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
Victor opened the wide door with his two small hands. His body was thin, his eye sockets large and rather dark. From a physical point of view, it was definitely not a sign that he was doing well. Especially with his dragging and limping steps, his appearance was enough to invite pity from anyone who saw him. But apparently, the man with the sharp eyes staring down at him from the dining table didn’t feel that way.“Good morning, Victor.” The voice greeted him. Victor looked right at his uncle who had just placed a glass of his best quality milk on the table. “Sit down, enjoy your breakfast.”Little Victor never raised his head when he was talking to Connor. Either it was out of fear or he simply didn’t want to look at the face of the person who was the reason his life was turning upside down like it was now.With limping steps, Victor reached the bench and sat down. An unusually large amount of sumptuous food was served, but none of it was enough to whet Victor’s appetite. He just loo
When he asked that, it was like his mother had just been reminded of something important that she had forgotten. She hurried over to the chair she was sitting in and brought a plate that she had no idea what was on it.Rose brought it to Victor. And when Rose showed Victor the contents of the medium-sized plate, the boy was silent with his mouth slightly open. “Do you want to have breakfast with Mama?” asked Rose softly and sweetly. She was like the old Rose who always invited Victor to breakfast with her angelic smile, and Victor would happily accept her invitation.But now, when Victor found out what food his mother had brought, the goosebumps were unbearable. Come on... he had just felt happy that things were slowly normalizing, should he repeat something he hated to the point of being traumatized?“Mama ....”“Victor, I went to the kitchen when you weren’t here earlier. I made this porridge especially for you, you’ll love its sweetness. Come here, let me feed you.”Contrary to his
Victor was surprised by Rose’s question. He couldn’t answer anything with his trembling lips, his two gray eyes clearly radiating anxiety. Since he was silent, it was taken as a justification by his mother.Rose let Victor go and walked over to the table, she picked up the fruit knife that Victor had been unlucky not to put away before his mother woke up this morning. Victor of course ran as fast as he could, he kept the hand holding the fruit knife from reaching any part of his mother’s body.“Mommy, stop!” he screeched, but Rose seemed to fall completely deaf.“WHAT KIND OF MOTHER AM I? WHY AM I SO STUPID AS TO UNKNOWINGLY HURT THE CHILD I LOVE SO MUCH!?” The woman roared, cursing herself with various curses. It felt like she could no longer breathe. Those wounds must not have been inflicted in a single act, she must have injured Victor more than once to the point that she could no longer count the number of wounds.“Mama, don’t do this! I’m fine!”“Shut up, Victor! I’ve made you su
There was one thing that Maria Siesta could not miss every day. It was the thing she loved the most, the thing that could always make her heart pound even at the mere thought of it. "Verlaine...!" Yes, it was seeing Verlaine, someone precious and the only person who considered her precious. Maria quickened her footsteps, rushing to hug Verlaine happily. Verlaine hugged her back equally tightly, as his nose absorbed Maria's intoxicating scent. A moment after she released his embrace, they made out passionately as a sign of their love. "You look happy, Maria. Did you achieve your goal?" asked Verlaine after the lip-link was broken. Maria nodded enthusiastically. Confirming what Verlaine had asked. "You even came this early, so eager to tell me?" "No," Maria replied, then laid her head on Verlaine's broad chest. Hugging the man tighter. "I missed you, Verlaine. We didn't see each other all day yesterday," she said in a spoiled tone. Verlaine raised his eyebrows before putting on a s