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
Violet didn’t object. In fact, she was very happy. A cute keychain that matched the color of her hair would make her remember Maria with great joy. She... who would never have thought she could be this close to Maria. And Maria... who would never have guessed that Victor’s chosen girl would be so stupid that it would be easy for him to trick her. She couldn’t wait to see what would happen. “Violet, want to look at some clothes? There’s a cheap but good quality clothing store here!” Maria offered enthusiastically. Violet would naturally nod in agreement. Maria took her hand, leading the girl to the place she was referring to. A clothing store across the street. It was quite crowded because maybe what Maria said was true. It wasn’t an expensive and luxurious boutique, but the atmosphere wasn’t much different from the one in Violet’s hometown. So when she entered, Violet felt nostalgic. They explored the clothing store, which wasn’t that big and spacious. Refreshing their eyes by lo
The door was rudely opened and then violently closed. The sound was deafening, indicating that the owner of the room was in an emotionally unstable state. It wasn't unusual for him to be so incensed by the mere presence of his long-estranged nephew. The whiny child who once could only crawl at his feet, begging for a favor from him who didn't care at all. The snot-nosed child returned to his presence with an appearance he never expected. "Mafia...," he muttered in a worried tone. The old man nibbled on his fingernails, unable to mask the worry that was clearly depicted on his wrinkled face. He couldn't believe that the boy he threw away 20 years ago had grown up to be such a dangerous figure, in the same class as the mafia, dirty criminals who could wash their hands so cleanly. Connor really didn't expect something like this to come his way. He was probably just waiting to be finished off by his own nephew and begging would have no impact. After all, he was the one who closed his e
Four days had passed since Victor's return to New Orleans, but Violet hadn't seen a peep out of him. Violet hadn't called him, because the last time Victor had called while she was rushing home, he'd said that he had some business to take care of when he arrived in New Orleans. Violet didn't want to bother Victor, so she didn't call him first. Today, as usual, Violet spent her morning after tea doing things inside the mansion. She no longer went out to meet with informants, the last time she communicated with a good informant named Maria Siesta and ended up losing contact since the last day they met. Violet regretted it... she wished she could meet Maria again and chat like two very close friends. Violet's question about what Victor is doing in his hometown remains unanswered. Violet didn't know where to go to find out, and she was desperate for an answer. Violet doesn't find out for her own sake, but she admits that she's genuinely curious as Victor's woman. She thinks she has the