Victor opened his eyes one morning in a hurry. Again, it wasn't the alarm that woke him up, but a nightmare that he always wanted to end immediately. He touched his head, checking to see if there was any blood flowing from it. Of course, there wasn't. What he was experiencing was truly a dream, but the pain all over his hand felt real as he held the thin arm. Victor was silent for a few moments, trying to normalize his labored breathing. "Victor...!" His attention shifted to the source of the voice. A tall female figure with a sexy body, walking quickly towards Victor wearing only a bikini. Victor massaged his head and got off the bed. The woman was Lovana, who currently had her arms around Victor's neck. "You didn't tell me you were going to visit!" said Lovana in a passionate and disappointed tone. She was already feeling very happy just because Victor asked her to go to New York, but apparently when she got here, Lovana wasn't even told where Victor was going and what his purpos
Meanwhile, Victor was still frozen in place, not changing the direction of his blank gaze. He thought about Lovana’s words, digesting them well. Still, he was still the Victor Leighton who insisted on not sharing his past with anyone, including Violet. Victor doesn’t want Violet to feel sorry for him, Victor doesn’t want her to be around him out of pity. Therefore, for now, Victor is still sticking to his stance of not saying anything to Violet. But thinking back to Lovana’s words that he could not avoid, Victor thought that he did not want Violet to leave. When he heard that that hadn’t even happened yet, Victor felt upset. He really didn’t want to see Violet leave his side. Thinking about all of that made Victor furrow his brow. From everything Lovana had said and his unwavering stance, it was a shame that Victor had ended it with a new question accompanied by indecision. “Do I really love that girl?” Victor let out a short sigh then went back to thinking about it. He wondered t
“Even after doing that heinous thing, until this moment I didn’t think that I should apologize to you. Am I not disgusting... Mama?” Victor didn’t move. He had said many words but still did not change his position. “I know you must hate who I am now, even though I thought about it for a long time and still felt that this was not something you would like. But in the end, I chose to be like this. I chose to be a bad human being.” Victor even felt that he was not much lower than trash. And strangely enough, he chooses to live his life as an eyesore. Trash that refused to be removed. Victor looked up at the clear sky with a fond gaze. “I have no choice but to soil my body,” he said with a sad look. “I wouldn’t have been able to kill the pigs if I had refused to follow them into their mud pits. Therefore, I chose to become even more disgusting than my own enemies.” Rather than regretting being a bad person, Victor’s face seemed to say that he deeply regretted his sad life story. “Mama,
Violet finished cleaning herself. She was feeling very hot after spending the whole day outside and hadn't showered since her arrival at Victor's apartment. Violet didn't want to disturb Victor's rest, so she did everything very carefully so as not to make any noise. From eating to bathing.Violet didn't change her clothes. She wears the clothes she was wearing earlier because, once again, Violet doesn't want to bother Victor by whining about finding a change of clothes.Her hair was still wet, and she carried a small towel around to absorb the water. Violet went back to Victor's room to get her cardigan, she needed it because after her shower, she felt a little cold.But when her neutrals looked at Victor, she stopped. Violet canceled her intention to go straight out after picking up her cardigan which she placed on the chair in the room, and instead approached the bed where Victor was lying.Due to the size of the mattress, Violet's head could even be level with Victor's face ev
Violet immediately realized what she had just thought. She denied it: she wasn’t expecting Victor to open up to her! Violet didn’t want Victor to do what he did to another girl he trusted! Violet wasn’t expecting anything from Victor. But, in that instant of silence. Violet was made to roll her eyes at Victor’s next words. “Sleep here,” he said simply. Violet was stunned. “It’s okay, Victor. I can sleep somewhere else.” Violet politely declined after being thumped by Victor’s words. “There are no other rooms here. Sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Violet rounded her eyes. “That’s a big no-no!” she screeched in a high voice, causing Victor to shift his eyes to Violet who was now speechless from his actions. “I mean... you’re sick, how can you sleep on the couch!” Violet explained more calmly. “Then we’ll sleep together.” “Ha...?” Violet’s brain seemed to freeze for an instant. She needed time to digest what Victor had just said. And when she had a good grasp of it, she
Violet had been completely tight-lipped about what she was doing around the city park until she finally met up with Victor that afternoon.She just said that she was taking a leisurely stroll and enjoying herself. It was a classic excuse, but even so, Victor wouldn't be overly suspicious of her because it was a normal thing for everyone to do in the city park.Violet hid the truth, that she was actually meeting Maria Siesta ....Around nine in the morning, Violet left the mansion without anyone knowing except Lucy. She had come to Violet's room the day before, asked her about her meeting with Beatrice and then Violet had told her everything, including her plans to meet a woman named Maria.Lucy doesn't interfere, she lets Violet go to see Maria that morning.Violet came alone to the city park. According to the information she'd gotten from Beatrice, Maria, Victor's friend, lived in the vicinity of the park, where there was a small coffee shop.Violet read the paper address again
Violet glared, surprised. She had no idea that Maria would answer like that. “A longtime desire?” Violet repeated questioningly.“Victor used to say that he was going to sort out the feelings that were weighing him down, and that he could do that if he became who he is now. You know what? Victor is taken care of by a mob boss in this town, which is why he can have luxurious privileges like going to an elite school.”“So, the mafia is paying for Victor? Not someone from his family in New York?”Maria didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she chuckled. Did Violet’s question sound silly or funny?“New Yorkers don’t think Victor exists, or ever existed. They literally dumped Victor in a suburb like New Orleans,” Maria replied later. It seemed from the look in her eyes that she was actually upset about what Victor’s family had done to him. Yeah... not much different from Violet.“Do you know Victor’s story before he came to your orphanage?” Violet asked again.Maria nodded without hesitation
“Did Victor ever say anything about what he wanted to get back?” Maria paused, not answering right away. It seemed like she needed time to understand what Violet’s question meant. But it seemed that the length of time she took told Violet that Maria didn’t understand what Violet meant. “I mean, did he ever say that he had someone who owed him money and that he was going to collect it someday?”Maria nodded in understanding, still silent and thinking. “I don’t know,” her short answer dashed Violet’s hopes. “I’m sorry, Miss Violet. But Victor never said he would take what might once have been his. He just said he was going to make the people who were the reason his family was destroyed pay for what they did. He was going to kill those people and I think he’s already accomplished part of his goal.”Hearing the word ‘kill’ made Violet’s hair stand up. Yes... she should have gotten used to the fact that Victor was not a good person.“Have you ever heard of names like Matthias? Or Tobias W