From Damnation to Dominance: Revenge of the Abused Heir

5. Make Them Pay

In a loud thud, everyone dropped to their knees, their face masked with utmost fear. 

Frantically, the gang leader sspoke up, “Mr Morales, we've made a very big mistake. We never expected him to be your grandson, if not, we wouldn't have touched him.” 

John Morales’ expression still burning with rage, “Really!” He smiled dangerously, “Who sent you to do this? I might consider releasing you!” 

“It was arranged by Frank, the son of the potters family. He paid us to beat the young man everyday! We are only carrying the order not knowing he was your grandson!” One of the men revealed, his eyes laced with terror. 

“Forgive us! We won't dare touch the young master anymore.” 

On the other hand, Victor's eyes reddened instantly with rage at the mention of Frank's name. He clenched his fists angrily, his veins almost popping out of his body. 

After putting him in prison, he wasn't satisfied, yet he ordered thugs to beat him up mercilessly. 

He smiled bitterly as he thought of this. He vowed, in that moment, with every fiber of his being, that Frank would surely pay for this action. The Potters Family would all face this consequences for treating him like this. 

Meanwhile, John Morales listened, his expression unchanging. He looked at the sobbing men as if they were stains on the floor. 

He turned to the warden, he did not raising his voice.  

“Those who dare to lay a hand on the sole heir of the Morales family,” he stated, his voice cutting through their pleas, “must be punished. I don't know how you will do it but I want to hear them scream for mercy.”

When he spoke, his words were a pronouncement of fate, delivered with a calm, terrifying finality.

John's words hung mercilessly in the air. It wasn’t a threat; it was a verdict. Guards materialized as if from the shadows, their faces grim. They seized the bullied inmates, who were now weeping and begging, and dragged them from the cell.

 Their desperate wails echoed down the corridor for a moment, then were cut off by the slam of a distant door. 

It hasn't been up to a minute, brutal cries echoed through the cells. The rest of the inmates got frightened and wondered what those might be going through. 

John then turned and knelt beside Victor, his movements suddenly gentle. “Victor,” he said, his voice softening, layered with a decades-old pain. “Come with me! I want to show you something!” 

Victor trailed behind his grandfather, clenching onto his body as it screamed of pain. Away from the cell, they moved to a private zone in the building. 

Some medical personnels walked into the room, and began working on the wounds on Victor's body. 

Once he was stable, John Morales handed over a cup filled strong liquor. 

“Take this!” 

Victor stared at the cup for a while, and nodded his head disapprovingly. 

“I don't drink alcohol!” He mumbled in a low tone. 

John laughed a little, “Let's talk about something important.” He stated, trying to lay out his plan.

He cleared this throat, and began saying, “You have been left to wander in the countryside for too long, Victor,” John stated, his tone not unkind, but starkly factual. 

“While Frank was given every advantage, you were denied a proper education, groomed for nothing but to be a scapegoat.

That life ends now. The world you are about to enter is one of immense power and responsibility. 

To prepare you to lead the Morales family, you will undergo the strictest training. It will be harder than anything you have ever known. It will groom you to become stronger and indestructible! 

Everything is up to you now, whatever decision you make I abide to it. Continuing being a puppet to the Potters family or develop yourself into a strong man and watch the Potters family bent their knees to you!”

Victor stared blankly at the cold floor as he thought of what he had gone through in the hands of the Potters family. 

Ever since his mother died, he had been living like a destitute, whereas his father was capable of getting him anything in the world. 

He was nurtured with hatred, contempt, and malice. He was treated like a nobody in his own family. 

Despite trying to pleased them, they never got tired of despising him. 

Now, he was in prison, taking blame for what Frank, his halfbrother has done, and what angered him the most, was his fiancee ganging up against him despite the love they shared together. 

With those thoughts, he clenched his hand tightly, his eyes burning with fury.

Victor looked into his grandfather’s steely eyes. He saw no pity there, only purpose. He wasn't trying to rescue him from the Potter’s shackles but he was trying to build him into a better person, turning him formidable. 

And it was the only path that led to the vengeance that now gave his life meaning.

“I accept the training,” Victor said, his voice still hoarse, but his gaze unwavering. “I will do anything you want!” 

A faint, approving smile touched John’s lips. “Good, you are truly my grandson. The future heir of the Morales must not be a coward.”