Chapter 21: A roller coaster of emotions

VICTOR'S POV.

I had spent about two weeks in coma at the hospital before nature let me see full sunlight and not the one that peeped in from the glass windows into the hospital ward room. If it was one thing, darkness has always helped me to process every plans and even right now, the room room in the darkness was my only hub to work my strategy in getting back at David.

All my life, I've watched David, always loved — he has always been the favorite child of my mother. It bothered me a lot to realize that and after I did my very best to get over it, he pulled this stunt again. He sent Jessica over to show me some freaking fake diary and letter. Rage surged through me. I could feel my veins swell up to my knuckle and so I clenched it, gritting my teeth and spat out once my mind lingered to David.

It was just too petty even for David that he would go to such lengths to forge my mothers handwriting just to make me believe some story that I had something called the dark triad.

People have always been justified for whatever doing they did. Mine wasn't an exception and instead of him to own up to all the way I was ill-treated, compensate me with every freaking legacy, he comes up a dark triad as some petty excuse. I was fire not to be tampered with and so — I will show him darkness and he will hear my name in his burns.

I didn't have much to work with in the hospital ward. All thanks to my men who were with me. They ensured that I got everything I wanted. That is the exact definition of loyalty and they would be always be rewarded.

I shut my eyes to reflect on my previous attacks, I have always tried to contain damage. My target was my business and not the three-year-old that was sitting close to him. But maybe thats the problem. The three-year-old should not be associating or sitting near him to begin with. Any form of contact is a way of contacting his personality and I would be saving the three-year-old from becoming a monster like him is to execute him as well.

At first, the plan sounded absurd in my head but then I knew that it was the only thing that made sense at that point in time and I convinced myself that I was going to go with that. Properties too shouldn't be spared as the grounds he steps foot in needs to be purified.

At first, all these were nothing but non established ideas, but as I got back to my penthouse, I gave it another deep thought and that was when I realized that I was going to execute the plan. It was a done thought.

I looked across the window of my penthouse down to the city, I stared on with my hands in pocket, the streets light shining into this room that was eerily dark and silent. My mind spiraled to Jessica, she was the only thing he held dear and now, I wouldn't be a villain, it's just going to be a mere game where I succeed my setting fire on the city and watching just David alone burn from it. The cries of agony that played in my head made me miss as if it were mere fantasy.

DAVID'S POV

Are you sure about this?I raised my voice to ensure that the information I had just received had been confirmed and not a false one.

I nodded my head and hung up the call thinking deep of what I was going to do next. Victor had been discharged from the hospital and so I felt guilty for not going to visit him in the hospital especially when the injury was from our end, however, the undercover family doctor advised that it was best I stayed away to prevent any elevated emotions from Victor. His dark triad especially now we had told him, would be more aggressive. I sunked out a breath I had been holding onto while the doctor spoke. All I wanted was this war to end but .. I was pretty sure. Just too sure.

Im sure he was already planning what to do next and I was left with no option that anticipating towards it. Some part of me guessed he was going to become more ruthless or maybe he was going to tone down the violence to a notch.

We wont be in this situation if it wasn't Jessica. I was already getting used to the serenity and oasis we started to form for ourselves. She just had to spoil everything. She was so persistent on knowing everything about the past that I felt like showing her everything was going to calm her down, make her feel safe and carry her along but I had no idea she was going to become this ruthless — not thoughtful..

And shooting Victor, that was the worst of it all. Ever since Victor and I have been putting up with dance of ours, and dancing to it's rhythm, I never did dare so much as to lifting up a gun with the intention of shooting him or even defending, but Just one bullet from her led him to a coma.

I had to start planning and expecting dangerous things that would happen, I knew he wouldn't back down, but one side of me hoped that he would have projects and forget this one.

And Jessica, since that day, I've avoided her. If she could trigger a shot at Victor for mere coming towards her, what recklessness did she need to show again before I certified her as harmful. I don't even think I can look at Jessica again, even though she thinks she is trying to do whats right, there are things like this that would usually escalate situations more than they ought to be and somehow, I hoped she had learnt her lesson after this.

JESSICAS POV

David has absolutely deserted me. We stayed in the same house with cooks and drivers and guards but I still felt alone now more than ever with every passing time. Especially when I needed to be touched, especially when I needed to forget what I had done. It was like a nightmare that bit into onto me and wouldn't let go, the firing of the gun wasn't meant to happen. I had never even touched a gun until that very moment. I really thought letting Victor know everything I knew would make the whole conflict die down. I had no idea I was going to make things worse. I should have just listened to David but instead, I played smart — fixing up music loud and sneaking out of the house. He had noticed but never thought I'd do against his command and now, it has kept me in trouble.

After all the screw ups that centered around me, I really tried to contain it this time around but it felt hard. I guess it's just in my nature and it's something I need to start working on before it actually takes someone's life. God forbid anything happens to David because of me. I would totally lose myself and my world would definitely crumble with or without warning. At the thought of it, I was slipping away from reality.

After processing all these closet of heavy emotions, I couldn't help but release them into the air from my heavy eyes. My family wasn't the best of families but I was able to make this work in the art gallery and now, I stood here with no idea what I'm doing exactly. It doesn't even help matters that David had totally shut himself from me as if I don't even matter. I mean, to be honest, why wouldn't he? I almost killed his brother. Whether or not they were strained, I should have minded my business and just stayed true to our reality and now, love felt like it was finally slipping through my hands despite my grip on it.

A tear had slipped from my eyes out, but once I wiped it off, it rolled down my cheeks nonstop that expressing my regret was through crying. At the last of it, I wiped my face off with the back of my palm and thought of ways to move on and stop moping about the past.

If it was one thing I had unconsciously learnt from David, it was — bottling up emotions. That emotions slowed down the most necessary things that needed to be attended to.

And now, I swore — to prepare myself for the worst to come because this wasn't about just anyone, it was Victor — the spelling of ruthlessness.

As I exhaled, it starts to feel like I was getting familiar with these sequence of chaos and as if all that was left to do was to wait for him to come and to strike!