Captivation: Want Nothing But You

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 her bedside. 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 remember everything now. This included how he’d saved her... And what he’d frantically
said to her when he’d tried to keep her awake.
“Thank you,” she said softly, and then finally, looked up at him. “You don’t have to thank me,” Victor said. 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 be unpleasant.
And she was right. Victor reached out and grabbed her chin, raising her head to force her to look at him. “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 been holding her tightly.
With a sour smile she said, “Oh I see... You’re not the one I should be thanking then.” Victor narrowed his eyes, gazing coldly at
her. “You’re right though; I should be thanking the baby,” Rachel said as she looked into his eyes. “After all, you just desperately
wantdead in any case.” Rachel didn’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 sways, she was right. There had been a time
when he’d wanted her dead, and would have done anything to achieve his goal. Now, her words wounded him in a way he
couldn’t describe. It felt like a cold, sharp knife had been driven into his heart and was now being twisted and turned, like a type
of torture. “... I’m glad you know your place,” Victor said coldly, trying his best to keep the burning pain out his voice and
expression.
Rachel forced herself to keep smiling, but otherwise stayed silent. She wasn’t in the mood to argue now. Her head still felt like it
was stuffed with cotton wool from the concussion. “Rachel.” She raised her eyebrows in response. She tilted her head to the side
as she waited for whatever it was he wanted to say. Victor inhaled to speak. He was already armed with a sarcastic remark, but
when he looked 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 the curtain in a gauzy wave. Rachel
waited patiently for him to say something. She kept her eyes locked on him, granting him her full, undivided attention. After a few

more minutes ticked by in which he still 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 tyou try and kill yourself, please do
so where no one else can see you. Especially me. If you try something like that again, I won’t care if that baby dies with you.” 2
Then he turned on his heel and marched out the room.
Rachel stared at the door for a long while after he’d left. She was completely dumbstruck by what he’d said. She kept turning his
words over and over in her mind, until she finally realized what he’d meant; he thought she’d done it on purpose. He thought
she’d purposefully stepped into the road so that he’d have to cand 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 he was 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, tried to reason with him, but it was
too late now. He was already long gone. Now, confined to the hospital bed, with no way to release her anger, she felt even
worse. And Victor didn’t cback.
The doctor asked her to stay in hospital for a week. Although it was nothing more than a slight concussion, he’d explained that it
was for observation purposes because she was pregnant. The next day, two stone-faced bodyguards appeared to stand vigil at
the door of her ward. She knew Victor had sent them. Who else could it be? But she didn’t try and contest. She couldn’t leave
the hospital without 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 baby were both healthy. After that,
she took the tablet Lukas had bought her and went to sit outside on the balcony. She called Quintin and chatted casually with
him while she searched the dark web for any 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 simple gon 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 the bright white of a coat. Probably
a doctor. Without turning around or raising her eyes she said, “No dizziness, no nausea. I’m perfectly fine, doctor. You’ve been
checking up onall day; aren’t you getting 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 attending doctor. She had been wrong.

“Dr. Jimenez?” Rachel was in surprise when she saw her. Carla smiled in greeting and said pleasantly, “I know it’s just a
concussion, but it’s good that he checks on you so often. The baby seemed a little unstable at one point, so it’s not a bad thing
that you’re being monitored 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 checks onevery hour or so. It’s
not like I’m going to give birth any tsoon.” Clara glanced down at Rachel’s flat stomach before she could stop herself. “You
have a point here.” “I know.” Rachel shifted in 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 previous day. Clara’s
eyebrows rose in surprise.
“She’s fine I... I actually chere to apologize,” she said. “Apologize? Why?” “You were there for Riley and...” Clara said
before she shook her head and gave up. She had a complicated expression on 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 lost Riley when I went to the bathroom.” Clara looked up at
her, that complicated expression was back on 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 something had happened to Rachel, Clara
knew in her heart that she would blherself for the rest of her life; and she knew Roger would do the same. Clara couldn’t
help but think back to the events of the previous day.
been about to step into the traffic with no regard for his own safety. “Clara! Get out of the way!” he shouted 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 of them 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 that wasn’t the case. What she saw
instead was that someone had saved Rachel. Before she could stop him, 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 shake before she said, “Victor will
take care of her. She’s pregnant with his child; he’s not going to let anything happen to her. Don’t worry.” But truth be told, Clara
didn’t even believe what she was saying quite a tumble with Victor.
Even from here, Clara could tell that she was unconscious. It might be no big deal for an ordinary person; but Rachel was
actually a pregnant woman. Roger stopped fighting once he heard what Clara said. He watched in stoic silence at Victor carried
Rachel into his Maybach and drove away.