The Obsession of Revenge

*FEELINGS

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The highest emotional point of a person is silence, and so is Yada. These past few weeks the beautiful woman had only been silent and never said a word, even she would be silent no matter how much Allard abused her. Like a puppet that only its master can control.

I don't care anymore, my life and death feel the same.

Many times Allard tortured her, abused her, and also spoke harsh words. I don't know what Yada has to do, which is sure it won't be useful to him. He better shut up.

Tonight at the dinner table, Yada is already pretty in the red dress she wears and Allard is sitting right next to her. The man thrust a small black box at him. Then, a waiter opened the small box.

One more jewelry collection that he got from Allard, it is certain that the necklace is the result of a product launch made by a company that has long since left Yada.

“Did you miss your company? Sitting in the CEO chair?” ask Allard.

Yada just fell silent and looked at the necklace. He remembered this design. A necklace that he designed himself with a meaning that symbolizes darkness. This was the design when he was eighteen, when Yada failed to escape the clutches of the Aurora clan.

“Attractive theme,” says Allard. “It was unexpected that a woman who lived so happily in a rich family could describe the dark side of a life.”

Yada raised his gaze, staring flat at Allard's face. “Because darkness is the other side of my real life,” said Yada.

“Darkness for living among cruel people full of vengeance like you,” Yada added then fell silent again.

Allard looked at him sharply. As far as Allard is concerned, the person Yada and he met was only Allard. Is there anyone else behind his words?

“What do you mean?” Allard.

“You never digested my words well, Sir. Just ignore.”

“I'm done with my dinner.”

Yada put the dinnerware to the side of the plate, and sat quietly with a blank look again. He won't be able to leave until Allard allows it. While Allard, just continued to look at him with a sense of wonder.

What does he mean?

 

Tonight, Darren asks to meet with Allard. Because the man said there was something important that he had to tell Allard about the Aurora clan.

Allard went to meet Darren and Yoland in the nightclub. In fact he had almost lost his way to blackmail the Aurora clan. Throwing Yada away is no longer useful. The proof was that the Aurora clan did not act at all, they also ignored the threats that Allard gave.

“In the past, rumors circulated that Margaret Aurora had an illness that required her to have surgery,” Darren said.

“Oophorectomy,” Darren added.

“Egg removal?” sambar Yoland's.

“Yes! He raised it on the left and right.”

“When did it happen?” ask Yoland.

“Twenty-eight years ago.”

Yoland nodded, as did Allard. All three were equally confused by the news that Darren had found out. Yada Aurora has just turned twenty-six this year, and how could Margaret have had an oophorectomy. While everyone knows, if the woman undergoing the surgery will not be able to have children again.

“Yada Aurora's birth certificate is also not found,” Darren said.

“Is Yada Aurora not their daughter?” coined.

While Allard just fell silent and did not issue any speculation. His mind struggled with the statements made by his two colleagues.

You have to remember, holding me hostage won't give you any advantage.

You never digested my words well, sir. Just ignore.

Suddenly Yoland took out something from inside her bag. An X-ray by Yada Aurora. Yolanda explained the results.

“She had a crack on the left side of her bone, and this could have been caused by a hard blow. And again, this wound he had for approximately two years.”

“When did you start investigating?” ask Darren.

“There is always something stuck about that woman. He also has some old scars on his back. So I started investigating.”

Allard was increasingly thinking about Yada's stubbornness earlier. How the woman spoke with such disdain that Allard would not benefit from keeping her.

“Can the Aurora clan torture him? Yada Aurora is not part of the clan? That's the reason they didn't act at all?” Darren wonders.

All those questions could only be answered by Yada Aurora. Allard who heard all of those things immediately went out of the night club privateroom to return to his mansion.

While Darren and Yoland were still talking together there, thinking about the greatest possibility that Yada was indeed not part of the Aurora clan.

 

In the room, Yada was looking out the window. The atmosphere of the night accompanied by a dark lush forest, he described if that was what his life was like today. But the difference is, the forest looks calmer compared to him.

Yada walked towards her dresser, taking a picture from inside the drawer.

This is all I have as an answer to my life. But I'll never know the truth. Inner Yada.

Yada was surprised, when suddenly someone entered the room by slamming the door strongly. His reflexes turned his face, looking at Allard who had hurriedly walked up to him.

Allard clasped his shoulder and turned Yada's body, tearing off the evening gown worn by the beautiful woman. Instantly Allard fell silent, seeing some scars on Yada's back.

“Since when have you had this scar?” ask Allard.

Yada put away the clutch of Allard's arm then turned around. “You don't need to ask.”

“Say Yada!” allard said with great emphasis.

Yada. “Don't you know if I was raised by a mafia family? No wonder I have some scars, right?”

True to what Yada said, Allard had even more scars on his body. But no matter how ruthless the mafia families are, they won't make a woman's pretty body have scars. The body is the most precious treasure for a woman.

As Allard's gaze fell upon the table, a white piece of paper with a carved image of Yada's. He recognized the picture. Allard ignored Yada, switching focus to the image.

“How did you make it? Where did you see this picture?”

Yada took the picture leaflet forcibly. “You don't need to know it, Allard!”

“Tell me!”

Allard's sharp gaze pointed at him, his face flushed with hardened jaws, his hands clutching Yada's shoulders and shaking the body of the beautiful woman.

“Say!” snapped Allard.

“I don't know!”

“Say Yada!”

“I really don't know!” pekik Yada frustrated.

Suddenly Yada's head felt dizzy as Allard continuously pressed on him. He fainted and was unconscious.

How can you draw it?

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