My sister's obsession with me
The Part 94
After Quenna was found Rigel tightened the guard outside Quenna's room. The man gave no space at all for Quenna to run away from the house again.
He should be more vigilant and not let it be like last night. Rigel is furious to learn he lost to a woman.
To make Quenna no longer fight him Rigel must quickly marry the woman so that Quenna knows what the consequences will be if it is against a Rigel.
There is also a very urgent matter for Rigel to hasten his wedding date because he heard that Viktor survived death and is now triumphant.
It was also heard that the man was in South Korea. He was worried Viktor would find Quenna and take the woman from him.
For whatever reason Rigel is not sincere. He'll tie her up before the man grabs her. He knows what he did was wrong for taking Quenna from Viktor and now Viktor wants to take what used to be his, there's nothing wrong with Rigel being selfish.
"Hows it? Everyone's safe? Don't let me hear any more news if Quenna and Carol run away!!" threaten Rigel on Autsin and Isaiah.
The two assistants nodded to each other obeying Rigel's words. Rigel can breathe with relief he hopes his two assistants will no longer disappoint him.
"Everything is safe and you don't have to worry."
Rigel then went to his study. He also had to pass through Quenna's room. There was a sound of crying from inside the room.
"I'm sorry, but I want you to just be mine."
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Quenna closed her eyes allowing tears to fall from those beautiful petals. He was devastated by the reality he had received.
He is not sad to be caught again by Rigel even though a small part of his heart also regrets it. He was very sad when he saw Viktor no longer recognize him.
That woman missed Viktor half dead. He was even willing to risk his life running away from this house for the sake of the man but what did he receive? It was instead returned to Rigel and Viktor himself who did it.
Imagine how much pain Quenna had. He can only cry over things that should not be appropriate for him to cry. For the sake of the treasure Viktor willingly gave himself to a man who was none other than his enemy.
"You've changed, I really don't know who you are" Quenna said with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Look at him now locked up in a room not to be let out let alone to step on the ground before his wedding day arrives.
In the end, he was sincere about that fate. She will not be officially a wife in a week. She thought she would marry her sister but who would be her future husband?
Quenna wanted to laugh. But he was crying hard.
"I love you! Why are you so evil! You even forgot who your son is!!" it was annoyed that Quenna was so anxious about the man's attitude.
He closed his eyes and tightened his grip until the woman's palm turned red.
The woman went to her bed. He just stared at the chewy thing sadly. Will he devote himself in this room. Being the guy she doesn't want?
Oh Quenna's. It's too bad your fate. Your whole life has always been locked up. You can't be like a free-flying bird wherever he wants.
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Viktor's face that did not stop smiling made everyone who noticed him astonished. Especially Prima who was very shocked.
He thought Viktor was fine and remained sane unlike now who continued to lift the corners of his lips as if there was something very pleasant to get.
"You know why she is?"
"I don't know Madam. Your child was fine before and there is nothing to worry about" Prima assured Celine.
Celine frowned and continued to look at her son who showed a very strange expression.
"Viktor did anything make you happy? You don't want to tell us?" celine asked carefully and glanced at her son who had let out a smile that continued to be etched.
Celine was nervous when Viktor was no longer smiling. But a second later she returned to her sweet smile.
"You know Mom, I got a windfall this morning. Although I had to be upset my meeting was pushed back and moved. But I found a woman who was being sought and given a stake for finding a woman with her son." Viktor could have lightly spoken but do not forget the faces of Celine and Prima who showed opposite expressions.
The two men looked at each other nervously. Especially Celine who was very panicked with Viktor's careless actions.
"Sir, did you hand the woman over to those people?"
"Of course."
Prima took a deep breath and swallowed his coarse saliva. He smiled with great disappointment. He should have found Quenna, not Viktor who doesn't remember Quenna.
"Master why do you do that. How did the woman react, sir?"
"Reacted yeah? Of course very angry and his son called me Daddy. Who's the Daddy I never had kids. The woman is as familiar as if we were ever close."
Prima grimaces at Viktor's story. Viktor's assistant told Celine everything. And he hopes to find Quenna first and bring her to this house.
It seems that Prima has to step up the search again where Rigel is actually hiding Quenna.
"Why didn't you save her?"
Viktor's eyes lifted watching Prima who seemed to be setting himself up. Who is this man who keeps asking as if he is being interrogated.
"Why you? You don't like. It's up to me. I got five percent of that guy's shares anyway."
Celine sighed then looked at Prima with sign language. Maybe it's time he had to tell me who Quenna was.
"Don't take a shower first, there's something we want to talk to you about" Celine said, smiling gently at her son.
Viktor then obeyed the words of the gynecologist directly to the bathroom. While Prima and Celine were discussing each other in the living room.
"I really didn't expect Rigel to take Quenna to South Korea."
"It seems you should look for him as soon as possible. I'm afraid my daughter-in-law and granddaughter are doing something. If that happens, I may not be able to forgive myself. Besides it's our fault that we didn't tell Quenna."
"It's nobody's fault. If we tell Viktor Quenna first, it might affect the man. And Viktor is hard to recover from his illness" said Prima, looking forward and surprised to see Viktor there with a flat face.
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Tbc
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