The Obsession of Revenge
Does it hurt?
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David stepped quickly, went into the glass room and approached a pair of marshy beaks relaxing with warm tea.
“How could you leave him alone like that?” the story is full of emotion.
Margaret who was none other than her mother then replied, “Isn't it good to make it as bait and keep your parents safe?”
“Umpan? Is that worth it?”
“Why not?”
“Didn't I say to never touch her again, or do I not want to be the heir to this clan!”
“David,” call Barrack Aurora with his heavy voice. “Do not fight your mother again, go.”
“If you want to save him, you must remain the clan leader to fight Allard Washington. Otherwise, you won't be able to,” added Barrack.
David sniffed violently, stepping away full of emotion.
A dozen years ago when David was a child, his parents suddenly brought a little girl to the house. Yada Aurora was four years old.
Previously David was the only child of the Aurora family, and Yada's presence made him feel less lonely. He loved her very much, thinking of Yada as a sister.
Margaret and Barrack's treatment of Yada was very different, not like they treated her. Both of his parents were rude, even liking to snap at him. Although they did not hesitate to give Yada a last name, and flaunt her as the only daughter of the Aurora family.
The more he grew up, the more David could not bear to see all that. And ever since he took control of the Barrack mafia clan, he started to figure out where Yada came from. However, the result was never found. In fact, David only knew that his beloved sister was not his biological sister.
One month ago, he got the assignment to go abroad. Messaging his parents to treat Yada well, because otherwise David would let go of the clan he had been leading. That's a threat to Barrack and Margaret. But who would have thought if the threat did not apply, he still lost Yada which was used as bait for the safety of his parents.
Where are you Yada?
Someone knocked on the door of his room and entered. The well-built man gave some documents to David.
“Master, this is a list of companies under the leadership of Allard Washington.”
David glanced at the piece of paper, returning his gaze back at the man. “How about Yada?”
“Not found any trace of miss, Mr.”
David pursed the base of his nose. “Go.”
“Good, Mr.”
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Yada stood in front of the mirror, looking at his dirty body as well as bruises in various places. He smiled cynically. No more blows since the last blow given by Barrack when he was thirteen years old, but now it is only given by others. Twelve years of his unharmed life have been prepared for this day.
He opened the cloth stall attached to his body, leaving his body that was now completely naked. Slowly, Yada stepped in, entering a bath that was filled with hot water. He grimaced in pain, as the water turned red.
Yada looks up at the bathroom ceiling, re-imagining her now vaguely lost childhood.
“Mammi, is this beautiful?”
“It's very pretty, Darling.”
“Of course.”
“But Mammi, why is there a scribble on my back? I tried to eliminate it while taking a shower, but the nurse said this can not be lost.”
“It's not a scribble, dear, it's a sign if you belong to Mammi and Daddy.”
Yada remembers when a young and beautiful woman gently recounted the origin of the image on her back. From the story, Yada was then two years old but instead had to endure the pain of ink needles piercing his skin to make a membership mark. Cruel, but this thing runs inside a mafia clan.
“Mammi ...” his moans endure pain all over the body.
Yada remembered, his life should have been fine. A woman he called Mammi was a gentle and very kind woman. It should not be Margaret who is known as her Mamminya now. Unfortunately, it was only that childhood incident that Yada remembered. Either the woman in his memory was Margaret either not. But clearly, Margaret had no markings on her back. Yada's memories were like puzzles that he had to solve by himself.
Time had already shown the dinner hour, and Yada remembered that he had to accompany the crazy man to eat. So that your pain will decrease.
He let his wounds open without the dabbing of drugs and bandages. The pretty blood red dress that Allard had prepared fused with her body and white skin color as white as fresh milk. She is very beautiful, plus natural makeup and some other jewelry.
Aurora Yada. Having a big last name doesn't make your life okay. Her thought.
A servant came into his room. As expected, surely someone will make sure if he is ready or not.
“I'm ready. Where should I go?”
“Please follow me, Miss.”
This was the first time Yada had seen the entire house that had locked her up for several days. Almost eighty percent of the walls of the house are glass, so the dense forest out there can be seen from inside the house.
Her straight leg continued to step even though it was slightly wobbly from enduring the pain. Even some of his wounds were still spitting out fresh blood.
The pounding sound of the higheels he was wearing made Allard who was sitting in the dining room turn towards him for a moment. Yada sat right next to him.
“Am I eating with a Zombie? You're so terrible.”
Yada blinked, his gaze straight ahead. Not paying attention to Allard's words at all. Allard looked at him sharply.
Allard gave a signal to serve dinner.
Two servings of beef steak on the table, with almond bean sauce as a complement. Allard sliced off his part, ate it deliciously. While Yada was just flinching like a statue.
“I'm allergic to peanuts,” said Yada before Allard asked.
Allard looked at him, then asked the waiter to change Yada's food plate.
This should be the best meal he had eaten in the past few days. Yada ate it willingly. Didn't think Allard would add poison to that meal, as his position was now a hostage to blackmail the Aurora family.
Allard sucked food into his mouth, while his gaze continued to be fixed on the wound on Yada's arm that had been soaked by drops of blood.
This woman, isn't it just a spoiled woman in the Aurora family? Why is his self-control so great.
Allard touched the wound, leaving Yada stunned and staring at him.
“Does this hurt, Miss?” ask Allard intentionally.
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