“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
“Wh-what?” “I almost killed him. I thought it would be fun before we see the main show, right? Too bad I didn’t take you to see it.” “I feel lucky that you didn’t ask me to see it,” Maria interrupted. Verlaine shifted his gaze to her, visibly disgusted but trying to hold it in. “Why did you do that, Verlaine? Isn’t that not in our agreement?” Verlaine laughed ridiculously, laughing at Maria’s stupid question. “What did I do wrong? He’s our enemy, right? You hate him too much and want to give him his comeuppance, don’t you?” “But not by hurting him!” Verlaine widened his eyes as Maria’s loud voice startled him. She was stunned, reluctant to move even though she was disgusted that Maria’s ramblings had to add another verse. “I helped you provide information about her and her weaknesses, I also promised to stay by your side until the end. But why did you do something I didn’t like? I told you that I didn’t want Victor to get scratched, and you agreed to that. But you just casually sa
Victor was not in New Orleans at the moment. As the man had said earlier, he had actually left for his birthplace two days ago. Violet was sent home as soon as Victor finished getting ready. After dropping Violet off, he went straight to the airport. And just like he said, he brought Lovana along. "She's obedient too, even though I was just joking when I said I'd be her mother," Violet muttered as she brushed her hair. She laughed, finding it funny what she didn't think Victor Leighton would do. He obeyed Violet's call to bring a doctor with him. Not long after, Violet sighed heavily. She propped up her chin and looked closely at her reflection in her vanity mirror. Even though two days had passed, Violet still often thought about Victor's business in New York. Yes, it was possible that he had an assignment or job there. But since New York was the place where she ended up the way she is now, Violet had a sneaking suspicion that Victor was there to avenge her. For some reason, think
“Is it Victor?” asked Maria, with a look in her eyes that Violet had never seen before. Violet seemed to hesitate to answer, making Maria wait and finally said, “It doesn’t matter who picked you up. I’m just glad you called me when you were okay.” Maria put on her bright smile again. It made Violet think that the uncomfortable feeling was only because of her, not because Maria had suddenly put on a cold face with her sharp gaze. Violet returned her smile in kind, and then the journey continued until they arrived at their destination. Violet had no idea where Maria would take her. They arrived at a crowded place. The atmosphere was a little different than the others. The taxi stopped near an intersection, in front of a rather busy restaurant. “You must not have had breakfast,” Maria said after paying for the taxi. Violet didn’t deny that she hadn’t had breakfast because she was too excited to meet Maria. They entered the restaurant and headed upstairs. “Eating while looking at the c