Lyubov Moya

Chapter 25

Letticia's eyes widen, Fyodor told her his back story but he never mentioned that he had a grandmother. "Uhm, he—"

"He doesn't know.." Miss Sylvia smiled at her. "It's better this way my child, I want to protect my only family—him and Nikolai and now you." she pat Anh's back.

This is surely an unfamiliar feeling for her. She didn't got the chance to see her Mom and her grandparents for they are already gone when they were born.

"Then I consider you as my Family too." She replied.

"Ah.. You'll surely look good in white in the future my child, I want to be the one to choose your wedding gown!" Sylvia chuckled.

Wedding.. That word is enough to turn her stomach upside down. In reality, she cannot marry Fyodor for she is expected to marry a Duke or a Prince from another empire. That truth is still there to bring her back to the grounds of Obelian empire.

"I'm afraid I can't marry yet." Her blue jeweled eyes shimmer with sadness.

"It will happen my child," She reassured Anh. The old lady went to pick out a plain white tube gown from the same chest she got the black night gown. "how about this one? I wore it on my wedding day, and my Dear Maria wore it on her special day too."

"Eh??! Uhmm—" She stared at the old lady's ear to ear grin. "Okay.."

"Mama! How do I look?" A beautiful raven head woman twirled in front of her Mother.

"Docha.. You look wonderful as always.." Sylvia who is currently 40 years old said.

"Wait for me Maria.." Miss Sylvia whispered as she watch another one of their villa getting demolished by the angry enemy soldiers.

Their mansion was a disaster and almost all the villas and vacation houses they had was destroyed living them penniless. Almost everyone was killed and now Sylvia and Maria are the only ones alive and her daughter is pregnant and about to give birth any minute now.

"Just hold on tight Docha.. We'll find some shelter and—"

"Mama, Its time.."Maria said patting her tummy as another waves of contractions came.

That was the day Fyodor Dostoevsky came to this world. As the fall of his Family the sole salvation was born from the rubble of defeat.

"Maria?"

"Mama, they are coming I can't run anymore.." The Lady cried while shushing the new born on her arms.
"Please take my boy and run.." she sobbed as she kissed the baby boy with tears on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry... I failed our noble bloodline.." Sylvia cried hugging her daughter one last time. She already know the fate of her daughter so she have to keep her promise to take care of her grandson.

In the history of their family, there is no ability users. They believed that having such a power is like stealing a portion of power from the Gods above so they viewed it negatively. Sylvia Romanosvich happened to be born with it and now she's blaming herself as the cause of their fall.

"Live for me.. My boy.."

For years she managed to hid from the enemy giving away the little boy on a poor family while watching him from afar.

She found out that he's not just an ordinary boy, she caught a very intriguing wind that a small boy killed his own parents with his bare hands. That is when she confirmed it was her grandson. He is just like her.

The couple named him Fyodor and just a coincidence they have him the last name of the fallen family to him.

Fyodor Dostoevsky. Dostoevsky the cursed family who once stood with glory turned into shambles. They named him to mock the child.

She continued to look for him even in the streets when no one wants to help him, giving him a small loaf of bread  and some water.

When the war broke the peace again, a beautiful lady took him and placed him to a random orphanage. She couldn't find him anywhere, it seems like they want to erase the trace of him. Ability users are seen as a threat so that's maybe why.

When all hope dried out, he came back looking for the old woman who used to feed him when he was a kid. The traces of the kid she used to look for before was gone, instead he was replaced by a man.

"I remember you helping me before." He sipped from his cup of tea.

"My.. Little boy has grown a lot.." He looks a lot like Maria.

"I have a proposal with you,.." He propped his chin on his hands. "I know you're an ability user, a fallen noble from the dark ages." he said. "You'll get what you want and I'll get mine."

"Ask away.."

"Join me and my organization and you'll get the revenge you're looking for."

"Uhm, are you okay?" Anh asked having her hands in front of the old woman.

"Oh my.. I think the old memories caught up on me." She laughed cheekily. "My dear, please take care of Fedya." she held her hand tight.

"Of course Ma'am.."

Then the old woman flashed a smile, a content smile full of many emotions.

Happiness

Regret

Hope

Sadness

Her wrinkled eyes travelled with Anh as she and Nikolai bid their goodbye. She knows that she doesn't have any time left in this world. All of her worries for her grandson cleared up when she saw Anhasletticia's solemn face.

"Maria.. I know you'll love your soon to be  daughter-in-law, your little boy is in good hands I know it." She clasped her locket smiling softly at the small picture of her husband and daughter.

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A/N:
Fyodor will live😇(because I said do)

Also thank you for reading this I kind of improvise somethings since I don't want to kill my pookie wookie baby woopsie sweetie pie😋