God Of war: Bloody Revenge

chapter 2

Mr. Robert, his most loyal subordinate, rushed forward the moment he saw Stiles collapse to his knees. His master—Mountville’s undefeated war god was trembling, his face pale with shock. Never before had Stiles shown weakness. Never before had anything shaken him.

“My Lord! What happened?” Robert asked urgently, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “Who dares offend you? Give me the name, and we will find him, tear him apart, and present you with his remains.”

Stiles clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists..

“I… am the one supposed to be killed” His voice cracked, and when he spoke again, it was barely above a whisper.

“I have a daughter.”

Robert’s eyes widened.

“A daughter I never knew existed,” Stiles choked out,.“And now… she’s dying.”

Silence.

Robert was stunned into speechlessness for the first time in his life.

Stiles grabbed Robert’s wrist and shoved the phone into his hands. “Find everything about the caller. NOW.”

“Yes, My Lord.” Robert spun around, barking orders to his intelligence team. They withdrew back to the camp. The armies wondered what was happening.

Within ten minutes, Mr. Robert returned.

“I have it.” He held out a tablet, displaying a photo of a woman holding a little girl.

Stiles’ breath hitched. His fingers trembled as he touched the screen

Victoria.

And the girl beside her…

His daughter.

She was small, fragile-looking, yet her eyes were just as his.

“She… she looks just like me,” Stiles whispered.

Then, his expression darkened. He turned to Robert, his gaze burning with newfound determination. “We are leaving. The war is over. I don’t care about anything else. Assemble the entire army. We are moving back to the city immediately.”

“Yes, My Lord!”

But Stiles was not done. He clenched the tablet tighter.

“Call the top military medical doctors,” he ordered, “Locate my daughter. Treat her immediately. I don’t care what it takes—she must survive.”

“Yes, My Lord!”

As Robert rushed away, Stiles lifted the tablet one more time, staring at the innocent face of his little girl. His fingers brushed over the screen.

Then, he whispered, his voice both a promise and a vow.

“Daddy is coming, Princess.”

In the City, Victoria burst into her Room, her hands shaking as she rushed toward the old wooden box in the corner of her bedroom. She flung it open, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

But it was empty.

Her heart stopped.

"What? No… no, no, no!" she whispered, frantically shoving her hands inside, feeling for the thick stacks of cash she had saved. "I put it here. Right in this box! Where the hell is it?!".

She started tearing through the room, yanking open drawers, tossing clothes aside, searching every possible hiding spot. But there was nothing.

Victoria spun around to see her stepmother, Clara, standing in the doorway, arms folded, an amused smirk on her face.

“You’re making such a mess, Victoria.” Clara yawned, inspecting her manicured nails. “You are disturbing the peace of this house.”

Victoria’s eyes burned with fury. "Where is my money?!" she demanded, stepping toward Clara. "I put my money in that box, and now it’s gone!".

Clara rolled her eyes. “Oh, that money? I took it.”

Victoria’s stomach dropped.

“You… WHAT?!”

Clara lifted a brand-new designer bag and held it up as if admiring its shine. “I used it to buy this bag. It’s a limited edition, you know. Do you like it?”.

Victoria nearly lost her mind.

“That money was for my daughter’s surgery! You stole my daughter’s life-saving money to buy a damn bag?!” she screamed, her voice raw with agony.

Clara scoffed and waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t be so dramatic, Victoria. It’s not my fault your daughter is in the hospital, and you can't pay.”

Victoria lunged at her, grabbing the bag and shaking it. "Give me back my money right now!."

Clara’s expression twisted into cruel amusement. She snatched the bag back and shoved Victoria so hard that she stumbled backward.

Thud!.

"You have no right to demand anything in this house!" Clara sneered. "You live here for free and don’t contribute a damn thing. And now you dare to shout at me?".

Victoria clenched her fists, her body trembling. “This is my father’s house! I have every right to be here!”.

Clara let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Your father’s house? Oh, poor Victoria. Newsflash—your father is dead. And everything he owned? Belongs to me as his wife”.

"Just Give me back my money! My daughter is going to die without it!".

Clara rolled her eyes and smirked. "And?".

Victoria's breath hitched. "And?! What do you mean and?! She's just a little girl! She's dying!"

Clara laughed—a cruel, heartless sound that sent chills down Victoria's spine. She took a step forward, "Maybe it's high time she dies, then."

Victoria’s entire world shattered in that moment. Her knees nearly buckled. "W-what did you just say?" she whispered, barely believing her ears.

Clara sighed dramatically, tapping her chin. "Think about it, Victoria. You’re a single mother. No money, no future, no prospects. Who would want to marry a broke woman dragging around a sickly, dying child?"

Victoria’s hands curled into fists, but Clara wasn’t done.

"But if she dies? Well… maybe then you’ll finally have a chance at real life. Maybe you could even find a proper suitor, huh? Someone who won’t see you as a burden. Because, let’s be honest, that’s what you are. And that child of yours? Just an even bigger one."

Victoria lunged at her.

SLAP!

Clara’s head snapped to the side as Victoria’s palm struck her across the face. Hard.

For a second, silence filled the room.

Then, slap, slap, slap..

Clara slapped her.

Hard.

Victoria crashed into the dresser, knocking over a lamp as she clutched her stomach in pain.

Clara leaned down, gripping Victoria’s chin so tightly that her nails dug into her skin. "But if you ever touch me again? I will make sure your daughter doesn’t even live to see that surgery”.

Then, she left the room. Victoria sat there. Weeping, that was her only hope to at least pay for the hospital f*e.

Then, that time, her phone rang and she immediately checked it, from doctor Tane.

She anxiously picked it up.

“Victoria, you have to come here!”.