Blood Thirst: God of War

The Invitation

Both Julius and Quella stood there in silence for a few moments, the tension was thick enough to choke on.

They had found a relatively deserted corner of the mansion, out of everyone's sight and earshot.

Quella was standing with her arms crossed; with the same, cold arrogance she always carried around him.

So she got straight to the point.

“Where’s the signed divorce agreement, I know you have already received it, so don't try to lie.”

Julius pulled a folded document from his coat pocket and handed it to her without any hesitation. Quella looked at his face to spot any reluctance or sadness, but she didn't find any trace of emotion there.

He was behaving like this was a business transaction, and nothing more.

Shaking her head to get rid of any nagging doubts, she unfolded the document, and found his neat signature at the bottom. Her lips lifted into a smirk.

“Get out of my sight. You will pay for your betrayal, but not now.”

His voice was so calm that Quella felt momentarily off-balance.

She narrowed her eyes, staring at his face. He was just pretending to be calm, wasn't he?

She had seen him flee the funeral, trying to maintain some dignity. And now, he was pretending he still had the power to retaliate!

But she knew him all too well; a weak man like him wouldn't dare to do anything to her so easily.

She let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head in fake pity.

“It’s about time, really. I was beginning to think you would keep clinging to me like the pathetic, blood-sucking parasite you are. But thank God! I won't have to deal with a leech like you anymore– draining all my energy, all day long. It's good that you decided to sign it without any fuss, maybe there is still a shred of dignity left in that useless body of yours.”

Julius still didn’t react. He simply rolled his shoulders, looking as if he were bored.

Fine. If he wanted to play this game, she wouldn't have any mercy on him either. She said sharply ;

“Now, where’s the invitation letter for the Morgan Family Summit you took from the funeral?”

Finally, Julius expressed some emotion. Even if it was just surprise and confusion.

“What? I didn’t take anything from the funeral.”

Quella let out a wry laugh.

“Oh, come on, Julius. You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”

She shook her head like she was speaking to a misbehaving child.

“Obviously, you’re trying to use it as a bargaining chip against me, right? That's what a disgusting lowlife you have always been. But as I said, I don’t have any time for your games.”

She pulled out a checkbook from her purse, flipping it open as she scrawled something in a hurry.

“Fine. Here's five million dollars! Just take this and hand the invitation over.”

Julius didn’t even blink.

“I don't want your money, and like I already said, I don’t have the invitation.”

“Oh, please. Do you really expect me to believe that after knowing you for three years?”

Julius met her gaze steadily.

“I don't care whether you believe it or not. I can't give you what I don't have.”

Quella’s amusement vanished.

“So that’s what this is, huh! You’re just a bitter, bitter man, holding onto the invitation just to spite me for leaving you.”

Julius remained silent, and her voice turned sharper.

“You’re unbelievable. Even after having the same father, you’re not even half the man Kenneth is. Kenneth, who is willing to forgive even after you stole from him. A man who does not hold grudges, unlike you, who chooses to be petty and useless.”

She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “It’s no wonder I never valued you.”

Julius’s fingers finally stilled.

“Your cowardice, your uselessness… it makes it impossible for anyone to love you. And now I know I made the right choice by leaving you.”

Julius rolled his eyes, feeling sick of her nagging. She wasn't going to leave like this, and he pulled out his phone at last.

Quella frowned. “What are you doing?”

Julius put the phone on speaker.

“I need an invitation letter to the Morgan Summit, addressed to Quella Garcia.”

He said casually.

“And make sure I will not be associated with this immoral family in the future.”

Quella’s eyes narrowed.

“You—”

Before she could finish, a knock echoed from the balcony door.

A man in a sharp suit entered, The embroidery on his clothes, done in gold thread, was actually the family crest of the Morgan family.carrying an envelope.

He hurried over to Julius, knelt on one knee and handed him the envelope.

Julius took it, glanced at the seal, then held it out toward Quella.

She didn’t move at first.

She stared at the envelope, her mind scrambling for an explanation.

He had it just like that?

No begging. No negotiating. No stealing.

The invitation had appeared with just a single phone call?

She hesitated for only a second before snatching the envelope from his hand. She turned it over, inspecting it. It was real.

He must be trying to fool her, right? Who knew if he had just called one of his loser friends, who was trying to cover up his theft?

She let out a cold laugh.

“Finally, you have returned what you stole… it's not good to take something that you had no right to, in the first place.”

Her gaze locked onto him, eyes gleaming with triumph.

“Just like you had no right to me.”

She waited for a reaction, but Julius didn’t even flinch.

He simply gave her a small smile before walking away. He did not show any anger or regret, but just left with a cold shrug…?

Quella stood there, gripping the invitation tightly.

For the first time in her life… she wasn’t sure if she had won.