Claiming His Luna

Vienna’s POV

“How fucking hard it is to find that bitch and her mother?” I exclaimed, forcefully striking the table with my hands.

I took a deep, heavy breath and massaged my throbbing temples. I am prepared to comb every corner of this vast earth, exploring even the deepest part of the underworld. I promise to crush her life and make her suffer more than she made me suffer.

“Vienna, my dear, please calm yourself,” my father attempted to soothe me.

“Calm down?!” Our persistent search has spanned an entire month! Each time we uncover a clue regarding their whereabouts, it vanishes into thin air. How did they manage to get the money to travel all around the world?

“All of this is your doing,” I accused, jabbing my finger in his direction.

“If you hadn’t prevented me from eliminating Cercei, she would be decomposing in the ground by now,” I added, filled with disdain.

“Do not point your finger at me, young lady,” his voice grew grave and menacing. I reluctantly lowered my hand, yet the fire of resentment still burned in my stare.

I love my father more than anything. He is my only family left, always there for me no matter what, and the only person who truly understands me.

However, his actions shattered me. Granted, I never regarded my father as the paragon of virtue. Surely, it was not solely his fault. I am convinced that his slut maid seduced him, lured by the purpose of sharing his wealth or escaping a life of servitude. I cannot say for certain, but my father cannot bear the entirety of the blame. He loves me; he would never betray Mom in such a manner.

“What in the world are you gawking at? Be gone, and do not return until you have found her!” I bellowed at the men who foolishly stood before us.

I took a sip of my wine, the bitterness reflecting my frustration. With a swift motion, I hurled the glass across the room, shattering it against the wall. My anger was consuming me, and I swore, in the presence of all saints in heaven, that even Satan himself would be taken aback by the measures I would use once I tracked her down.

It wasn’t just about her stealing my fiancé. She had always been persistent in her quest to steal the limelight from me since our childhood. Desperate to outshine me, constantly seeking attention and compliments. She couldn’t simply keep her distance and fulfill her duties like the lowly servant she was meant to be.

“Vienna,” he called out to me in a calm tone. I shifted my gaze towards him. We are currently in his study, and he comfortably sat in his swivel chair while I stood before him, ready to unleash my fury on the world.

Weary, I sank into a chair, feeling the heavy burden of exhaustion on my shoulders.

“Perhaps you should consider letting them go and focus on getting Lucian back,” my Dad suggested.

As if my anger wasn’t already reaching its boiling point, he had the audacity to propose such a notion.

“What?” I retorted, incredulous.

“A fresh start could be beneficial for you,” he reiterated, attempting to soothe me.

I scoffed derisively, dismissing his suggestion.

“Are you afraid of what I will do to your bitch mistress?” I lashed out at my father, his lips tightly pressed together.

“And when did you become the virtuous one?” I continued. No matter how much he indulged and pampered me, I knew my father’s true nature. He was a beast, merciless, powerful, and unrelenting. It was his dominance that made him the alpha.

“Your anger is consuming you; that is not how the game is played. You’re on the path to defeat, surrendering to your own emotions,” my father reminded me, further fueling my irritation.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I clenched my teeth, recognizing my ongoing battle with anger management. I had always been prone to reacting strongly, even to the smallest inconveniences. In contrast, my father had a sharp mind, always outsmarting his opponents, never letting his emotions control him.

I had never known my mother, never even had the opportunity to meet her since the moment I came into this world. Yet, I was certain that this fiery temperament had been inherited from her, for the only trait I had acquired from my father was his tenacious ruthlessness.

“Why did you do it?” I finally posed the question, but his stoic countenance remained unchanged. It felt as if I had asked him this same question a million times before, and he evaded offering a direct response each time.

He maintained a determined silence as I stared at him, awaiting an answer. Bitter laughter escaped my lips, accompanied by a resigned shake of my head. He was never interested in providing me with a damn answer.

I rose abruptly and departed from the room.

Closing the door to my room, I collapsed onto the corner of my bed, tears welling up in my eyes.

The memory of that night at the Moon Ball party came rushing back, flooding my mind.

I had been walking the hallway, attempting to compose myself after beating that disgusting bitch.

She needed a harsh reminder of her place. In this grand mansion, there was no tolerance for mistakes. Or perhaps it hadn’t been a mistake at all. Maybe she had intentionally spilled that drink, hoping to draw attention to herself. She was incessantly striving to shine, to bask in the bright spotlight.

But what do you expect? A mere servant, ignorant, destitute, and naive. Desperate for a better life, she extended her grasping claws towards wealthy Lords, taking advantage of this extravagant ball. She was selling herself to every man present, I guess. Such audacity would not be tolerated under my watch.

“Please, Monsieur, grant us our freedom,” a voice echoed in my ears, pleading for dismissal.

I halted in my tracks upon hearing voices emanating from the living room. Concealing myself, I peered through a discreet viewpoint and discovered Cercei’s mother and father begging my father. Intrigued, I remained hidden, listening intently.

“If you leave me, there will be no more fun,” he asserted, his grip tightening on her delicate chin.

My eyes widened as Cercei’s father forcefully pried my father’s hand away from his wife’s face. My father’s back was turned towards me, concealing his reaction from view.

“Never lay a hand on my wife again,” Cercei’s father commanded resolutely.

“What did you just say?” Now it was my father who seethed with anger.

I instinctively covered my mouth, stifling a scream as my father metaphorically ripped out his heart from his chest. The sight sent chills down my spine, freezing my entire being. Cercei’s mother sobbed uncontrollably, her wailing echoing throughout the room.

“Your loyalty is here with me. You would do well to satisfy your Lord,” my father’s roar reverberated through the room, each word a thunderclap that intensified the storm raging inside me. I struggled to grasp the seriousness of my father’s words. While I couldn’t fully comprehend every detail, I understood enough to ignite my anger. There was something inappropriate happening between my Dad and his maid.

My mind spun with a whirlwind of thoughts, threatening to overload and shatter my sanity. Cercei’s mother was engaged in an affair with my father. And now, my father had taken the life of Cercei’s father. What in the world was unfolding before my very eyes?

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Cercei entered. She froze in her tracks. Her eyes were fixated on the harrowing scene that unfolded before her. Without a word, she crumpled to her knees.

My heart pounded furiously inside my chest, a storm of emotions threatening to engulf me completely. I struggled to piece together the fragments of this nightmarish puzzle, grappling with a maddening confusion that clouded my every thought.