Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 113

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 113 by Adolf Dunne

Hated Her The Most

“Looks like you've remembered everything,” Victor said with a mocking tone as he walked to herbedside. Though he sounded condescending, his face remained expressionless. Rachel said nothing.She just lowered her eyes and stayed silent. It was indeed true what Victor said; she did remembereverything now. This included how he'd saved her... And what he'd frantically said to her when he'dtried to keep her awake.

“Thank you,” she said softly, and then finally, looked up at him. “You don't have to thank me,” Victorsaid. His expression remained neutral and relaxed, concealing anything he might have been feeling.“You should be grateful.” This was enough to tell Rachel that whatever he said next was going to beunpleasant.

And she was right. Victor reached out and grabbed her chin, raising her head to force her to look athim. “You should be grateful you're pregnant with my child, otherwise I would have just let you die.”Rachel's expression pinched. She easily managed to move her face out of his hand; he hadn't beenholding her tightly.

With a sour smile she said, “Oh I see... You're not the one I should be thanking then.” Victornarrowed his eyes, gazing coldly at her. “You're right though; I should be thanking the baby,” Rachelsaid as she looked into his eyes. “After all, you just desperately want me dead in any case.” Racheldidn't notice the shocked expression on Victor's face when he looked down at her.

At least now he knew what she thought of him. But he couldn't deny that in some ways, she wasright. There had been a time when he'd wanted her dead, and would have done anything to achievehis goal. Now, her words wounded him in a way he couldn't describe. It felt like a cold, sharp knifehad been driven into his heart and was now being twisted and turned, like a type of torture. “... I'mglad you know your place,” Victor said coldly, trying his best to keep the burning pain out his voiceand expression.

Rachel forced herself to keep smiling, but otherwise stayed silent. She wasn't in the mood to arguenow. Her head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool from the concussion. “Rachel.” She raisedher eyebrows in response. She tilted her head to the side as she waited for whatever it was hewanted to say. Victor inhaled to speak. He was already armed with a sarcastic remark, but when helooked down into her pale face, he found he was suddenly struck speechless.

The cool, autumn night breeze drifted in through the half-opened window and gently lifted thecurtain in a gauzy wave. Rachel waited patiently for him to say something. She kept her eyes lockedon him, granting him her full, undivided attention. After a few more minutes ticked by in which hestill said nothing, she finally asked in a hoarse voice, “Mr. Sullivan, what else did you want to say?”Her tone was cold, distant, and laced with just a hint of aggression.

Victor's expression suddenly darkened and that cold glimmer in his eyes hardened. “Next time youtry and kill yourself, please do so where no one else can see you. Especially me. If you try somethinglike that again, I won't care if that baby dies with you.” 2 Then he turned on his heel and marchedout the room.

Rachel stared at the door for a long while after he'd left. She was completely dumbstruck by whathe'd said. She kept turning his words over and over in her mind, until she finally realized what he'dmeant; he thought she'd done it on purpose. He thought shed purposefully stepped into the roadso that he'd have to come and save her. The thought made her both humiliated and irritated.

Did he think she was insane!

How was she supposed to know he was going to be there at exactly that time? If she'd known hewas going to be there, she'd have avoided him at all costs; no matter what Lukas said.

Rachel gritted her teeth tightly. She should have called him back and explained things to him, triedto reason with him, but it was too late now. He was already long gone. Now, confined to thehospital bed, with no way to release her anger, she felt even worse. And Victor didn't come back.The doctor asked her to stay in hospital for a week. Although it was nothing more than a slightconcussion, he'd explained that it was for observation purposes because she was pregnant. The nextday, two stone-faced bodyguards appeared to stand vigil at the door of her ward. She knew Victorhad sent them. Who else could it be? But she didn't try and contest. She couldn't leave the hospitalwithout the man’s permission anyway, so arguing was useless anyway.

Later in the afternoon, she had a quick physical exam. It was just to make sure she and the babywere both healthy. After that, she took the tablet Lukas had bought her and went to sit outside onthe balcony. She called Quintin and chatted casually with him while she searched the dark web forany information regarding Abby. The door to the balcony was opened softly. Rachel's eyes widened,but then she forced herself to relax. She quickly exited the dark web and instead, opened a simplegame on the tablet that she began playing.

Out the corner of her eye, she glanced at whoever had just arrived. She didn't see much, just thebright white of a coat. Probably a doctor. Without turning around or raising her eyes she said, “Nodizziness, no nausea. I'm perfectly fine, doctor. You've been checking up on me all day; aren't yougetting tired? Why don't you sit down and have a break?”

Rachel frowned down at her tablet, then looked up at the person she'd thought was her attendingdoctor. She had been wrong. “Dr. Jimenez?" Rachel was in surprise when she saw her. Carla smiledin greeting and said pleasantly, “I know it's just a concussion, but it's good that he checks on you sooften. The baby seemed a little unstable at one point, so it's not a bad thing that you're beingmonitored so carefully. Rather safe than sorry, you know.”

Rachel pulled out a chair and nodded towards it, inviting Clara to join her. “He comes in and checkson me every hour or so. It's not like I'm going to give birth any time soon.” Clara glanced down atRachel's flat stomach before she could stop herself. “You have a point here.” “I know.” Rachel shiftedin her chair and closed her tablet. She pushed herself up straighter and then asked, “How's Riley?"Now that she'd remembered what had happened, she remembered all the events from the previousday. Clara's eyebrows rose in surprise.

“She's fine I... I actually came here to apologize,” she said. “Apologize? Why?” “You were there forRiley and...” Clara said before she shook her head and gave up. She had a complicated expressionon her face and her eyes were downcast. “Luckily, you're alright. If something had happened to you,I never would have been able to forgive myself.”

She lowered her gaze again as if she were ashamed. “None of this is your fault,” Rachel said calmly.“It was no one’s fault, not even Riley's. If we really want to point fingers, it would be my fault. I lostRiley when I went to the bathroom.” Clara looked up at her, that complicated expression was backon her face. Rachel frowned in confusion at her strange look. “What?”

“Nothing.” Clara shook her head and then said gently, “I'm just glad you're alright.” If somethinghad happened to Rachel, Clara knew in her heart that she would blame herself for the rest of herlife; and she knew Roger would do the same. Clara couldn't help but think back to the events of theprevious day.

been about to step into the traffic with no regard for his own safety. “Clara! Get out of the way!” heshouted at her rushed over to save Rachel, he'd have been hit.

Clara couldn't bear the thought of watching her brother get hurt, just to save Rachel. “Roger! Stop!You're not thinking straight-" The sound of squealing brakes choked off her next words. Both ofthem were left standing, staring in shock. Clara slowly turned her head, afraid of what she might see.She didn't think she could handle the sight of Rachel's body lying broken on the ground. But thatwasn't the case. What she saw instead was that someone had saved Rachel. Before she could stophim, Roger ran towards them. When Rachel's savior raised his head, Clara instantly recognized him;Victor. She ran to catch up with Roger. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. “Roger, don't.Stay away..."

She tightened her grip on him when he tried to pull away from her. She gave him a small, firm shakebefore she said, “Victor will take care of her. She's pregnant with his child; he’s not going to letanything happen to her. Don't worry.” But truth be told, Clara didn't even believe what she wassaying quite a tumble with Victor.

Even from here, Clara could tell that she was unconscious. It might be no big deal for an ordinaryperson; but Rachel was actually a pregnant woman. Roger stopped fighting once he heard whatClara said. He watched in stoic silence at Victor carried Rachel into his Maybach and drove away.