Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 111 by Adolf Dunne
Stay Awake, Rachel It was hard to believe that such a traumatizing event had happened only an hour ago. And it had all started
with a Maybach driving from the airport to the Sullivan Group. Victor was returning hfrom the Lerestin after dealing with a
defect in one of the Sullivan Group’s investment projects.
Ivan was sitting in the passenger seat beside the driver. Every now and then he’d glance at the rearview mirror to look at Victor.
The interior of the car was dark, owing to the special film covering the windows. Victor had his head tilted back against the
headrest of the seat.
His eyes were closed, and he had one hand resting against his temple. His long, dark eyelashes nearly brushed the ridges of his
cheeks, and very nearly blended into the dark rings under his eyes. He was exhausted. These past few days had been tough
and he’d barely gotten any sleep. But even in his fatigued state, he still looked classy and well put together. Ivan turned his gaze
out the window. They weren’t that far from the Sullivan Group now.
If Ivan was estimating correctly, they were about halfway. The driver slowed and stopped at a red traffic light. From here, Ivan
could see crowds milling about in front of them. “What are they doing?” he asked curiously. The driver followed the line of Ivan’s
stare. He gave a nod and said, “It’s the opening ceremony for the food festival.
Usually, it’s held in the Western District, but this year it’s being held in the Eastern District.” Ivan knew the food festival was an
annual event held in Apliaria. It had been happening for as long as he could remember. But such things didn’t interest him. He
wasn’t a foodie, and usually just stayed away from the busy crowds. As he was about to look away, he suddenly saw someone
he recognized out the corner of his eye. Ivan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
He blinked, then looked back at the woman. Sure enough, it was Rachel; just as he’d thought. From what he could tell, she was
standing on the side of the road talking to someone on the phone. Ivan looked back at Victor and chewed nervously on his lip.
He didn’t know if he should wake him and tell him that Rachel was standing right across the street from them.
Before he could even make a decision, Victor slowly opened his eyes. “What?” he asked in a grumbling, sleep-fogged voice. It
appeared as if the weight of Ivan’s stare had woken him. “Mr. Sullivan,” Ivan said and then hesitated. He stared at Victor for a
moment then continued, “I... I saw Miss Bennet.”

Victor stared at him almost blankly before he said, “Okay.” As he spoke, a cold look cover his face that suggested he had no
interest in what Rachel was doing. Ivan turned around awkwardly and stared out the window again. It had been the wrong

decision to say anything. Victor settled back into his seat and turned his head so he could look out the window. He could see
Rachel standing there, like just another person on the street.
Only she stood out from the rest of the crowd. Well, to him anyway. He had to wonder who she was on the phone to. She was
smiling so gently and happily. It made her face seem soft, innocent... Different from when she’d been with him. She’d always
looked angry and aggressive. The red light flickered off and the green light con. The driver put the car into gear and started
off along the road again. Victor kept his cold eyes glued to the window, but his expression was relaxed and indifferent.
He closed his eyes and was about to look away. Suddenly, a car horn blared shrilly over the sounds of traffic. Victor turned his
attention back out the window, just in tto see Rachel had been swept up by the crowds and was being pushed into on-
coming traffic. The warning hoot had cfrom the truck that was barreling straight towards her, Victor’s eyes widened.
Ivan raised his head and turned his attention to the scene unfolding before him. His face went pale with horror. He whipped
around in his seat to look at Victor. “Mr. Sullivan...” But Victor wasn’t there. The backseat was empty. Ivan hadn’t even noticed
that he’d got out the car. The sound of squealing brakes brought him back to his senses. He blinked rapidly and looked out the
window in tto see Victor scoop Rachel into his arms and roll her along the ground to safely.
The truck managed to stop; right where Rachel had been standing. If Victor had been one second too slow, the truck would have
hit her. Ivan threw the car door open and hurried to them. Victor was holding Rachel cradled in his arms, gently brushing her hair
out her face, and off the bleeding patch on her forehead.
As they’d rolled, she’d hit her head hard enough on a loose stone that she was now unconscious. “Do you know who was driving
that truck?” Victor suddenly asked, pulling himself out the memories of the accident. “Yes. The truck driver’s nis Tripp Miller.
He’s a delivery man for the frozen seafood industry. I believe he was delivering equipment. I’ve cross-examined his bank account
and his background.
There is nothing there that suggests he has anything to do with Miss Bennet,” Ivan said, carefully recounting all the information
he’d found out. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before he carefully asked his next question, “Mr. Sullivan, you don’t think
this was an accident, do you?”
Victor stayed silent. He narrowed his eyes as his expression darkened. He didn’t look up from Rachel’s passive face. He kept his
gaze carefully trained on her ashen features, reliving the feeling of her slowly losing consciousness in his arms. He remembered

what the wound on her forehead had looked like before it was patched up: deep, gaping and seeping blood down her face and
into her hair.

She’d been pale from both pain and shock. As they’d rolled away from the truck, Victor had heard her mutter, “It hurts...” Her
blood was striking against his white shirt. Almost accusing in a way. When he realized she was going to faint, he had gripped her
face in his hands to force her to look at him.
Panic had nearly choked him as he watched the light slowly leaving her eyes. He was so terrified that she would never wake up
again if she dropped into unconsciousness. “Rachel, stay awake. I swear, if you don’t, I’ll send your damn maid to Crown Club
immediately. Do you hear me?”
He gripped at her hand, trying to impress his will onto her. He held her tightly, hoping the pressure would help to keep her awake.
The force of his grip was so great that her delicate white skin immediately began to go red and bruise. Rachel tried her hardest
to stay awake. Her eyes kept fluttering and she looked like she wanted to speak...
But in the end she lost to the darkness of unconsciousness.
Now, sitting in this hospital ward looking down at her prone from, Victor felt uncontrollable feelings for her. What scared him most
was the fact that they were growing “Ivan, send someone to keep an eye on that driver,” Victor said sternly, a slight frown playing
at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, sir,” Ivan replied. As he dipped his head obediently, he glanced down at the wound on Victor’s
hand. “Mr. Sullivan,” he said worriedly, “you’re hurt.
Letget the nurse for you.” Victor looked at the broken skin on the back of his hand and said nothing. But he didn’t refuse
either. He just fixed his cold eyes back on Rachel’s impassive face. Back at the Sullivan family’s house, in the living room up on
the second floor, Maria was busy treating herself. She was sitting comfortably on one of the sofas while a beautician gave her a
delicate manicure.
There was a knock at the door. It was the butler. He stepped into the room, followed by another man. The other man was
dressed all in black, with a cap on his head that was low enough to cover his eyes. Maria looked up when the man entered. She
pulled her hand away from the beautician and sat up straight. “You may leave now,” she said to the beautician. The beautician
took one look between Maria and the man and immediately understood. She hurriedly packed all her tools back into her
manicure kit, stood, and walked towards the
door. But as she passed by the man, she accidently caught a peak of the man’s eyes under the brim of his cap.
A pang of shock chased through her body, and she stopped. But only for a moment before she shook her head and nearly ran
out the room. “I thought I told you to keep an eye on her. What are you doing here?” Maria asked as she looked lazily up at the
man.

He had a deep scar that started between his eyebrows and slanted down over his right eye, intersecting it almost perfectly
through the middle. But the most eye-catching feature of all was the eye itself; it was totally white.