Deep love: insatiable lover

-Vanessa, open your mouth and drink some water.

Orlando half hugged Vanessa and let her lean on his arms. He held her with his left hand, brought the glass of water to her mouth with his right. The unconscious person did not respond with her mouth tightly closed.

-Vanessa, open your mouth!

After several unsuccessful attempts, Orlando’s patience almost ran out and he began to order coldly.

Vanessa’s eyes widened slightly. She was not aware of her condition, only of the glass of water in front of her and her throat made a subconscious swallowing motion.

The pain in his throat cleared his mind a little.

With difficulty, she raised her head and reached for the water. Before she could take a few sips, Orlando took the glass from her. He had the good sense not to drink too much water if the fever was very high, as a little thirst relief was enough.

With the water, Vanessa felt better.

She realised she was in Orlando’s arms and her body stiffened for a moment.

Orlando sensed it, of course, and the concern in his eyes turned instantly to hostility mixed with anger. His large, uncontrollable hand lifted her chin and commanded her to look at him.

-Do you dislike me touching you so much?

Vanessa stubbornly turned her head to look to the side without speaking.

Resistance was very evident.

Orlando’s face became even more grim, thinking Vanessa was a wretch. He had the audacity to take care of her, and yet he still looked so mean to her!

-Vanessa, don’t be so ungrateful.

The person in his arms did not respond.

The rage in Orlando’s chest was almost out of control and he couldn’t help but treat Vanessa with the same tyranny he had used on Melina, his body had begun to spiral out of control, but he suddenly came to his senses when he met Vanessa’s stubborn eyes.

It was Vanessa, the one in his arms, the one he loved and hated so much, and not that bitch Melina.

Suddenly, Orlando let go of Vanessa and stood up to stride away.

Standing in the hallway, Orlando’s eyes were bloodshot. His hands were clenched in a death grip, as if he was holding something back. The next moment, a blunt fist slammed into the wall with a loud thud.

The knuckles of his fingers bruised instantly, flushed.

Orlando pounded his fist against the wall again as if he couldn’t feel the pain.

The maid came over with the porridge and almost knocked the bowl over with fright when she saw him like that.

Orlando gave her a cold look and the maid immediately shivered.

-Sir… sir, the porridge is ready.

Orlando came striding towards him to take the bowl of porridge, but stopped halfway.

-Go and give Vanessa the porridge.

-Yes.

The maid nodded and hurried to the bedroom.

Orlando stood in the hallway for a long time, repressing the urge to go back to the bedroom to see Vanessa, and came downstairs with a cold face and sat down in the living room.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He wanted to be with Vanessa, but he worried that he couldn’t even control the tyranny inside him when he saw Vanessa. He could do that to Melina without mercy, but not to Vanessa.

She was special and unique in his heart.

Love and hate were so intertwined that he could not help wanting to hurt her and had to stop himself under reason before doing so.

Orlando hated himself for this, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He could only tell himself over and over again, numbly, that Vanessa had betrayed him first and that it was all her fault. So no matter what he did to her and no matter how much he punished her, it would never be too much.

After convincing himself in this way, the guilt and pain he felt after every time he hurt Vanessa disappeared.

He was right.

Orlando stood firm in his belief, but clenched his fists as if desperately trying to hold on to something.

***

-Sir, it is proven.

Mateo’s report caused Dylan’s expression to change, an eagerness under his eyes that even he hadn’t noticed.

-Where is it?

-Miss Vanessa is supposedly being held by Orlando in a villa, a very private property. If he hadn’t left the Moya family in a hurry to get there, we wouldn’t have found the place.

“I can imagine!”

Orlando really had Vanessa locked up and Dylan had guessed his purpose.

Evidently, he had expected it and was already prepared for it. But when he learned the truth, he could not restrain the urge to tear Orlando to pieces.

The rage in his chest was even more uncontainable when he thought that Vanessa had been locked up for so long and that Orlando had hurt his Vanessa.

And the angrier Dylan got, the grimmer he became, then the sharper his eyes became.

Matthew shuddered, sensing that his boss was angry.

I was confused:

“Is the plan not going the way Mr. Dylan wants it to? Why is he angry? Is it because of Miss Vanessa? But if he really cares about her, why did he let Orlando take her away and lock her up?”

Matthew wondered for a moment, but remembering his boss’s trip abroad, he suddenly understood something.

Thinking of the information that his men had also found out, Matthew dared not hide it any longer and immediately reported it:

-Sir, our men have discovered that Orlando’s bodyguard recently left the villa to fetch a doctor.

Dylan’s gaze sharpened.

“A doctor? Vanessa’s sick? Damn it!”

For the first time in his life, Orlando felt that his plan was bullshit. There were countless ways he could have won Vanessa’s trust and heart, while he could have made Orlando turn on Gerard at the same time. But he had chosen to play it safe and instead…

“Damn, if Vanessa was really raped by Orlando?”

Dylan wondered in his mind and the answer he got made him regret it more and more, then he couldn’t sit still.

His face tightened with a sombre expression.

-Make some trouble for the Moya Group to attract Orlando’s attention.

-Yes.

Dylan really cared about Vanessa, otherwise he would not have changed his mind just as the plan was about to succeed.

But Mateo didn’t care about any of that, he worked for Dylan and of course he did what he was told.

Only after Mateo left did Dylan allow himself a look of remorse and regret.

He even prayed that nothing would happen to Vanessa.

-Damn it!

Now he wanted very much to slap himself a couple of times, but regret would do no good. The only thing to do was to tell Mateo to hurry, to get Orlando out immediately and to bring his feral kitten back in the shortest possible time.

The wait was an ordeal.

When he received the call from Mateo that he had brought Vanessa back without incident, Dylan’s face lit up with uncontrollable joy.

-Take him to my villa.

Dylan gathered his things and headed back to his villa at full speed.

Vanessa had taken the pills, had the injections and was in a daze, unaware that she had been taken by Mateo.

Dylan himself was waiting at the door and immediately approached when he saw the car arrive.

-Sir.

Mateo hurried out of the car and opened the door to the back seat, where Vanessa was.

It had only been a few days, but she had lost a lot of weight, which made Dylan regret it even more. He bent down and carefully lifted Vanessa into his embrace.