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Craved by the Wrong Volkov-Chapter 155: His reasons
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 some type of hidden agenda.
Lucien remained unfazed by the question as he had long prepared for this moment. His calm pristine demeanour reminded me 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 me 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 remembering 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 met. "Is it because of how they treated you?" I could not help but ask.
Lucien always acted nonchalant to the snarky comments and insults. I thought he didn’t care, but it seemed like he held a grudge. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
He smirked and something dark flickered on his face. "Only if it were that easy. They treated me like an outcast which I don’t blame Olivia for ..." His voice drawled as he got drawn into memories.
"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 torment a dead woman, so she channelled her resentment to me." 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 me. 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 seemed 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 something struck. "They killed the only person who would have possibly loved me." 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 homewrecker 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 me alive, regretting every day I breathe. They kept on painting me 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 resentment.
"She killed my mother, Nadia, but maybe for whatever reason, spared me, probably to have something to torment me 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 me on the surface, but that only drew the resentment 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 remembered the night in the rain. He looked like someone 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. Something like that was well hidden; there was no way Lucien casually found out.
It made me wonder if Raphael knew and that was the reason he warned me constantly.
"You know I mentioned studying medicine," he recalled, and the memory of the night in Joel’s kitchen immediately came 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 came 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 me live. Katerina would have also killed me, and the second was letting me 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 name was Nadia Orlova, the only daughter of the Orlov family." Everything was slowly falling in place.
Orlov was his maternal surname. Was Nadia’s death the cause of the feud between families?
"I came 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"







