Braelyn's POV
"Why are you asking me that question?" Lucien asked, his brows slightly furrowed as he asked that question.
I swallowed a lump as I tried to control my nervousness. I had asked the question based on impulses. I picked up my fork trying to eat my omelette.
"I was just curious. " I muttered with a weak smile. His gaze lingered on me for a while before he finally spoke.
"My grudge with Volkovs goes far beyond the death of my mother. " he finally said. His gaze hardened, as if he were being made to recall an unpleasant memory. Lucien's jaw rolled a bit, his voice turned low, carrying a subtle chill.
"Her death was just one of the several reasons. You can think of it as a personal vendetta. I chose to be the villain in their story," he explained, then casually went back to his breakfast like he just didn't swear to take great revenge on the Volkov family.
