Forbidden Love

Chapter 15: Long Lost Love

"I love you...so much..."

"Theo, you shouldn't be here...if Father finds out..."

"He won't, not until I let him."

"I have to kill you..."

"And I have to kill you."

"Can I hug you one last time?"

"There will never be the last one, for we shall be together even in our next to next generation...we will always love each other no matter how much hatred grows inside our parents' hearts. No matter how much fate and luck doesn't side with us. No matter how much true the fact is that our love is forbidden."

"I love you Theo..."

"And I love you Melody..."

*BANG* *BANG*

"Lydia! Lydia, are you alright?!"

I struggled to open my eyes, I felt a strong pain numbing my body and wanted the darkness scattered around to control me. 

"Lydia, can you hear me?!"

Someone was calling out for me. It sounded like a female. An elderly female. She sounded worried, she was worried about me. She was trying to awaken me and although I was, I didn't want to open my eyes and see the dark new world that was surrounding me.

I love you Melody...

I love you Lydia...

I tossed and shook my head to get rid of that thought. I felt terrible. What was happening to me? What happened to me? To know this, I had to open my eyes.

"Lydia please, I miss you darling..."

I shot my eyes open the moment I heard the word 'darling' because there's only one person in the entire universe who calls me that- Mom.

"MOM!!"

"Oh my goodness, LYDIA!!" shrieked my mom in joy. She pulled me into her arms. I could feel tear drops rolling off my pale cheek. It's been a long time since I have touched my mom. I really missed her. Her presence, her fragance, her smiles, her cooking, her everything; I missed it all.

I started sobbing terribly when I remembered that I spent the last 2 weeks all alone with no one there to help except for Ryan.

Ryan...

 "Oh Lydia, I'm so happy that you're alright!" 

"What exactly happened?"

"Someone attacked on us, and he managed to shoot you on the leg."

I looked down to face my bandaged leg, now I know where all that pain was coming from.

"Mom, where are we?" I asked as I examined my surroundings. It was a comfy little room with nothing except for a painting of a young man, probably in his early 20's above the bed I was lying on and a window with curtains drawn.

"Lydia,"

I looked at my mom who sounded too serious.

"You are in the Golden Lords' mansion, your real home."

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"Dad, I'm worried..."

"Why Ryan, why?" I stared at my dad coldly, he was too busy looking through the newspapers.

"Dad..."

"Yeah?"

"What the hell are you up to?"

"I'm looking for any news against the Black Viceroys."

"Why? I thought you don't want our name to show up on the paper."

"Yeah, but it's now my hobby to check the newspaper for our name. I don't want the state to get involved in our gang activity."

"Yeah whatever, but see, Lydia didn't come to school today."

"Very nice son, next time try to flirt with her..." replied Dad without removing his eyes from the damn newspaper.

"Dad, what the fuck?"

"Sure, I'd love a glass of chocolate fudge." mumbled Dad. I rolled my eyes and walked out of his office. That old man has seriously lost it.

While heading to my room to start with my homework, I bumped into Noah who had that same jackass face written all over him.

"Watch where you're going..." I said grumpily.

"I could say the same thing too, Moore..." he replied and walked away.

Asshole...

Noah's P.O.V:

I hope my face doesn't seem red anymore. I can't let anyone know. I should probably talk to Dad, I mean, Boss about my next assignment. 

Although Ryan and I are half-brothers and Dad has promised me half of the empire, it's always Ryan who gets all the privilege to do whatever he wants while I get stuck in doing boring missions which I claim to be a workout.

As I was passing by, Ryan bumped into me out of nowhere. He glared at me and growled, 

"Watch where you're going..."

"I could say the same thing too, Moore..." I replied arrogantly and walked off. I just couldn't bear his unnecessary rudeness towards me. I mean, what did I ever do to make him hate me? I still remember what happened 10 years ago when Dad brought me and Mom to the Black Viceroy's Mansion....

10 years ago...

"And this is where I live..." cried Marcus.

"Geez, it's such a lovely mansion!" exclaimed my mom, Tess Martin. My dad died when I was 5, he was a serious alchoholic. I was 7 when I joined the Black Viceroys. When I met Ryan for the first time, he was 7 too. 

"Mr. Moore, I heard that you have a son?" I asked so softly that I hoped he hadn't heard me.

"Yes I have a son, his name is Ryan. You'll meet him soon, don't worry; now that you are a new member of The Black Viceroys!"

I nodded nervously. What if this Ryan doesn't accept me as his brother? How did I become his brother? My mom dated Marcus Moore for over a year and everything seemed to be fine until when the landlord kicked us out of our house because we couldn't pay the rent. Marcus offered my mom to marry and live with him in this mansion, but in exchange I would have to be in the gang and do what he says. I agreed, because I would do anything for my mom to live out of misery. Anything.

"And that's the room you will be staying in, what do you think Noah?" asked Marcus. I nodded again like an emotionless robot when suddenly, a young woman who seemed to be in her early twenties walked out of a room and stopped at her tracks immediately after seeing me and my mom.

She continued to stare at us when she finally spoke, "Honey, can-can I talk to you for a second?" Marcus looked at the two of us nervously and finally turned to the woman and replied, "Yes, lead the way." He went away with the woman and I turned to my mother.

"Mom, who was she?" I asked.

My mom took a deep breath and whispered, "His wife..."

I looked back at the closed room from where I heard loud screams and shouts. I gulped hard. 

Back to Present...

Lydia's P.O.V:

"Wait, so THIS....is The Golden Lord's mansion?!" I shrieked. Jesus, is this the place? Am I really here? This is where I really belong? It's kind of hard to take all this in, especially with a wound on my slender leg.

"Lydia, why don't you rest while I get your father?" suggested Mom. I widened my eyes. "Dad?"