The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 219: Let me go

Chapter 219: Let me go

As Abby made her way back to Remo, she felt a sudden presence at her side, and before she could react, Alex swooped in, capturing her waist and pulling her into a dance. Surprised by his sudden appearance, she glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see Remo behind her, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Caught off guard and with little room for resistance, Abby found herself swept into the dance by Alex’s strong grasp.

As they danced, Abby couldn’t shake the feeling of Remo’s absence, a nagging sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.

Abby couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation bubbling within her. Despite her efforts to maintain a polite facade, she couldn’t suppress the sharp edge in her voice as she addressed him.

"What do you think you’re doing?" she hissed, her tone laced with thinly veiled annoyance. "I was just on my way back to my husband."

Alex’s grip tightened around her waist, his expression faltering for a moment at her abrupt response. Sensing the eyes of the other guests on them, Abby felt a flush of embarrassment creep into her cheeks as she realized they were the center of attention.

Ignoring the whispers and stares from the surrounding crowd, Abby attempted to pull away from Alex’s embrace, but he held her firmly in place, refusing to let her go.

"Come on, Abby, just one dance," Alex pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. But Abby’s patience was wearing thin, and she had little tolerance for his persistence.

With a frustrated sigh, she relented, allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor. But as they moved together to the music, Abby couldn’t shake the feeling of resentment simmering beneath the surface. She knew she would have to find a way to extricate herself from Alex’s grasp before things escalated any further.

As the dance continued, Abby’s discomfort grew, and she made another attempt to break free from Alex’s hold. But before she could step away, he pulled her closer, his touch becoming increasingly inappropriate.

Abby’s heart pounded with unease as Alex’s hands roamed over her body, his grip tightening possessively. She felt a wave of revulsion wash over her, and she pushed against him, her voice trembling with anger.

"Let go of me, Alex," she snapped, her tone sharp and commanding. "This is not appropriate."

But Alex only chuckled, his hold on her tightening even further. "Come on, Abby, don’t be so uptight," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You know you want this."

Abby’s stomach churned with disgust at his words, and she struggled against him, desperation creeping into her voice. "Let me go, Alex," she pleaded, her eyes darting around the room, searching for a way to escape his grasp.

But Alex ignored her protests, his touch growing more insistent with each passing moment. With a sinking feeling in her chest, Abby realized that she was trapped, at the mercy of a man she could no longer trust.

As the whispers and stares of the other guests intensified, Abby’s humiliation reached its peak

"You know, Abby," he began, his voice low and seductive, "I never realized just how captivating you truly are. It seems you’ve finally managed to catch my attention."

Abby’s eyes narrowed at his words, her patience wearing thin as she tried to pull away from him once more. But before she could escape Alex’s grip tightened, pulling her close once again.

"Let me go, Alex," she demanded, her voice firm and commanding. But Alex’s curiosity seemed only to be fueled by her resistance.

"Why would I do that when we’re having such a lovely time?" he replied, his tone oozing with false charm. "I think we could have a lot of fun together, don’t you?"

Abby’s expression hardened at his words, her resolve strengthening as she refused to give in to his advances. But Alex seemed unfazed by her lack of enthusiasm, his persistence only growing more frustrating with each passing moment.

"Let me go. My husband wouldn’t like this."

Before Alex could respond, Remo stepped forward with a calm yet commanding presence, his hand shooting out to grip Alex’s wrist with a strength that caught him off guard.

In an instant, Alex’s expression twisted in pain as Remo’s vice-like grip tightened around his wrist. A sharp cry escaped Alex’s lips as he felt the bones in his wrist protest under the pressure.

Remo’s voice was low, but the authority in his tone was unmistakable as he spoke directly to Alex. "You heard her," he said firmly, his gaze piercing. "Let. Her. Go."

Caught off balance by Remo’s sudden intervention and the searing pain shooting through his wrist, Alex could only watch helplessly as Remo’s grip tightened further, leaving him powerless to resist.

With a final, almost imperceptible nod from Remo, Abby felt the tension in the air ease as Alex finally released his hold on her. As she stepped back, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Remo for coming to her rescue and putting an end to the uncomfortable confrontation.

With swift and ruthless precision, he seized Alex’s wrist again, his fingers digging into flesh and bone with a merciless intensity.

With a calculated calmness, Remo applied just enough pressure to inflict excruciating pain upon Alex, his eyes flashing with a steely resolve as he met Alex’s gaze without a hint of mercy.

"You dare lay a hand on my wife?" Remo’s voice was low, but it carried a chilling edge that sent shivers down Alex’s spine. "You have no idea who you’re dealing with."

In a swift and decisive move, Remo twisted Alex’s wrist with a force that bordered on brutality, eliciting a cry of agony from Alex as his arm contorted unnaturally beneath Remo’s grip.

The surrounding crowd fell silent, their eyes widening in shock and awe as they witnessed Remo’s unyielding display of power.

As Alex writhed in agony, Remo’s voice cut through the air like a knife, his words dripping with contempt as he delivered a final, damning blow to Alex’s already shattered ego.