The Obsession of Revenge
*SHOULD I?
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Yada sits on a dining table chair in her apartment alone. Pondered with a raging mind. After a long time back into the family, the same treatment is still repeated. Yada could die if he continued to be there. She decided for today she would stay in the apartment given by Laura. He's not going back to that house anymore.
Yada's daydream was scrapped when she heard the sound of the door opening. He immediately went to see who was coming. Instantly his steps came to a halt as the figure of a well-built man stood right in front of him at this moment. Yada's gaze nailed to him. The man who took everything from him.
I thought I wouldn't see him again.
Allard stepped past him. He sat on the sofa with his legs resting on each other. The man lit a cigarette, and smoked it. His gaze was sharp straight ahead. His presence made the atmosphere inside the apartment change instantly.
“You are not ready for everything.”
The baritone voice echoed, making the entire body shudder in horror. It was as if there was poison in every sentence. Yada was still nailing at his position. He just kept standing there. No leaving, nor turning around to see Allard.
“You always behave like that.”
Allard turned off the cigarette. Move closer to Yada. The beautiful woman swallowed her saliva when Allard was right behind her. He did not want to turn around, only wanted to leave immediately if he could and as much as possible avoid the evil man.
The man watched her intensely. That's right what Laura said. Yada was just an ordinary woman who had a weak mentality. She did not have the high courage as the daughter of a famous mafia. The woman grows up under the torment of the Aurora family. It is appropriate if the attitude is very weak and easily depressed. If only he had been raised by his own family, perhaps the woman standing before him now had the same person as Zinth. But on the other hand, this woman still had a stubborn attitude like her brother. Maybe he can still be trained.
“What did you get after returning to the Aurora residence? A slap?”
Allard touched Yada's shoulder and turned the woman's body to face her. Yada pressed down on all her terrified expressions towards the man and as much as possible looked at his face. Vaguely those painful memories resurfaced. A dark memory during Allard's confinement inside the mansion. To hurt him, and to take away his honor. Why is this guy so bastard?
The man smiled faintly seeing the woman before him still daring to look at him. Allard can't wait to train her as an arrogant woman, changing her attitude to brave, and dissident. There would be nothing he feared in this world anymore. He will be the most feared and deadly weapon.
“Did that slap hurt so much that you cried?”
“I'm not crying!” Yada emphasized her raucous voice.
“Your eyes are flushed, and you ran away from that house.”
“They will lock me up and kill me!”
“No! If you don't fight them and keep going. Live your life like in the past when you don't know anything. Be a good daughter of the Aurora family. You're pretty good at controlling yourself, aren't you?”
His fingers were clenching tighter. Allard asked him to act as if nothing had happened. Yada could not do so, his self-control was not so strong given the fact that the family was a kidnapper who was willing to lock up a little girl and torture her just for revenge. All of this is too unfair. If you can, Yada wants to immediately find out everything that happened and demands a reply to the family.
“Good. Getting back to them is not a good thing. You're just a weak woman.” Allard trifled with it, and it offended Yada. But what Allard said was true, Yada could not do anything against the Aurora family while having nothing. The Aurora family is very powerful.
“You will take training. I'll take care of you myself.”
The training?
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“Mam, why did you hit him?”
“That damn woman, she dares oppose me.”
“What are you doing? You scolded him just because of a lowly servant! Isn't she your daughter?”
“David, don't always stress if she's my daughter. She's not my daughter!”
“At least until now that's the reality he knows!”
“Don't waste your time worrying about David! Think of Allard Washington who just keeps attacking us!”
David just left. He did not even pay attention to Margaret who was shouting to call his name back. A son of a big mafia how could he ignore his duties and would rather pay attention to a bunch of little pests. Totally useless.
David should have stayed home today and watched. Maybe his sister wouldn't just leave, and Margaret wouldn't hurt him. He's so sorry.
David drank a glass of hard wine before he finally got a call from Yada. The man hurriedly received the call and showered Yada with a row of questions.
“I'm worried about you!”
'I'm doing fine. I'll take care of myself. You don't worry about me anymore. Take good care of yourself.'
The voice call was interrupted when David had not had time to talk much to him. Yada accidentally shuts herself off from David. The beautiful woman was worried that one day she would fight the Aurora family that David was involved in.
I'm sorry David. In the next life, I hope our destiny will be even better.
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Being born into a mafia family is not an expected destiny. If he could choose, he better have a simple life. At the very least, his life journey would be better and not to get involved in the terrible affairs of revenge.
The few people he saw while passing through the passageway were struggling to train themselves. Every inch that cuts and bleeds isn't too shredded. They seek strength, strength to defend the clan and protect themselves. Those people were so devoted to their clan.
What did this horrible life bring. Not just punches and threats and revenge. Some friends, family members, and loved ones become their bets. But why could they happily give up their lives as well as everything they had?
Yada enough to see all that training with a pounding heart. Until his steps stopped in a closed room that occasionally created a gunshot sound that echoed from within. Shooting room. Yada immediately remembered his dream. Someone had taught him that since he was a child. Yep!
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