Vengeance So Sweet

Ethan's Point of View

I gritted my teeth, my jaw aching with tension as I gently stroked Cynthia's hair. They hadn't just tried to kill her; they had shattered her spirit, reducing her to a million fragments.

I couldn't quite articulate why I felt such intense anger on her behalf, but one thing was certain: I had to protect her at all costs. Keeping her safe had become my paramount priority.

To me, she seemed like a delicate girl in dire need of protection. I could see that before her betrayal, she had been innocent and one of the kindest souls alive. But they had betrayed her so cruelly, leaving her utterly broken. Now, all she seemed to desire was revenge, and I feared that in pursuit of it, she might inadvertently destroy herself.

I gently laid Cynthia's head on the pillow and tucked her in with a blanket. However, before I could withdraw, she grasped my hand, halting my movement.

"Please... please don't leave me. I'm terrified," Cynthia whispered, a solitary tear rolling down her cheek. I swallowed hard, a dull ache spreading through my chest.

I didn't fully comprehend why I felt this way, but I knew I had a deep-seated urge to protect her, to alleviate all her fears, sadness, and pain.

I decided to lie down beside her, allowing her head to rest on my hand.

The Next Day

At precisely 5 AM, I awoke as part of my usual routine to engage in a morning workout and hit the gym before commencing my day.

I narrowed my eyes when I didn't see Cynthia in bed. Where could she have possibly gone so early in the morning? I got out of bed, slipped on my slippers, and before I could take a step toward the door, I heard some noise emanating from the closet.

I approached the closet, pushed open the door, and my jaw dropped at the sight before me.

Cynthia was seated inside the closet, a plate laden with chicken wings on her lap. She was busily devouring them, seemingly stress-free, savoring each bite. I was utterly dumbfounded, witnessing such a scene so early in the morning.

"Chicken wings at this hour? Really, Cynthia? Are you serious?" I questioned, my eyebrows shooting up. Her eyes widened in horror, but she didn't dare meet my gaze. Her mouth was full of chicken wings, and she attempted to wipe the grease from her lips, refusing to make eye contact with me. After what felt like an eternity, she finally turned to face me.

I stared at her, disbelief washing over me.

"Stop looking at me like that. I was hungry, okay? I needed to eat something," Cynthia defended herself, throwing me a glare.

"So why are you hiding?" I retorted.

Cynthia scrunched her nose, rolled her eyes, and pursed her lips, shaking her head in annoyance.

"Ethan, I'm not feeling okay. Just leave me alone before I take my anger out on these chicken wings and end up venting it on you instead. I'm sure you don't want that," Cynthia muttered through gritted teeth.

"What happened?" I inquired, curiosity piqued.

"How can I be fine knowing that everyone who wronged me is happily moving on with their lives? They're living a luxurious life while I'm drowning in my tears, screams, and sadness. I can't control my emotions; I just want them all to disappear. Until then, I want destruction, and food is doing the best job of helping me cope," Cynthia burst out, her tone dripping with rage.

"Cynthia, I've told you this countless times, but I'll keep repeating it: Your emotions are your worst enemy, and they could ultimately lead to your demise." I said calmly, trying to make her understand."

"Learn to control your emotions and use your mind to think, not your heart or emotions, but your mind. Trust me, you'll thank me later if you take my advice seriously."

Cynthia decided to ignore me completely, she turned her attention to her chicken wings and started eating them again.

I snatched the plate from her. A scowl twisted her features as she clenched her jaws ..

" Ethan, what are you doing? Bring it back.. "Cynthia snapped at me, her voice sharp with annoyance..

I chuckled to myself, feeling a sense of amusement at her absurdity. Cynthia got out of the closet and she walked to me, ready to take the plate from me, I quickly raised my hands, she was too short to even reach the plate now.

"Ethan, I'm not in the mood for any games okay.. Just give me my plate and leave me alone.. "Cynthia tried to take the plate again but she was too short to reach it..

She stopped trying to take the plate and she burst into sobs, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hey!What happened, why are you crying? "I furrowed my brows, feeling a sense of worry creeping over me..

"I'm not feeling okay.. "Cynthia's body shook with the sob she took. I quickly placed the plate on the coffee table and I pulled her into a tight embrace, letting her cry her emotions out. That was the only way she could calm down.

"I'm trying to act okay, to act like it all doesn't affect me.. I'm hiding in the pretense of wanting revenge but I'm breaking inside.. I just want to cry.. "Her body shook with each sob, her shoulders heaved with each ragged breath.. I gently run my hands through her hair, trying to comfort her..

"It's okay to cry sometime.. It doesn't make you weak but it helps you let go of all the anger inside.. Just cry everything out and I'm always here for you .. "I muttered, It was a good thing that she was letting out all her anger.. Maybe then she will start to think clearly..

After crying her heart out, Cynthia heading to the bathroom, I heard the shower water running, I'm sure she was taking a shower.

I decided to go to a guest room and took a quick shower and come back to the room but I didn't find Cynthia in, I'm sure she was still in the bathroom.

After a few minutes, she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her Gymnasium clothes.. That included leggings and a bra top.

"I need some fresh air, I think going for a walk will do it. "Cynthia muttered calmly, her eyes were puffy even after taking a shower.. She has cried alot and I knew it was best for her .

"I was on my way for my morning run, you can join me if you want.. "I said, my gaze on her, Cynthia's eyebrows rose as she threw me a gaze.

"No thank you.. Running seems like a lot of work to me and I really don't like working myself up unnecessary.. "Shook her head in disapproval..

I chuckled feeling a sense of amusement washing over me.. "I should have known.. A foodie is the laziest person alive and you have just proved me right.. "I mocked, I don't know why but somehow I felt like being with her all the time and keep an eye on her.

I was worried about her, the doctor made it clear that her mental state was not good and she might do anything to get rid of her pain, including harming herself..

"Are you mocking me Ethan? "

"No, I'm not.. I'm just stating facts here.. "I shrugged as I picked my watch and put it on around my wrist..

"Now that you've made fun of me, I'm going to prove you wrong.. I will show you that I'm not a lazy bones.. "

"That's interesting but I think we should spice it a bit don't you think? "I couldn't help but smile at her petite figure, I just don't understand how come a 25 years woman could look like a 15 year old teenager.. She was too amused..

"What do you mean? "Cynthia furrowed her brows..

"Well if you run faster than me, you can ask me for anything and I will give it to you in a week period and the same goes to you.. " I proposed..

Cynthia shrugged, unaffected by my challenge.. "I've naver lose in my entire life and I will not start now.. I proudly accept your challenge.. " I chuckled at her confidence..

With that, the two of us left the house and the challenge began.. Cynthia got tired before we could even reach the park and was already complaining..

"Ethan, this is not fair.. You are tall and I short, how can I run faster than you? "Cynthia panted, her knees now bent and her hands now rested on her knee bone.

I stopped running, shaking my head in disbelief.. "Can't you quietly accept your defeat? "

Cynthia let out a sigh, her frustration evidently.. "You've been running for God knows how long and this is my first time running, it's only fair you run faster than me.. "She stopped up straight, her hands now crossed over her chest..

"I know, losing is a bitter pill to swallow and it's painful.. Just accept defeat and it will be less painful.. "I mocked and Cynthia glare at me.

"Fine.. I've lost and thanks to you I'm tired and hungry at the same time.. You have no choice but to carry me home now. "I smirked, my lips curling up in a hint of Amusements..

"Why should I be punished for your defeat? You have your two feets right, please use that to walk home.. "I retorted, Cynthia's lips twisted in rage before she stormed off, leaving me behind and I behind her. She looked mad and annoyed..

"I was thinking about your idea to learn to fight and use a gun.. "I started, Cynthia stopped walking and turned to me.

"And? "Her eyesbrow shot up..

I cleared my throat.. "You don't have to waste your time on all those things.. "I said, confusion etched on Cynthia face..

"You know, all humans in this earth are like coin we have two sides.. A good and a bad side, it's up to us which one we want to show to the world and to our enemy..Just let your inner self do all the work for you without shedding anyone blood because it will make you no different from them. "

Cynthia's face scrunched up, her expression puzzled.. "What do you suggest I do? "

"Cynthia, vengeance is a dangerous emotion that can destroy all your enemy but if you let it consume you, it might destroy you along with your enemies you should be careful … "I said calmly..

"You don't have to make your hands dirt with thier blood but instead, instead of killing them, just let them kill themselves and in that way, you will get your revenge and they will punish themselves for thier sins… Just think about this and makes your decision but I really don't want to see you destroy yourself for them, they are not worth it.. "

Cynthia let out a deep breath but she did not say anything instead she continues walking and I followed behind her..

After a few minutes, we final arrived home and Cynthia hasn't said a word and I was starting to get worried now. I just hope my words didn't offend her at all.

After getting ready for breakfast, the two of us headed down stairs for breakfast, the whole family was already seated on the dinning table..

"Good morning.. "Cynthia and I greeted everyone all at once, some replied and some didn't and I didn't care at all.

My grandpa cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention.. "I've made a decision… " The Engagement party will happen this evening so, please be in your best behaviour.. And Ethan, I hope this is not a fake wedding because the conquencequees will not be good for you.. "My grandpa said, scanning everyone in the dinning table..

"And another thing, in the next few months I'm going to write my Will and so you know, if you are not married and doesn't have a child, you will not be included in the Will.. "My grandpa added..

I almost burst into laughter at his condition.

"What the!! Grandpa, this is not fair? Why would you put forth such a condition? "Samuel questioned, his eyes widened in shock..

"Becouse this is my wealth and I can put forth any conditions I want .. "Grandpa retorted.

"This is not fair grandpa, what if I don't want to get married? "Victor complained his green eyes filled with disapproval..

"That not my problem and my decision is final… Get married, give me a grandchild and then you get a reward from me, it's so simple. "Grandpa said sternly..

"You are doing this because your beloved grandson is getting married right.. Or else why would you put such a condition knowing that we don't want to get married.. "Ron said, a bored expression on his face.

I let out a scoff but I decided not to comment.. It was just unnecessary for me to comment. All I knew is grandpa was creating a war and only time will tell who the winner was.

Everyone in this house wanted to take over grandpa's businesses and run the Black empire and they would stoop to any lower level to get it and grandpa was just announcing a war in the house and blood was going to be shed because we all had different mothers but the father was the same..

So no one really cared about the other except getting the world and the position of a Mafia Don on the underworld. I knew very well that if grandpa dies, hell was going to break loose in this house.. I don't really care about money because I worked for my wealth on my own and I was settled for life but I agreed to get married just too keep peace in the house. Being an adulter, my grandpa placed all the responsibility in my hands to keep peace in the family and I was doing everything for him.