Braelyn’s POV
"Why did you have to go this far?" I was curious. It felt like this wasn’t just him trying to prove the people who always looked down at him wrong. It felt like so type of hidden agenda.
Lucien remained unfazed by the question as he had long prepared for this mont. His calm pristine deanour reminded of Raphael. It was scary how they were getting more similar day by day. "Because I have a debt I must repay... hatred makes people surpass themselves."
His eyes slowly turned icy cold. He was staring at waiting for my reaction. Hatred, I frown. Did he hate his family that much?
"I thought you said you didn’t actually hate Raphael and only found him annoying." I blurted out rembering what he said previously, when I had asked him if he hated Raphael.
Lucien scoffed. "I don’t hate him, only find him as an eyesore. What I hate isn’t Raphael but the family he was born into?" He stated..
He hated his family. "You hate your family," I muttered slowly, placing the coffee down. Our gaze t. "Is it because of how they treated you?" I could not help but ask.
Lucien always acted nonchalant to the snarky comnts and insults. I thought he didn’t care, but it seed like he held a grudge.
He smirked and sothing dark flickered on his face. "Only if it were that easy. They treated like an outcast which I don’t bla Olivia for ..." His voice drawled as he got drawn into mories.
"If you look at things from their point of view, my mother was the reason her perfect family fell apart. She could not touch mum or tornt a dead woman, so she channelled her resentnt to ." He started to narrate.
His voice was detached from emotion, like he wasn’t talking about his past. It was like every other feeling he felt for his family was dead. The only thing he felt was probably deep-rooted hatred.
"The villain changes based on the point of view but that isn’t it...that isn’t worth all this." He admitted, a long tired sigh slipped out of his lips
"Sorry," I muttered. I didn’t know why, but I felt it was right. His eyes snapped to . He smiled at my response.
"You did nothing wrong Lynn. You are not those bastards." He spat. I started to play with my fingers. The tension in the room was slowly turning unbearable.
"The reason for all this might sound childish. Maybe I was a child desperate for love, or maybe I needed another excuse, who knows, but I want to snatch what they treasure the most and watch them in ruins...." My breath hitched. The level of vindication in his eyes said enough about his feelings.
"I want to know...I won’t judge even if it feels childish." My voice was gentle, he seed lost, and if he didn’t achieve his goals, he wasn’t going to stop. New Horizon was a large group. How many years of planning in the shadows did it take for him to achieve this?
"They took her away." He said and sothing struck. "They killed the only person who would have possibly loved ." He laughed..
His mother. My breath hitched. Was this all to avenge his mother? I didn’t know much about her death it was among those taboo topics never spoken of by the Volkov
They might have killed her after all she was a howrecker in their view. From the official story she died due to pregnancy complications but from what Lucien was suggesting the truth might be further
A cruel smile curled up his lips. "They killed your mother," I muttered as he shook his head.
"Not exactly. Katerina killed my mother and left alive, regretting every day I breathe. They kept on painting as the villain like I was the one who had an affair with her husband..." He laughed.
Katerina. My eyes went wide. That was Ronan’s mother, Raphael’s grandmother. She killed her husband’s mistress.
"Oh my.." I gasped. I never knew the Volkov had blood on their hands.
"I will make this short." He stated.
"Katerina Volkov, my stepmother.. Gregor’s wife..." he laughed, but it was the bitter type filled with resentnt.
"She killed my mother, Nadia, but maybe for whatever reason, spared , probably to have sothing to tornt for the sin her husband caused."
I gulped. He was losing
"But that’s not the worst part. Gregor knew his wife killed his mistress instead of exposing her, he hid it perfectly because they couldn’t afford a scandal that would ruin the family’s reputation and cost them money..."
"He perfectly hid all the evidence, and in his way to pay back the debt, he favoured on the surface, but that only drew the resentnt of his wife and children."
How was he going to get revenge when both Gregor and Katerina were dead? I didn’t understand, I thought he loved his father. I rembered the night in the rain. He looked like soone who lost everything.
"That isn’t all.." I stated he slowly nodded then drew in a deep breath. "How did you uncover the truth?" I asked. Sothing like that was well hidden; there was no way Lucien casually found out.
It made wonder if Raphael knew and that was the reason he warned constantly.
"You know I ntioned studying dicine," he recalled, and the mory of the night in Joel’s kitchen imdiately ca to mind.
"You already know that story. I always had my suspicion about my mother’s death, but didn’t have any proof or convincing story until I ca to this country to study." His tone dipped, and chills ran through my spine.
"Gregor hid the truth well, even after Katerina’s death, but he made two mistakes: one was letting live. Katerina would have also killed , and the second was letting study abroad, forgetting about my mother’s family identity." My eyes went wide. No way.
"So you are..." He stole the rest of the words from my lips
"Yes, my mother was an Orlov. Her na was Nadia Orlova, the only daughter of the Orlov family." Everything was slowly falling in place.
Orlov was his maternal surna. Was Nadia’s death the cause of the feud between families?
"I ca across my cousin while I was studying and discovered the truth and that was just the start...of everything until I take what Gregor sacrificed my mother for. Volkov Apex holdings"
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