VENUS REVENGE
Chapters 2. The Beginning of the Story
Jean closed her eyes, shedding her life. A flash of the shadow of the past appeared in the eye space.
A cute girl dressed simply, walked away quickly. That night his usual bicycle breaks down, forcing Jean to lead him home. He always goes the same way. It's just, somehow that night his chest was beating faster. Jean could not understand why she was suddenly afraid.
His heart was relieved when his eyes saw the orphanage building he had lived in so far was near. Worries gone. His steps accelerated impatiently. He got a little bonus from the boss where he worked.
The food he brought would have been a grab for the sisters of one home. Her smile bloomed imagining the crowd inside the warm house.
“Akh!”
An old bicycle and shopping bag filled with food, fell by the side of the road.
The silhouette of two burly figures in a Long suit, dragging a woman with a horse braid, into the waiting van. Before long the car left, leaving the bicycle lying in the silence of the night, the outskirts of town.
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Three months passed.
A lavish wedding party was held in the city of Oakenvalle. The marriage of the noble families of Von Amstel and Baron Holloway.
The two families united their sons and daughters in marriage. All the distinguished families, nobles, and city officials enlivened the party.
However, everyone understood that the marriage of the nobles was not based on love. It was a business wedding. A marriage that is both economic and profitable..
Many regretted the city's beautiful jewel of marrying Hugo von Amstel who was rumored to have been married and had a son. The news is that his wife died on their vacation at sea.
No one would believe that if Baroness Frisia Holloway, the city's nymph could fall in love with a handsome marble statue that was cold and stiff and unpopular.
More than that, the reputation of the Von Amstel family is actually not too good. They are not a popular family that other families would approach willingly.
It is common knowledge that Damon von Amstel was iron-handed against his own family. And it is alleged that the public as the leader of a ruthless mafia that will eliminate anyone who becomes his enemy.
But of course, no one dared to voice it out clearly. Afraid of himself disappearing is not necessarily the jungle.
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Four months later.
Jean wakes up in a simple log cabin. The warm air in the hut, filled with the scent of firewood.
He tried to turn his head, find out where the sound of the burning wood came from. But then it ended with a slashing groan. He felt a lot of pain all over his body.
“Finally you realize too.” A burly middle-aged man with gray brown hair, came over.
“Who are you!”
Despite having to endure the pain, the woman still tried to stay away. Panic was evident on his face.
“Don't move too much. Your body has not recovered properly,” he warned.
The answer is like a guide to Jean's memory. Gradually he could remember what he was going through.
“Monster was able to kick me down from the helicopter!” his his hisses were full of overflowing anger.
“May I know who monster you mean?” ask Falcon calmly. He still kept his distance from Jean, so that the woman would not panic and move too much.
“The man who married me by force, then kicked me into the sea to take my son and marry the daughter of a mayor!”
The Falcon could see the flames of vengeance blazing in the eyes of the woman lying weakly in front of him.
“You fainted too long. I treated you with potluck medicine for seven months, you know?” Falcon explained.
“Seven months?” pekik. Panic suddenly ambushed him. Then the cloud shed all the light in his eyes. Finally Jean could only close her eyes in despair.
“How can I avenge if time has passed so long?” muttered. Then what came out of his lips was a sobbing.
“My son, I miss him …. I miss you, Moreno,” is barely audible.
“Vengeance knows no time. You can do it when you are ready and able. I can help you, if you want.” Falcon offered himself.
"Do you mean it?"
Jean's eyes clearly showed disbelief. But he managed to swallow a cynical smile that almost popped out. However, he must be polite to the person who has helped his life.
With certainty, the Falcon nodded.
“Really? What favor? Are you willing to come there to kill him?” The sparkle of hope within those green eyes reappeared. Makes it sparkle as beautiful as emeralds.
Falcon nodded and smiled. He walked to the fireplace. Picked and poured something into the container in his hand. Then take her to Jean's bed.
“The first step is to take your medicine to get well quickly.” A canned cup was thrust towards the woman in front of him.
Jean received and immediately took a gulp of the bitter and unpleasant-smelling medicine. It seemed like the man in front of him added all sorts of foliage into the pot and boiled it as medicine.
“You're not afraid that it's poison?” test Falcon.
“You could have killed me a long time ago, if you wanted.” Jean answered smartly.
“What else do I have to do to avenge and reclaim my son?” added later.
“After recovery, you should practice. I think, after lying down for so long, you'll need practice to be able to walk again.” The Falcon took a seat on the only sofa that was in the room.
“Then?” chase Jean impatiently.
“Then I will train you to be strong and able to take revenge with your own hands." Falcon sipped his drink.
"This is your war, not mine. I'll just be your coach" he said.