Raine let out a frustrated sigh as she continued, "This is getting frustrating. I can't delay Father's health any further. Janus said it would be too risky if he didn't take those tubes out of him once his body was already in full condition to wake up. And I won't risk it…"
"Do you think your father will also try to kill Xander? Or would he ask you to do that instead?" Tyrone asked.
Raine did not answer.
Tyrone asked once more, "Would you kill Xander if your father asked you to?"
Raine looked at Xander's photo, and Tyrone saw the clear distress in her eyes. He should tell Raine the truth that Marcus wasn't her birth father!
"In the eyes of many, my father is a villain. And I can't blame them for it since my father has done many an evil deed in the past. I witnessed all of that as I grew up. But… he had been so good to me. You saw it, right? That big scar he has on his face? I was six when he got that scar. I was young at the time, but I still clearly remember what happened back then."
There was a pause before Raine continued, "I know that something's wrong with me. Everyone considers me as a jinx. Wherever I am, trouble was always bound to follow… Not everyone likes my existence, and one of them is grandfather Philip. I know, and I can tell even at my young age, that something must be wrong with my real identity."
"No one liked me in the family except for my father, Marcus. No one treated me like family as he did. He got that scar from grandfather's whip. It should've hit me, but father shielded me by facing his father even as his face bled from the wounds."
She continued her tale, "I saw how he bent on his knees, crying hard, pleading for my life… I really didn't understand it, but I still clearly heard the words they constantly threw at me. Abomination… Chaos… My grandfather called me all these things as I grew up. I learned to understand so many things… Including how genuine a father's love for his daughter can be. He trained me so hard, not just to use me against his enemies but also for my own good so that I can protect myself welI. I vowed that I wouldn't listen to anyone but my father at that point. I would protect him in the way that he had always had while he was watching over me."
Raine shook her head in mirth, "If you looked at it carefully, his words were right. The world is cruel, and the weak only end up getting beaten. So what was wrong with being powerful? If you are in a higher position, no one would even dare to hurt or bully you. I shared the same sentiments as him, just that the only difference would be that I prefer to use my power not to just stomp on others who get in my way, but to protect those who I love and treasure the most."
"Raine… King Marcus-" Tyrone stopped halfway as Raine's lips suddenly covered his, sensually kissing him as she comfortably straddled his lap
"Don't say a word that I don't want to hear… Nothing really matters to me but except keeping that vow and promise I made to myself. He is my father, no matter what happens," Raine murmured in his lips. "Also, I kissed you to stop you from talking. That way, I won't have to talk too much about my past as well. By the way, I'm hungry, but I'm not in the mood to eat dinner with Uncle. So how about you bring our dinner here instead and let's just eat here?" Raine suggested.
Tyrone couldn't believe that Raine would do things like this so casually. He was on the verge of losing control. Her alluring scent alone was already too much to bear. He honestly applauded himself for how much control he had already exercised around Raine with all the teasing she would do to him.
"What do you want to eat then?" Tyrone managed to ask in his husky voice. If they stayed in that position for a few seconds more, he just might lose his hold on himself.
Raine had a devious smile as she playfully answered, "You?"
Tyrone's face darkened as he scolded, "Stop playing with me, Raine…"
"Who's playing with you?" Raine answered back with an innocent look.
Tyrone felt as if he was going crazy already. He might actually explode from all his dilemmas if this kept up.
Raine scoffed as she quickly got up from his lap, "Okay, fine. Go and get us dinner. I prefer anything so long as you're the one who cooked it."
Tyrone got up from the couch and walked out the door with a gloomy expression, silent as a library.
'I should be the one getting irritated, not her… Didn't she know that she had been torturing me for more than enough already?' Tyrone retorted to himself.
He sighed at the thought of telling Raine the truth. It would seem as if Raine was already aware of the truth. However, she didn't want to accept it. It could be true that Marcus was indeed a good father to her, but that won't erase just how heinous of a man he had been and all of the crimes he still committed to others.
Tyrone's mobile phone rang, and he smiled upon seeing that it was Aire.
"Daddy, do you think you're free tomorrow morning?" Aire asked.
"Hmm, let's see… Why? Do you need anything?"
"Can you accompany me to buy a present for Mommy and the rest?" Aire requested.
"Alright. Tell me what time you want to go out. Let's see if I can sneak out with you…"
"Thanks, Daddy."
The call ended, and Tyrone just fell even deeper in thought as he walked to the kitchen.. Thoughts of which regarding Aire, her real identity, and the real reason she was here.