The hospital room was quite, almost too quiet ,save for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor _his lifeline.pale morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes over the thin blanket that covered his frail body .he looked so pale like a vampire.Tubes ran from his arm and chest like silent massager , delivering medication to keep his heart steady.
He lay still ,his face drawn ,lis tinged with grey.The rise and fall of his chest was shallow, deliberate,as if even breathing demanded negotiation.On the beside table, untouched water seated into a paper cup ,and a half _read book lay open.
This boy was Levi who was eighteen years old .Levi was always very sick because of his heart disease.He couldn't go anywhere.He always needed to stay in the hospital because of his disease.He couldn't eat many things.He had no friends.His family took care of him very well but it was unfortunate he couldn't live anymore,his heart disease got worse he had only one month to spend with his family and only two days were left . Because of his health he didn't attend school.He learned everything in hospital like hospital was his home . He was a very kind hearted and intelligent person. He liked reading novels a lot .A few days ago his sister gave him a novel .It was a dog blood and tragic novel called blooming Love .It was about two protagonists Lily the female lead who was a Mary Sue, a kind beautiful and pitiful girl .She grew up in a rich family loved by everyone.she was pampered since she was born .she was so beautiful that many people were dying to help her .Jack was the main lead.He was an illegitimate child and her mom Jennie was a mistress.She climbed her way through bed .Jack's father's name was Lucus .He was a successful businessman but he was a cheater.He was already married and he was sleeping with Jinne .
Jack met Lily at a club where Lily was harassed by a drunkard.He helped her and they both fell for each other . After meeting Lily,Jack started to change.He started to pursue Lily .
Levi was also very interested in this novel because there was a character who shared the same name as him.He was also an illegitimate child .He was from williams family. The Williams family was large, chaotic, and feared by everyone who knew their name. At the top of the chain stood the grandfather — the grizzled, sharp-eyed patriarch, a man whose authority still lingered in every creak of the old house. He was the head of the family, and even in silence, his presence weighed heavy.
His son, John, carried the family name like a storm cloud. John had two wives, each as cold and cunning as the other. From these two marriages came a small swarm of children — boys and girls, each one mirroring the twisted shadows of their parents.
There wasn't a kind heart among them. The Williams family had a way of turning love into manipulation and loyalty into fear. Their smiles hid secrets, and their words often carried poison. Even the youngest of them knew how to lie better than most adults.
No one dared cross a Williams. And those who did… rarely tried twice.
His mother abandoned him in an orphanage when he was born .He was mistreated there .He was bullied for his looks and being weak . After eighteen years later williams came to take him back not because they realised their mistake but to use him in a marriage agreement.They used him as a bait .
His marriage partner was Elias the villian.Levi didn't know about the marriage agreement.williams family told him they were searching for him for a long time .Now finally they found him . Everyone in the Williams family loves him very much and are waiting for him to come back .
Levi was a kind and simple minded person,he believed them and came back with them . For a few days they treated him very well but some days later .They were crying and telling Levi about how they are in debt .that someone had to marry to save company.other siblings said they don't want to get married,then they asked Levi will he get married? They emotionally blackmailed him using company conditions ,that was a lie it was for there own profit . They wanted a deal and money in exchange for a marriage agreement.Levi said don't worry i will get married.
Levi thought they were his family, he needs to help them.After one day later in the afternoon he was going in the garden he heard his elder brother and his younger sister talking.what a fool ,he believed in that rubbish,but its easier for us this way .He is so dumb ,he thinks everyone loves him and he tries to help us by getting married.He doesn't even know,we brought him back just to marry him off .Anyway we are getting that deal and money without losing anything.who wants to even have him in our house.Such an eyesore .He is so disgusting eww! So glad we're getting rid of him soon .
Don't you know his life won't be good there too , haven't you heard about Elias he so cruel and ruthless person.Elias will torture him for sure then kill him.
Levi heard everything.He thought no one in this world loved and wanted him .He doesn't want to live a life like this anymore.His life was always miserable and painful.He was thinking finally he found his family who loved him and treated him nicely.But he was wrong ,he was just a tool to them .If he has to die he doesn't want to be used by them and get tortured .He will end his life himself, anyway no one cares if he lives or die.Then he took a knife from the kitchen . He locked the bathroom door behind him. The house was quiet, everyone asleep — or pretending not to notice him anymore. The knife sat on the counter, ordinary, almost innocent. But in his hands, it felt heavy with purpose.
He sank to the floor, knees pulled close, the cold tiles pressing against his skin. The knife trembled in his grip. One breath. Then another.
Slowly, he pressed the blade against his wrist. Not too deep at first — just enough to feel the sting. Then deeper. A sharp line bloomed, followed by the warm rush of blood. It spilled out in slow rivers, painting his pale skin crimson.
He stared at it, numb, the pain almost a relief from the storm inside his head. He wasn't sure if he wanted to die — or just disappear.
The room swam in silence as his body slumped against the wall. The knife slipped from his fingers and clattered on the floor, a soft, hollow sound. Like the final breath of a thought never spoken.
Elias Garcia was the villain of this novel. He was the oldest son of Lucus Miller a successful businessman in America.His mother was Ellena Garcia was the kind of woman who softened the world just by being in it. Sweet, gentle, and endlessly forgiving, she believed in love the way others believed in air — something necessary, something pure. That belief led her to Lucus Miller, a man with charm in his smile and cruelty in his heart. She married him out of hope. She stayed out of love. But neither was returned.
Lucus had eyes for another — Jinne, his mistress, sharp as glass and twice as cold. Together, they turned Ellena's world into something twisted. They mocked her tenderness, poisoned her peace, and treated her like a burden in the very home she once dreamed of. Worst of all, they extended their cruelty to Elias, the baby boy she had with Lucus — a child born of love, but raised in the shadows of betrayal.
The Williams family once held power not just in wealth, but in influence—and secrets. Their friendship with Lucus Miller was no coincidence. Together with Jinne, a woman known more for manipulation than loyalty, they conspired in the shadows. Behind closed doors, Lucus and Jinne carried on a secret affair, one steeped in lust and corruption. But their true sin was far greater.
They cursed Ellena and her only child, Elias.
Ellena, graceful and defiant, stood in their way. She knew too much. She had to be removed—and so they ensured her downfall. Her death was not natural; it was orchestrated. The curse laid on her and her son was as cruel as it was deliberate, infecting their lives with sorrow, ruin, and isolation.
Ellena tried to protect him. Her arms were a shield, her lullabies the only warmth in a house that grew colder each day. But no kindness could hide the cracks in a foundation built on lies.
Ellena Garcia died with sorrow in her heart and poison in her veins.
Lucus and Jinne — cold, calculating, and cruel — didn't just break her spirit; they destroyed it. Day by day, they chipped away at her light, turning her kindness into silence, her hope into tears. When she no longer cried, no longer smiled, they slipped the poison into her drink — quiet, cruel, final.
She died alone in that house, her last thoughts filled with one name: Elias. Her baby. Her boy. The only true love she had ever known. She never got to say goodbye.
After her death, Lucus didn't mourn. Jinne smirked through the funeral in black silk.
And Elias, just a child, stood by her grave gripping her favorite shawl, knuckles white, heart shattered. He knew something was wrong. He felt it in the way his father's eyes never softened, and in the way Jinne's voice always dripped with venom. But he was too small to stop them — too young to be heard.
They made his life a living prison. Every smile was punished, every tear ignored. He was fed cold meals and colder words, reminded daily that he was unwanted, that his mother was "weak," and that love was a thing for fools.
But Elias never forgot her.
He held her memory like a flame in his chest — a warm ache that guided him through every dark hallway, every cruel word, every slap of silence. She had called him her light.
They never celebrated Elias's birthday.
Year after year, he watched the calendar mark the day of his birth like it was a mistake, something shameful. No cakes. No candles. No wishes. Not even a glance. Just silence — cold, suffocating silence.
But when Jack, his younger half-brother, turned a year older, the house transformed. Balloons floated in the air, gifts stacked like monuments to favoritism, and laughter filled the rooms that had always been tombs to Elias. Lucus called Jack "his pride" while Jinne kissed his forehead like he was some golden treasure.
And Elias… he stood in the shadows, unseen. Unloved. Unwanted.
He didn't cry anymore. That part of him had died with his mother.
That was when the decision grew in him — slow and silent like frost creeping across glass.
One day, he would make them pay.
Not with fists, not with screams, but with something sharper. His mind.
He became quiet. Distant. His eyes lost their softness. His voice became rare, measured.
But in school, he was unmatched. His teachers spoke in whispers about his brilliance — the boy who never smiled but always knew the answer. He devoured books like a starving animal, studied long into the night under a dim desk lamp, and sharpened himself like a blade.
Revenge wasn't just a thought. It was his future.
And in the silence of his room, beneath the picture of his mother he'd hidden in a drawer, he would whisper,
> "I'll become everything they fear. I'll give them back every ounce of pain. For you, Mom, And for me."
Jinne never missed a chance to hurt him. Her words were sharper than any knife, aimed straight at the parts of him still trying to heal.
> "You should've died with your pathetic mother," she hissed once, her voice like poison.
"You're a curse, Elias. A stain. A mistake."
He was just a boy, but even boys learn to build armor.
Each insult, each glare, each deliberate silence etched itself into him — not as wounds, but as fuel.
Jack, the golden child, bathed in praise, warmth, and comfort. While Elias watched from the dark corners of the same house — unfed, unloved, uninvited. He wasn't a brother. He was a shadow. An unwanted reminder of everything they hated.
But Elias never broke. He learned to hide his pain behind silence, and his rage behind a calm stare. He didn't cry. He created.
While others played, he taught himself how to build machines, how to code, how to crack systems wide open. IT wasn't just a subject — it was a weapon. Computers became his escape, and later, his greatest tool.
By the time he was fifteen, he had already hacked into local systems just to prove he could.
By seventeen, he was building programs more advanced than his teachers had ever seen.
And by eighteen, he no longer felt like a boy — but something else. Something sharpened by pain.
> "They raised a ghost," he thought.
"But I'll return as a fire."
His plan wasn't rushed. Revenge, he knew, was best served cold — and with precision.
He would rise quietly, build something powerful from the ashes of his childhood, and when the moment was right…
Lucus, Jinne, Jack — they would all remember the boy they abandoned.
And they would finally understand what it meant to lose everything.
Jack was everything Elias wasn't — at least, in the eyes of their twisted family. He was the favored son, the golden boy raised in the warmth of lies and cruelty disguised as love. But beneath his polished surface, Jack was petty, insecure, and consumed by a silent rage he could never quite hide.
He mocked Elias constantly — taunted him at the table, sneered at his silence, called him names that meant nothing and everything.
> "Still hiding behind your books, freak?"
"No wonder no one loves you."
"You're just like your mother — weak and worthless."
Elias never responded.
He didn't even look at him.
Because to Elias, Jack was a fool — and fools didn't deserve his attention.
What stung Jack the most was what he could never have.
Because Elias was beautiful — hauntingly so.
He had dark, black hair that fell messily across his forehead, contrasting against his pale, smooth skin. His blue eyes, shaped like almonds, held a quiet storm — deep and cold like the ocean after dusk. His lips were a soft shade of rose, untouched by smiles. A sharp jawline, sculpted like something divine, gave him a face both delicate and dangerous. He moved with quiet grace, every gesture calculated, his refined body carrying the elegance of someone who belonged in a world far from this one.
But it was his presence that made people look twice. Elias didn't have to speak to draw attention.
He didn't need approval.
He was untouchable. Icy. Controlled. Lethal.
And Jack hated him for it.
Hated that no matter how many parties he had, or gifts he received, or praise Lucus whispered in his ear — he could never be Elias.
And Elias knew it.
He didn't fight Jack because he didn't have to.
His revenge would be bigger than words. It would be legacy. Power. Silence.