Once, my paranoid love

Anne’s tear-filled eyes met Robert’s, and her trembling hand held onto his in a desperate attempt to stop the violence that loomed. She could feel the weight of her words as she implored him.

“Robert,” Anne choked out, her voice quivering with emotion, “please don’t beat him in this way.” Her plea was a desperate cry for mercy, a plea for sanity in the midst of their escalating conflict.

Tears streamed down Anne’s face, mirroring the turmoil in her heart. She couldn’t bear to see her son to being beat by Robert.

Robert’s anger, however, seemed unrelenting. He lashed out, his frustration and fury reaching a breaking point. “You know what,” he spat out, his voice dripping with venom, “my first mistake was marrying you, and the second was bringing you people into our home.”

Anne’s eyes widened in shock as Robert grabbed her hair in a fit of rage. The pain seared through her, both physical and emotional. It was a betrayal that cut deep, leaving her stunned and defenseless.

“Robert!” Anne gasped, her voice trembling with disbelief and fear. She had never seen this side of him, this darkness that now threatened to consume their family.

As Robert’s grip tightened on her hair, Anne’s mind raced in a frenzy of panic. She could hardly comprehend the gravity of the situation.

‘Oh my God, what are we going to do now?’ Anne thought in shocked desperation.

The room seemed to reverberate with tension as Robert’s fury boiled over, leading him to commit an act of violence. Anne, flung to the ground by her own husband, lay there in shock, her body aching from the force of the impact.

“And don’t you try to make me his father!” Robert seethed, his voice laced with venom. His anger, a raging storm, had now taken a devastating turn. His words struck Anne like a dagger.

Tensions in the room soared as Robert’s venomous words hung heavy in the air. “Your son is just like his father,” he sneered, his anger now directed squarely at Paul. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their emotions, as if it were a battlefield of unresolved conflicts.

When Robert relayed his hurtful comment to Anne, Paul’s rage ignited like a blazing inferno. In a surge of fury, he seized the belt from Robert’s hands, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and grief.

“Don’t drag my father into this,” Paul vehemently protested, his voice shaking with emotion. The belt, once a symbol of discipline and authority, was now a weapon of defiance in his grip.

With a forceful tug, Paul wrenched the belt from Robert’s grasp, causing a sharp clattering sound that reverberated through the room. His emotions were raw, and the pain of years of pent-up resentment welled up inside him.

“My father was a good person,” Paul declared, his voice trembling with the weight of his words. “Because of you, my mother divorced my father. Because of you, I lost my father.” The accusations hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. Paul’s anguish and anger were palpable, a testament to the scars he carried from his fractured family.

The room crackled with tension as Paul’s aggression escalated. His face contorted, revealing a side of him that had long been buried beneath layers of pain and bitterness.

Paul’s poignant question cut through the silence like a knife. “If you loved Diana aunt so much, why did you marry my mother?” The truth was a bitter pill to swallow, and Anne could see the torment in Robert’s eyes as he grappled with the consequences of his past choices.

Paul’s sudden transformation into an aggressive force sent shockwaves through the room. The change in his demeanor was palpable, his once-turbulent emotions now manifesting in a monstrous behavior that had long simmered beneath the surface.

“And you,” Paul directed his anger toward his mother, his voice seething with resentment, “you are the one who has caused the most pain to Elena. And Mr. Robert, when we’re not biologically connected, then why are you reacting? Elena is the one I adore, and I know she will be happy with me.”

Desperation clawed at Anne as she abruptly yelled, “Paul, stop it!” Her voice quivered with a mixture of anger and fear. She had never seen him like this, and the revelation of his emotions and intentions left her reeling.

Anne’s mind raced as she looked at Paul, her thoughts a whirlwind of turmoil.

‘This damn brat is going to wreck everything,’ she lamented silently.

As Anne grappled with the chaos unfolding before her, she couldn’t help but wonder, ‘What should I do now?’This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“You,” Robert said fiercely as he grabbed Paul’s collar. “You raped my daughter, you lunatic.” The room crackled with tension as Robert’s hand made contact with Paul’s cheek once more, the sound echoing through the big, dimly lit space. Paul’s head snapped to the side from the force of the slap, but his eyes remained locked onto Robert’s furious gaze.

“Now you will never touch my daughter,” Robert seethed, his voice trembling with anger and protectiveness. His words hung heavy in the air, a declaration of his unwavering determination to safeguard his beloved child.

Paul, still reeling from the stinging sensation on his face, slowly turned back to face Robert. His brows furrowed as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. “What? So, what exactly did you say?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion and disbelief.

Robert took a step closer, his chest heaving with each labored breath. He had rehearsed this confrontation in his mind countless times, but now that it was unfolding before him, the words felt raw and unfiltered. “I said,” he hissed, his finger jabbing accusatorily at Paul, “that you will never lay a finger on my daughter again. Do you understand me, Paul?”

Paul’s voice trembled as he confronted Robert, his concern for Elena palpable in the air. “Where is Elena?” he demanded, his eyes locked onto Robert’s with an anger.

Robert’s face contorted with rage as he responded, his voice dripping with venom. “You will know it soon, bastard, but in jail!” His words hung heavily in the room, a thunderous promise of retribution.

Anne, who had been quietly observing the escalating confrontation, couldn’t contain her shock. “What?” she exclaimed aloud, her eyes darting between Paul and Robert. Her heart raced as the gravity of the situation began to sink in.

Paul’s fists clenched at his sides, his mind racing as he grappled with the revelation. ‘He was trying to keep Elena and me apart,’ he thought bitterly. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, awakening a fierce determination within him. ‘I would never let him do that.’

Anne’s tearful pleas echoed through the room as she clung to Robert’s leg, desperately trying to intervene in the escalating confrontation. “Please, Robert, no,” she sobbed, her voice quivering with fear and sadness. “He is my only son, so please be considerate. Please forgive him.”

The words hung heavily in the tense air, a plea for compassion and reconciliation. But Robert’s anger remained unyielding, and he regarded Anne with a cold, disdainful glare. “Forgive him? How could you say such a thing, bitch?” he spat, his contempt evident in his voice. In a fit of rage, he kicked Anne, sending her sprawling to the floor, gasping in pain.

As Anne and Robert were locked in their own bitter argument, Paul seethed with frustration. “Your father is trying to separate us,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “I… I… Don’t let him do it. I will not.”

Paul’s words were barely audible, but they carried a weight of determination that couldn’t be ignored. His eyes bore into Robert’s with a murderous intensity, a reflection of the simmering anger and frustration that had been building within him.

Robert, blinded by his own rage, was oblivious to Paul’s warnings. He reached for his phone, intending to call the police and end the chaotic scene once and for all. But before he could dial, the room was filled with a sudden, shattering crash as a vase struck in the head of him.

Robert’s whimper of pain echoed through the room as he collapsed onto the floor, clutching his injured head. The atmosphere was thick with tension and horror, the violence having taken a shocking turn.

Paul, consumed by an inexplicable rage, straddled Robert and relentlessly delivered blow after blow to his head. His fists moved with mechanical precision, fueled by a dangerous anger that seemed to have completely overridden his senses. The room felt as though it had plunged into darkness, the brutality of the assault casting a sinister shadow.

“Paul!” Anne’s desperate cry pierced the air, her voice quivering with fear, panic, and disbelief. She rushed toward the horrifying scene, her trembling hands outstretched as she tried to pull Paul away. “Stop it!”

But Paul remained eerily silent, as if deaf to her pleas and the world around him. His relentless assault on Robert showed no sign of abating, each strike delivering a devastating impact. Blood began to pool around Robert’s battered form, a grim testament to the escalating violence.