Ella's POV.

I dodged the punch dad threw at me and kicked his leg with all my might, making him fall on the tiled floor.

"Ha! I won! You lose! Yeah! Ahm! Yup! I'm a winner! That's three in a row!!! Aha! Aha!" I did my victory dance by swaying my body, dancing on my toes and singing my victory song.

I was so happy. I had finally defeated my dad and not just one time but three times.

I have finally learned!

"I'm proud of you. You have improved a lot." My dad patted my back and then ruffled my hair into a mess.

Well at least, now my hair was matching my current state!

I was a complete mess! Today was Sunday and I have been in this gym for the past three hours. Can you believe that? Three whole hours! Dad had been training me continuously. First, he made me learn all the moves then asked me to practice on him. My first five tries we're a failure but the last three one, I got him.

I was panting and my whole body was covered in sweat and I could smell that disgusting smell. It smells like if something just died.

God! I'm disgusted by my own self!

I need to take a long, hot shower.

"Dad? Can I go now?"

He was talking with uncle Johns and he simply nodded, dismissing me. I went straight to my room to get the hell away from this shitty smell.

Victor's POV.

"You lost on purpose. Right?" My best friend more like my brother, John said the moment Ella stepped out of the gym.

"Yes! I wanted to build up her confidence a bit. She's been training for six months now and she's learned quite a lot. But still, she needs to learn more."

"She'll learn it. After all, she's your daughter, and she had our blood in her veins. It's in her blood to be like us!"

I agreed to what John had just said. I needed to prepare herself to fight for herself and to protect herself and her people. She would be taking over my place on her twenty-first birthday. I haven't told her yet but I had decided to hand over the empire to her when she would turn twenty-one. She would be the new leader of the Austin empire, and for that, I had to prepare her.

She had to be ruthless, tough, merciless and a demon for her enemies. She should be trained well to take over my place, to lead her people, to protect them, and to fight for them.

Princess! You still have a lot to learn!

Xaiden's POV.

"Any news?" I went to my office and sitting behind my desk, I questioned the men whom I had assigned the task.

"Sir. We have caught one of their men but he isn't uttering a single word."

"Then let's teach him to speak!" I opened my drawer and drew out the gun. Loading it, I headed towards that place along with my men.

It was a barren old deserted building. We have been using its basement for years now for holding the suspects.

I entered the building as the stink of blood engulfed around us and the rotten smell making it difficult to breathe. The splashes of blood still fresh on the walls and the pool of blood all red and fresh on the floor. I covered my mouth with a cloth.

I entered the innermost room to came across a fully torn up body tied up in the chair. By the look of him, one could tell he was being treated quite well.

Our men have served this guest very well!

I smirked and sat on the chair in front of him. I ordered my men to remove the blindfold from his eyes.

His eyes opened then shut again and after a minute, his eyes adjusted to the surrounding lights. His breathing was rapid.

His whole body was covered in blood and was slumped. The ropes around him holding up his body, giving him the support. His cheek had a deep scar of the knife from which fresh blood was oozing.

"Tsk...Tsk...Tsk... Look at you!" I looked in his eyes, a smirk plastered on my face all this while.

"W-What? W-Why...." He coughed.

"Just tell us! Where is she? What's her real identity? And we will let you go." I questioned him grabbing by his shoulder as he screamed in pain.

"I-I do....don't know...."

"Liar! I hate lies!" I slapped hard on his face as he coughed blood. My eyes blazing with fire.

"Just tell me! You bloody asshole!"

"I... I had.... told you... I..."

"Shut up!" I stabbed the knife in his shoulder and twisted it as his screaming filled the room.

"I don't want to hear excuses or a no. I want an answer! What's her real identity?" I growled, pushing the knife a bit deep. He screamed in pain with my increasing force.

"Pl-ea- I... not..."

"Shut up!" I barked and pulled the knife out and again shoved it in. He cried out in pain. "Did it hurt?" I asked, smiling. "Let me ease the pain." I took out my gun and pointing at him, shoot the bullet right through his brain. His eyes showing fear as the blood dripped down his head, covering his body. His mouth was opened and moving a bit as if trying to say something but not a single word came out.

I hate pathetic men! I hate pathetic eyes! I hate the fear in them!

"He's of our no use! Clean this mess!" Throwing the gun I used at them, I ordered my men and headed out of the building.

I heard my phone ringing and seeing the name, I picked it up.

"Yes, Dad?" I answered.

"Got any info?" His voice still the same.

Cold, brutal and harsh!

Just like himself!

"No! He was continuously denying, saying he doesn't know anything about her or her whereabouts," I explained to him the situation.

"That bastard has very loyal men, " he paused, "Have you taken care of him?" I cringed at his question, the scene from earlier came flashing in my mind.

His fearful eyes.

His bleeding stance!

"Yes!" I barely whispered.

"But was... Was it necessary?" I breathed out the question lingering in my mind from the first day I opened my eyes in this atmosphere, in the environment of bloodshed. I would ask it again and again. Was this all necessary?

"Don't make me repeat! No mercy! We do not show kindness or mercy to anyone! And are you forgetting something? He killed your mother! He is the killer!" My Dad reminded me the reason for which I was doing this. The aim that I had my eyes on. The goal for which I came for. "He took that precious person of ours and now we will take his!"

My heart sank and I felt something heavy in the pit of my stomach.

Mom!

I had never seen her. Always heard from dad that she was mercilessly killed by the Austin's when I was still a baby. I had never even seen a single picture of hers. Never knew how she looked like, what her eyes were like, how she used to laugh or smile. I had never known her. I had never felt the love of a mother.

Dad never talked about her. He just continued to remind me of who killed her. He built that blazing fire in me, the fire of revenge. He always trained me by reminding me my sole purpose. To avenge my mom by killing those bloody bastards.

Mom!

I wish I knew who you were!

I wish you would have stayed a bit longer with me!

The tears cascaded down my eyes as I sniffed. I placed my hands on my mouth muffling my cries.

Although I have never seen her but I do love her.

"I'm going to crush you to death Austin! I'm going to crush you, your daughter, your empire! Your everything! You will pay for what you did!" I clenched my hands in fists, my nails cutting deep in my palms. The fire of revenge and the thirst of bloodshed blazing in my eyes.

I will find you, Ellen Austin!

And I will kill you.

I will avenge my mom!

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