Third Person's POV
"Maya's husband..." The words were cold as Mr. Bernerd placed the file in Rhys's hand. Rhys froze, a flicker of disbelief flashing across his face.
He opened the file quickly, letting his eyes scan each line. The words blurred together in his rising anger until his gaze landed on one word: married.
Rhys's eyes darkened, fury clouding his vision. With a swift movement, he threw the file to the ground, then slammed his fist into the glass table, shattering it in one punch. Mr. Bernerd watched his son's obsession with Maya reveal itself with intensity, wide-eyed at the depths of his fixation.
Without hesitation, Rhys snatched up his car keys and stormed outside, his movements a blur. He sped off in his car, the engine roaring as he weaved recklessly through traffic, heedless of anything in his path. Every inch of him ached to unleash his anger on the one person who dared bring him to this point.
Maya... How could she lie?
She's mine. How dare she...
He slammed his fist into the steering wheel again and again until suddenly—
His car collided with something.
"Maya..." Her name was the last word to leave his lips before everything faded to black.
The blaring sirens of an ambulance cut through the chaos on the road as paramedics lifted Rhys onto a stretcher.
At the hospital...
Mr. and Mrs. Win hurried to the front desk, desperation in their voices as they inquired about their son's condition, with nearly fifty guards trailing behind them. The attendant pointed them to the ICU. They reached the room and peered through the glass window, watching in silent horror as doctors worked on their son, his body wrapped in layers of bandages.
Mr. Win helped Mrs. Win sit down, his hand on her shoulder, though his own hands trembled. Memories flashed through his mind—the first time he'd held his newborn son, the joy he felt as he grew, and how he'd spared no expense in raising him, keeping him close and protected.
Now, his precious son was lying in a hospital bed.
He gripped his wife's hand, watching her tearful face as she begged for their son's life. The scene felt surreal, like some dark, twisted dream. Mr. Win, known to all as cold and ruthless, felt his heart break for the two people who had always held a place in its warmth.
The name Maya Morles lingered in his mind. It was her name his son had shouted before storming out, a name that now seemed to hold answers to questions he didn't yet know how to ask.
One of the doctors stepped out, removing his mask as he addressed them.
"He's going to be all right..."
Mr. Win's heart pounded again with relief. Mrs. Win clasped her hands, whispering grateful prayers, her belief in a higher power briefly resonating with her husband, who for once thought there might be something real to her faith.
Four hours passed, and still, Rhys remained unconscious. His father clenched his fists, feeling the crushing weight of helplessness. Another doctor entered, and Mr. Win grabbed him by the collar in desperation.
"When will he wake up?" he demanded, his voice dangerously low.
The doctor, pale with fear, stammered, "I...in a few...minutes..."
Just then, they heard a faint groan. Releasing the doctor, Mr. Win hurried over to the bed, where Mrs. Win was already seated, her hands clutching Rhys's.
Rhys opened his eyes slowly, his gaze settling on his mother. She held his hand tightly, her silent reassurance an unspoken promise that he was safe. He then looked up at his father, whose stoic expression couldn't hide the depth of emotions simmering beneath.
Mrs. Bernerd sat beside her son, peeling fruits into small pieces, while Mr. Bernerd stepped out to gather his medications. Rhys, grateful for the comfort, accepted each bite she offered, a hint of a smile softening his usual hardened demeanor.
"These are your medications..." Mr. Bernerd announced as he returned, setting them on the table before approaching his son. He hesitated, his gaze lingering on Rhys, until Rhys suddenly held out his arms.
Mr. Bernerd's face softened as he stepped forward, embracing his son and patting his back.
"You scared your mother..." he murmured, and Rhys nodded, his expression somber.
Then, Rhys whispered into his father's ear, "I want Maya, Dad. I want her for the rest of my life."
Mrs. Bernerd, hearing his words, stopped mid-cut. She set down the knife, looking at her son with an unreadable expression, then locked eyes with her husband.
"If our son wants her, then you'll have to give her to him," she said with quiet certainty, her voice carrying a strange authority.
"She will be yours, Rhys. Maya Morles will belong to you alone," Mr. Bernerd promised, his voice a cold whisper of authority. His eyes, sharp and unforgiving, darkened with an intent that was both ruthless and final.
If Maya has become the obsession that consumes you, then I'll make sure she knows there is no path left but one leading straight to you. Every corner she turns, every moment she breathes—it will all lead back to us."
Mrs. Bernerd nodded, her expression unyielding as her husband's promise settled into a vow.
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RomanceI wanted nothing but to run, to run away from him to my home, but he wouldn't let me go. He told me I was his captive, only his. No, that wasn't love; that was obsession mixed with nothing but hatred. He kept scraping my wounds, which I couldn't hea...
