The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 191: Rightfully hers

Chapter 191: Rightfully hers

Nicole’s gaze remained steady, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she assessed Remo’s resolve. She knew him well enough to recognize the determination etched into his features, but she was equally aware of the dangers that lay ahead.

"You always were a stubborn one, Remo," Nicole remarked, her tone tinged with a mixture of admiration and disdain. "But some doors are better left unopened."

Remo’s jaw clenched at her cryptic words, frustration boiling within him like a simmering cauldron. He had come too far to be deterred now, too invested in uncovering the truth behind Charles Falcone’s death.

"I’ll take my chances," Remo replied evenly, his voice a low rumble of determination. "Whatever you’re hiding, Nicole, I’ll find out. With or without your help."

Nicole’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of uncertainty betraying her confident facade. But just as quickly, she regained her composure, a mask of indifference settling over her features like a veil.

"Suit yourself, Remo," she said, her voice cool and composed. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you."

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As the waiter cleared away their empty plates, Nicole leaned back in her seat with a satisfied sigh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It’s been a long time since we drank together," she remarked casually, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

Remo raised an eyebrow at her statement, his expression guarded. "Yes, it has," he replied coolly, his tone betraying none of the warmth that Nicole seemed to be expecting.

Undeterred by his indifference, Nicole signaled for the waiter to bring another bottle of wine, her smile widening as she poured them each a generous glass. "Here’s to old times," she said, raising her glass in a mock toast.

Remo glanced at his wine glass with thinly veiled disdain, his lips pressing into a tight line. "To old times," he echoed, lifting his glass in a perfunctory gesture before taking a small sip.

Nicole’s laughter rang out across the table, a melodious sound that grated on Remo’s nerves. "Oh, Remo," she teased, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. "You always did know how to kill the mood."

Remo’s jaw clenched at her taunting tone, his patience wearing thin. But before he could respond, Nicole’s hand slipped, and she accidentally knocked over her wine glass, sending a crimson cascade streaming across the table and on Remo’s lap.

Remo’s eyes widened in surprise as the wine splattered across his trousers, staining the fabric a deep, dark red. He swore under his breath, his irritation flaring at the unexpected mishap.

Nicole’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she scrambled to mop up the spill on Remo’s lap near his crotch, her fingers fumbling with the napkin in her haste. "I’m so sorry, Remo," she apologized, her voice tinged with genuine contrition. "I didn’t mean to—"

But Remo cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand, his expression icy as he pushed his chair back from the table. "It’s fine," he muttered tersely, his tone brusque. "I should go."

Nicole’s words cut through the air like a razor-sharp blade, her voice dripping with seduction and malice. Remo tensed as she touched him, her touch sending a shiver down his spine.

"Leaving so soon?" she purred, her fingers trailing dangerously close to the stained fabric of his trousers. "Don’t you want me to take care of that?" She said pointing to the spill.

Remo’s jaw clenched at her suggestive gesture, his resolve hardening as he stepped back, putting distance between them. "I told you, I’m married, and we are over," he stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Nicole’s lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes flashing with malice. "Ah, yes, your dear wife," she mused, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Does she know about your dark side, Remo? Does she know about Alfonso?"

Remo’s blood ran cold at the mention of Alfonso, his past coming back to haunt him with a vengeance. "That’s none of your concern," he replied tersely, his voice strained with emotion.

But Nicole only laughed, her laughter echoing through the empty restaurant like a sinister symphony. "Oh, Remo," she chided, her tone filled with mockery. "You can’t hide from your past forever. Sooner or later, it will catch up with you – and when it does, I’ll be waiting."

She taunted, her tone laced with bitterness. "I’m the only one who can serve you better. Can your little wife handle your dark side?"

Remo’s temper flared at her words, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to contain his anger. "Abby is none of your concern," he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "And whatever we had is long gone. Leave me alone, Nicole." Remo turned and walked away, leaving Nicole alone in the dimly lit restaurant.

Nicole’s smirk widened into a sinister grin as she watched Remo’s retreating figure, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and determination. "Of course I will – for now," she called after him, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "But remember, Remo, patience is a virtue. And when the time comes, I’ll be coming for what’s mine."

Remo stopped in his tracks, his spine stiffening at her words. He turned to face her, his gaze cold and unyielding. "I’m not yours, Nicole," he stated firmly, his voice like steel. "I belong to my wife, and only her. If anyone dares come between us – I will rain hell upon them. You know me, Nicole. Don’t tempt me. I’m far from a gentleman, and I wouldn’t think twice about shedding your skin, even if you are a woman. Don’t forget who I am."

With that final warning, Remo turned on his heel and strode out of the restaurant, leaving Nicole alone with her thoughts. And as she watched him disappear into the night, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their twisted game was far from over. But for now, she would bide her time, waiting patiently for the moment when she could claim what she believed was rightfully hers.