isn’t easy. "You’re fired," he growls, the sadness in his eyes being replaced with unhinged fury. "More than that, I’m going to disown you."

  "You can’t do that!" Earl protests, but his voice sounds so weak that I don’t think his father even hears him.

  "And I’m not going to stop there," Jonathan continues, reaching across the desk and grabbing Earl by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close until their noses almost touch. "I’m going to call the FBI right now, Earl. It’s going to break my heart, but you’re going to pay for everything you’ve done."

  "NO!" Earl shouts and, before anyone can do a thing, he pulls back from Jonathan and bolts toward the door. He crosses the length of the office in two wide strides, but he isn’t fast enough for me. Right before he reaches the door, I extend my arm and hit him right in the neck. He folds onto the ground like a crumpled sack of groceries, both his hands on his neck as he tries to breath.

  "Stay down," Clarise tells him, placing her heel on Earl’s chest and pushing him down to the floor. As she keeps him there, Jonathan calls the tower security, and they’re knocking at the office door just a minute later.

  Two tall and well-built security guards stroll in, confusion washing over their face as they see Earl on the ground, being pinned down by his sister. They’re smart enough not to inquire about what’s happening, though, and they haul Earl out of the office the moment Jonathan tells them to.

  As the securities drag him out, violent sobs make his chest rise and fall rapidly; tears fall down his face as he goes, and there’s snot falling from his nose and into his mouth, his desperate wails sounding like the cry of an animal about to be put down.