My Perfect Revenge: Flash Marriage With My Vampire Tycoon-Chapter 147: — Lucia —

Luciana cocked a brow at him.

"What?" the older man furrowed his brows. "I’m correcting myself, now you won’t even tell me who the fuck shot my girl?"

Silence fell between the two men before Lucian spoke, "Fernando Stolov. The bastard you wanted to force her into marrying."

Now, Amadeo’s expression had entirely changed. He didn’t lose control, however there was absolute calm rage in his eyes. He could smell the killing intent that was suddenly oozing from the man.

At the end, one was still a father, no matter how cruel he could be.

"I am the same blood type as her," Amadeo said, swatting his grip off his shirt. "Take me to her."

....

It’d taken no longer than thirty minutes and following behind Lucian, Amadeo walked into the moderate house.

He was first met with a woman, young with short hair and the bluest of eyes he’d ever seen. She’d smiled at him, but he didn’t return the gesture. His expression was passive.

"My daughter? Where is she?"

"This way." Lucian led him towards the room where Viviana was admitted. She was on the bed, unconscious with a bag of drip connected to her. Her foreheads was littered with beads of sweat, and she was in nothing but a top, allowing the wound on her shoulder to be bandaged properly.

Amadeo halted at the sight of her.

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were quivering.

Lucian glanced at him. He didn’t say a word, but left, leaving the man with his daughter. The door was shut.

Amadeo stood, gazing at her.

"Silly girl..." he muttered under his breath. Slowly, he approached her and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He stared at her face, long and hard.

His hand twitched where he sat. He hesitated, but reached out, pushing the strands of her hair off her face. He wiped off the beads of sweat. "No... You’re not weak," he breathed out. "You’ve survived for this long."

He ran his fingers over her cheek, grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the back. "You’ll survive. Because you still need to quench the hate you have for me. You can never truly die peacefully, not unless you get your revenge on me, kill me if you have to. All this, I was already prepared for it, when I decided to make you the kind of woman you are today. If not, you’d have never survived this long, not in a world like mine or ours. Your mother was an obstacle. I couldn’t let her obstruct what you were meant to be, but you will understand eventually why I’m the way that I am."

He kept her hand back, glanced at her wound. However, the moment he did, his gaze grew dazed, his face paling as if he was consumed by sudden fright.

A young woman’s soft sobs. Her trembling hands clutching the floor who looked quite identical to him thundered. Useless! Weak! You are a disappointment! The echo of slap. The way she shrank with every word until there was nothing left of her flickered in Amadeo’s eyes.

His memory shifted. The sound of a gunshot broke in his mind. His gaze lowered. There was her lifeless body, sprawled with eyes wide open with nothing but pain, grief, sorrow and hatred.

Amdeo’s breath caught.

For a second in his vision, it wasn’t Viviana lying in that bed. It was the young woman who had hair, blonde as his. She was fragile, broken, in pain and lost.

He immediately jerked off to his feet, stumbling a bit with his eyes flickering rapidly. His chest was pounding. Cold sweat had broken out on his face, and his throat throbbed as he swallowed over and over again.

His hands tightened by his sides and he threw his head back to stare at the ceiling. He shut his eyes momentarily, drank in a deep breath and settled himself again.

"Both of you couldn’t be weak, not in my world," he glanced over his shoulder at Viviana. "But unlike you, your mother was weak. Fragile! She couldn’t fight, couldn’t be as strong as you. She could only watch pathetically as fought hard to be where you are. Why couldn’t she be as strong? Naive, she was. Not realizing her weakness was going to be the death of her. She was drowned with nothing but the mere feelings of the heart. That is never enough to survive in this fucking world. I hated her weakness."

His face twitched in pure rage, one that was mixed with hidden grief. He stormed out, slamming the door shut.

Lucian shot up from the sofa when he saw him. He frowned. "Are you alright."

Amadeo didn’t answer. Instead he said, "Start the transfusion."

Valentina blinked at him. "Okay, but I need to test—"

"We share the same bloodtype."

"Oh?" she nodded. "Well then, that saves a lot of time."

They all proceeded to head back to the room, but then coming down the hallway was none other than Lucia who’d woken up. The little girl held her teddy bear, her eyes beaded with tears, clearly searching for her father.

"Daddy? Daddy?" She came to a stop when her gaze landed on Amadeo.

Amadeo stared at her.

She gazed back at him. And for some reason, the girl held no fear in her face despite his imposing presence.

"Hi," she mumbled.

Amadeo blinked. He couldn’t react. Just gazing at the kid. That was the first time he’d ever found himself speechless in a situation.

"Lucia." Lucian had come up behind him.

Her face lit up the second her gaze landed on him. "Daddy!" She hurried on her little feet towards him, and Lucian scooped her up into his arms.

"How do you feel, sweetie?"

"My head hurts," she mumbled, wrapping her arm around his neck. "I want to go home. I want to see mommy."

"We’ll go home soon. Just a little more time. Can you be a good girl and wait?"

She nodded and nuzzled her face in his shoulder.

Amadeo was gazing at them. There was no expression on his face and therefore it was hard to tell what he was thinking. He didn’t say a word, but walked. Valentina moved after him.