Vengeance So Sweet

Ethan's Point of View

The moonlight danced on the surface, creating a mesmerizing reflection that seemed to stretch on forever. The gentle ripples of the water whispered a soothing lullaby, calming my racing thoughts. I closed my eyes and inhaled the crisp night air, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over me. The serene beauty of the lake at night was a balm for my weary soul, a moment of respite in a chaotic world.

Yesterday was just another long day at work, and all I wanted was to take a break from everything - my family, and especially my grandpa. He was on his deathbed, but still stubborn as hell. He wanted me to get married, and if I didn't, he would refuse his medication, leaving me helpless.

I didn't want to get married. Marriage was something I didn't want, especially after my last relationship. I had gotten married at twenty, thinking I'd found my soulmate, but she left me because I was poor. She chose a rich man over me, and since then, all I craved was success.

I worked very hard day and night to get to where I am now. I've become the richest man in the country, and my grandpa wants me to marry another gold digger, who would only care about my money. Not possible. I've canceled love and marriage from my life. The only thing I wanted was to take over the entire world and achieve even more success, because I don't believe there's a woman out there who deserves to stand next to me.

But my grandpa wasn't making things easier for me. I exhaled cigarette smoke, and it swirled in front of my face. A soft cry came from the other side of the lake. I narrowed my eyes. I brought out my phone from my pocket and switched on the flashlight before I started walking through the tall trees, following the sound.

My eyes widened in shock upon seeing a lady in a bloody wedding dress, her face disfigured and filled with blood. She looked like she'd lost a lot of blood, stabbed in her stomach multiple times, and shot in the chest. It surprised me that she was still alive in such a scary state. It was as if even the heavens didn't want her to die just yet.

"Help me... Please help me," she called out, her tone barely above a whisper. No one could have heard her had it not been for my underworld training, which made my senses sharp.

"I don't want to die yet. I want to live," she begged, her tone just above a whisper. Without wasting another second, I walked over to her, scooped her into my arms, and started making my way to the car. As I reached it, I put her in the back seat and walked over to the driver's seat before starting the car and driving off.

"I don't want to die. Please save my life. I want to avenge myself. I won't let them get away," the lady kept mumbling, her tone just above a whisper, filled with emotions: desperation, sadness, betrayal, anger, and vengeance.

It took me only a few minutes to park my car in front of a private hospital owned by my friend. It was better to bring her here. If I took her to the city hospital, they might want to open a police case, and the people who tried to kill her might finish her off.

As I stepped out of my car, I walked to the other side and opened the door before scooping her into my arms and rushing inside the hospital with her. I was quickly welcomed by a group of nurses with a stretcher, and they laid her on it, but she grabbed my hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"What has happened to her?" one of the nurses questioned.

"I don't know what has happened to her. Just do everything in your power to save her life," I said. She was so desperate to live, and I just wanted her wish to be fulfilled, no matter what it took.

The doctor pressed her finger on her neck. "Her pulse is very low. Take her to the operating room as soon as possible," the doctor said, and the nurses started pushing the stretcher away. Her hand finally let go of mine.

I sat on the hospital bench while the lady was in the operating room. Nurses rushed in and out of the ward, and I sat there, my clothes now filled with blood. I didn't know her, but I just wished she survived. I didn't know what happened to her, but I knew the person who had done this might be the man she got married to. Maybe he married her for money, and when he got it, he decided to murder her.

I don't usually do such things, but her desperation sent a pang cutting through my chest. She reminded me of my younger self, and a part of me wanted to save her life.

After hours of waiting, the door to the operating room was pushed open, and the doctors came out. I quickly rose off the bench and rushed over to them.

"Sir, we tried everything we could, and she is stable now, but she fell into a coma. She was shot in the chest, and later on, she was stabbed in her stomach, and it looked like she had been molested, too. Her condition is very critical, and we don't know when she will wake up," the doctor explained, my hand curled into a ball, my chest constricting.

"I think you should inform the police about this. Her condition is just painful and critical," the doctor said.

"She will decide once she wakes up," I said through gritted teeth. I just wanted to grab the person who did this to her by their collar and punch the hell out of them until they were dead. I didn't know her at all, but she didn't deserve any of this. No wonder she was desperate to live; she was just hungry for revenge.