Claiming His Luna

Remus’ POV

“You fucking fool!” I exclaimed as I firmly grasped Russo’s collar, my anger seething.

“He’s got both of them, damn it!” I shouted, delivering a forceful punch.

“Monsieur…” His words were silenced as I tightened my grip around his neck, extracting his heart straight from his chest. The other guards present watched with anxiety, struggling to avert their eyes.

With blood covering his lifeless body, Russo dropped to the cold ground. I chose to end his life instead of letting him live, but he had only brought me disappointment.

“This is the price of incompetence!” I displayed Russo’s still-beating heart to the onlooking guards, tightly clutching it in my hand. Blood trickled down my arms, staining the elegant tuxedo I wore at the ball.

That rascal, Lucian, had the audacity to showcase my daughter at the ball, dressing her up and dancing with her on the floor. It was pathetic!

I knew full well what he was trying to do, and his scheming wouldn’t succeed. He may have thought he had the upper hand by kidnapping two of my servants and having my daughter and Emilia in his clutches, but he had certainly caught my attention now.

“Summon Vienna,” I commanded one of my men, who promptly nodded and departed. With a disdainful gesture, I cast Russo’s heart to the floor and crushed it underfoot. The sickening sound it produced satisfied me more than his pitiful service ever did.

“You called for me…” Vienna’s voice faltered as she caught sight of Russo’s lifeless body lying on the floor. All the colour drained from her face, and she gazed at me with wide, sickly eyes.

Oh, daughter, you must be accustomed to such sights by now! I thought silently.

“D-dad!” She stammered. I approached her slowly and gently caressed her cheeks.

“I want you to go to your sister,” I stated. Her frightened expression turned into one of confusion. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes filled with questions.

“My what?”

“Your sister,” I said calmly. She stared at me, speechless.

“Cercei,” I revealed, composedly returning to my table. Her blabbering came to a halt, and for the first time, I noticed she had fallen silent.

Vienna stood there motionless, unable to understand the situation unfolding before her.

“Go to your sister, earn her trust, and come back here together,” I repeated, my voice firm and unwavering.

The time had come for both Vienna and Cercei to learn the truth. Lucian, that scheming dog, already knew about Cercei’s birth secret, which was why he had been taunting me with her earlier. If he wanted to play games, then I was more than willing to participate.

“You’re kidding, right?” Vienna’s words came out as more of a desperate plea for this to be some cruel joke. Tears glistened in her eyes, and her voice trembled with pain and betrayal. She believed that I had deceived her, but I remained expressionless as I poured bourbon into a glass. With a single glance, I dismissed my men, leaving just Vienna and me alone in my office, along with Russo’s lifeless body.

“Don’t act surprised, Vienna,” I said, my tone stern. Deep down, she knew the truth. The striking physical resemblance between her and Cercei was hard to ignore, so much so that some mistook them for twins. It was this undeniable similarity that fueled Vienna’s animosity towards Cercei. Her rigid efforts to make Cercei’s life miserable weren’t merely due to her being spoiled, but she was in denial of the truth.

I had observed them for years, hoping they would outgrow their animosity. After all, they were sisters, and it was high time they acknowledged it.

“So it’s true?” Vienna’s tearful question cut through the tense atmosphere.

“What are you crying for?” I responded coldly, my expression remaining indifferent.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“You abused Emilia?” She struggled to utter the words, her emotions in turmoil.

I maintained my stoic demeanour, offering no response to her accusation.

“I knew you weren’t a good person, Dad, but I never imagined you could be this evil,” she sobbed, her anger and pain were apparent.

“How could you do this to Mom?” she added in a harsh tone, referring to a woman she had never even met. She seemed to disregard the fact that I had raised and provided for her throughout her life.

“Stop this nonsense and do as you’re told Vienna!” I growled, meeting her gaze sharply.

“Nonsense?” Her voice carried a sneer of mockery.

“Is this nonsense to you?!” She cried out, her voice choked with sobs.

“You’re nothing but a rapist!” she shouted, and without hesitation, I slapped her. The force of the blow sent her sprawling to the floor.

Struggling, she settled into a seated position on the cold floor, tears streaming down her face as she avoided my gaze. Taking a deep breath, I knelt down, gently guiding her chin to meet my eyes. Though her eyes were sharp and defiant, I could see the pain she tried to conceal.

“Oh, daughter,” I spoke softly, my tone attempting to soothe.

“You’re just like your mother,” I said with a cold glare as I tightly held her face.

“I raised you and provided for your every need. Utter that word to me again, and I will rip your heart from your chest,” I hissed through clenched teeth. Her eyes trembled in fear though there was nothing to fear.

“Just do as I tell you, alright?” I asked, softening my tone. Slowly, she nodded, and I rewarded her with a smile.

“Good girl,” I murmured, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Yes, Lucian had been playing this game long enough, and it was time for me to seize control. I had two daughters and, with them, two chances to secure victory. If he already had one of them in his grasp, then I would send Vienna to disrupt his plans.

She would return, broken and betrayed, just as she was now. Lucian might suspect a ruse, but Cercei’s heart would not deceive me. She would welcome the repentant Vienna, who had once tormented her.

Once Vienna earned her trust, my true game would begin.

“Shh,” I whispered, soothing her tears.

You know perfectly well who I am, Vienna, for we are cut from the same cloth. My blood courses through your veins and the thoughts in my mind are mirrored in yours. That’s why I love you, even though I never loved your mother; you remind me of myself. But in the end, it won’t be you sitting on my throne. It will be Cercei, my firstborn, the child of the woman I adore. She possesses a heart none of us can match, and she holds the North at her feet.

Through her, my legacy will endure, and my empire will thrive. We only need to show her where she truly belongs, for she has been betting on the wrong side.

She has spent her life adoring and loving a false father when it should have been me. But the secret was too precious to be revealed until the right moment arrived. And that moment is now.

You’re mine, Cercei, you and your mother.