Ten years ago, Johny had wormed his way into Alexander’s ex-girlfriend's heart, behind his back, poisoning what they had with betrayal. It cost him his sanity then; the scars of that betrayal had hardened him; it had turned him into a man of coldness; even the sight of women wouldn't entertain him.And yet, here he was, standing at the brim of another cruel twist of fate. Because now, it was Ariel, the only woman that changed him—that mysteriously softened his stiffened heart.His present wound. His silent torment. The woman who had unknowingly haunted him for years—the one he had spent endless nights searching for—was now about to wear—or had already worn—Johny's last name. Alexander’s phone buzzed.Slipping a hand into his pocket, he retrieved it and swiped to answer. He lifted it to his ear.“Speak.” His voice was calm, but his body had gone still.A brief pause. Then, the voice on the other end sent a shiver down his spine.“Sir, we can’t locate Ariel anymore. She’s missing.”Al
Lucas Corporation—Johny’s OfficeJohny paced the length of his office, his fingers tightening around his phone until his knuckles turned bone-white.The normally pristine space—lined with glass walls and a mahogany desk—felt suffocating, as though the walls were closing in with each passing second.His mind raced through a dozen worst-case scenarios, each one more unbearable than the last.He exhaled sharply, barely keeping his fury in check. “Do you have anything?” His voice was controlled, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable.“We’re working on it, sir.” His head of security sounded hesitant, and that hesitation sent a fresh wave of anger through him.He gritted his teeth in frustration and anger.“Work faster!” He spat, his tone was deadly sharp. “If she’s hurt, I’ll make every single one of you regret it.”He ended the call with a sharp motion, slamming his phone onto the desk. His pulse roared in his ears.This can’t be happening.Ariel was his key to the Lucas empire, his le
Ariel’s fingers gripped around the glass, its rough edge pressing against her palm. Her breath hitched as she adjusted her grip, carefully twisting her wrist. The restraint bit into her skin, her flesh throbbing, but she pushed through the pain.With slow, deliberate movements, she began sawing at the rope. The sharp edge razors through the fibers, each stroke a battle against time and pain. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, blending with the salty stings of her tears.Come on. Almost there.The last strand snapped.Her hands sprang free.Ariel didn’t pause to relish the moment. She immediately reached for her ankles, tearing through the restraints. Her fingers trembled as she worked, urgency overriding the pain.She was free.But she couldn’t celebrate yet. She had to be smart. She remained still, as though she was still tied down. Her gaze flicked toward the door. The man was still outside—she could hear faint shuffling, the occasional murmur of a voices. He wasn’t expecting
Alexander’s footsteps echoed through the room, each step deliberate. His sharp eyes remained fixed on Ariel’s fragile form, crumpled on the cold concrete floor. She was still unconscious; her soft breaths were weak, and her face streaked with tears and blood. As he closed the distance between them, his usual cold demeanor melted. She looked so vulnerable, so painfully delicate in this moment. His chest tightened—a sensation he wasn’t familiar with and certainly hadn’t invited. He knelt beside her and gently brushed some strands of hair away from her face. His gloved fingers lingered for a moment, for a moment more than intended, tracing the bruise on her lips. She shook faintly under his touch, her breath hitching, but her eyes still remained closed. Damn it, Ariel... Alexander’s jaw clenched, he cursed silently, his mind torn between the need to protect her and the fear that she would slip through his fingers once again. Memories of that one night flashed through his
The door swung open violently, crashing against the wall. Maria, the housemaid, rushed in behind a woman Ariel had never seen before. Ariel flinched, the spell shattering instantly. Behind the intruder, Maria stood at the threshold, looking breathless. “Sir, I tried to—” the rest of her words got stuck in her throat as her gaze fell on the almost-kiss. Her eyes widened before she quickly spun on her heels and walked away, as if escaping the thick tension in the room. The woman's chest heaved, her breathing unsteady, and her face was filled with urgency and… fear? Johny’s body tensed, he straightened, his expression darkened. Clearly irritated. The woman who barged in stood tall with an air of undeniable elegancy. Amanda Lucas. Johny’s mother. Amanda was a strikingly beautiful woman in her late 50s, with sharp, calculating eyes that mirrored her son’s. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled into an sophisticated low bun, highlighting her sharp cheekbones and piercing hazel eyes,
Johny strode into the room with long, purposeful steps, Amanda following closely behind, struggling to keep up. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open with a sharp jolt. Ariel flinched at the sudden intrusion, her pulse quickening as she lifted her gaze. She looked up from the bed, her heart pounding as Johny stood at the doorway, his presence felt heavy, intense.Amanda right behind him, her arms crossed in curiosity. “Ariel…” His voice was calm—too calm. Yet, there was something intimidating about the way he said her name. His intense gaze locked onto her, pinning her in place, as if trying to pull the truth straight from her mind. “Who saved you last night?” The question sent a jolt through her spine. Amanda’s brows furrowed at the question. “Saved?” she murmured, clearly caught off guard. “What happened?” She questioned. “She was kidnapped yesterday,” Johny said, his jaw tightening, his gaze still locked on Ariel. “But before I and my team got there, she ha
In another part of the great Las Vegas city, stood tall a company, at the centre of the city. With a big Alpha label sculpted at the front of it. Unlike Lucas Corporation, which remained under Mr. Lucas's control, Alpha was entirely Alexander Lucas’s creation—a powerhouse that operated independently from his family’s influence. The headquarters stood as a modern architectural masterpiece, towering over the city skyline with its sleek, dark-tinted glass exterior. Inside was a grand hall, with the interiors of a kingdom-like. Employees moved with disciplined focus, their attire immaculate, their demeanor professional. There was no room for distractions, no room for mistakes. Every individual was handpicked, and each department ran like a well-oiled machine. The entire corporation was a reflection of its owner—ruthless, methodical, and always one step ahead. At the very top of the skyscraper, past a set of reinforced double doors, was Alexander’s office. The Office of a Kin
The next morning. The television screen flashed with urgent headlines, the newsroom buzzing with speculation and uncertainty. “Lucas Enterprises Faces Crisis as Shareholders Begin Mass Withdrawal.” Johny sat in his office, his fingers pressed together as he watched the live broadcast. The financial analyst on screen spoke in a grave tone, her expression severe. “Following the sudden death of Kenneth Vaughan, a key stakeholder in Lucas Enterprises, uncertainty has spread among investors. Several high-profile shareholders have begun withdrawing their stakes, citing instability and potential financial risks. Market analysts predict that if the Lucas family does not take swift action, the company’s stock could face a severe downturn.” The screen shifted to a video clip outside the Lucas Enterprises headquarters, where journalists crowded at the entrance, cameras flashing, microphones raised. “The company has yet to release an official statement, but sources claim that tensions
“I am Max.” Kelvin lied and rose to his feet.Max's face contorted in surprise. “Wait, you're Max too?”Kelvin shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, we're Max together, stuck together, aren't we?”Max chuckled softly, “I didn't know you were Max too.”“That's because I didn't tell you, my bad. Grandmother gave me that name. Quite a lovely name, isn't it?” He smiled.Max grinned, the little boy as happy as a clam.“We should leave; it's getting late. Why's your sister Anya always late anyway?” Kelvin asked.“She must be cooking,” Max said with a small smile. “Her food is always delicious; will you have lunch with us?”Kevin's lips thinned flatly as he thought of how to reply. “Perhaps, someday,” he finally replied.Max grinned, “I am so glad you're going to meet her; she's so lovely. I'm sure she'll be happy to meet you too.” Kelvin returned his bright smile.They entered the worn-out car he borrowed from an old man two weeks ago, paying him twice the car money.The thing was, he needed to st
It's closing time at Max School. The children were happily bouncing their way home, their parents or aides carrying their backpacks and lunchboxes for them.Like every other child, Max was also grinning ear to ear as he bounced his way home.But unlike the other children, he wasn't accompanied by a parent or aide. Instead, it was Kelvin—his support teacher assigned to him by his class teacher.And now, he was escorting him back home.As they strolled home, the warm sunlight cast long shadows behind them.Kelvin nodded toward a cluster of boys taunting a younger child, the sound of their snickering and teasing echoing through the air.“You see that boy crying over there?” Kelvin gestured towards the group of boys surrounding the younger child.They were bullying the boy, who seemed quite younger than they were.They were kicking him and laughing so hard at his predicament.And now that they were leaving, he couldn't stop crying.Max's face lit up with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “
Luis swallowed his composure on the edge of shattering into pieces. “She means everything to me,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.Ricardo's voice cracked into a mocking laugh. “Yeah, that's what I said too after my second divorce. Fathering someone else's child all my miserable life, Ricardo blurted like it's nothing, his voice devoid of any emotion.Luis tilted his head a little, surprise and a little curiosity etched on his face, before he looked away with disinterest.“Want to…”“I don't want to hear your little story, Ricardo; all I'm interested in is finding Ariel. There's no way I'm believing that shit you told me.”Ricardo sighed, and his parting shot was a final blow to Luis. “I… was going to say, want to know how long they've been fucking? Google it; she's Ariel Lucas now.” Luis's eyes flashed with anger, but he managed to keep his cool.“That last name is heavyweight,” Ricardo added and started to walk away but turned back to Luis.“One last thing, I want my p
Luis strode into La Belle Boutique, its opulent interior bustling with customers chatting with the attendees.The air was thick with the scent of designer perfumes and the soft hum of hushed conversations.Luis was looking ever so elegant in his black tailored suit, his broad shoulders accentuating its flawless fit.He was carrying a sizable briefcase, his gaze fixed intently on the future as he navigated through the crowd with ease straight to Elena's office.He knocked, and Elena's melodious voice invited him in. “Yes, come in.” Luis entered, dropping the suitcase onto the table with a soft thud. His eyes locked on Elena, who lounged in her chair, sipping wine with an air of nonchalance.She wasn't the only one in the room, though; a young man was sitting across from her, enriching each other's company with a bottle of wine.Matteo—Elena's partner in crime and lover too.“You've become ever so dutiful, Luis,” Matteo sneered, a smug smile twisting his lips. “Heard you're looking for
Alex sat in his worn, everyday chair, surrounded by the familiar comforts of his office.His desk, typically cluttered, was tidy and organized, with documents neatly stacked and aligned, giving the impression that it had been touched for days.A lone ashtray on the edge of the desk held a smoldering cigarette, its thin stream of smoke curling lazily into the air. And a cup of whiskey was sitting right beside the ashtray.His eyes were closed, fingers steepled, head bent subtly as if whispering a silent prayer.He wasn't sleeping—or perhaps he couldn't.Memories of Ariel flooded his mind, taking over his sanity in a very drastic way that he couldn't figure out.It was so unfortunate that he had searched for her all over the world, and when he finally found her, she was tied to her brother.The most painful part was she couldn't recognize him.A low growl rumbled in Alex's throat. “Asshole,” he murmured, his jaw clenched at the thought of Ariel sharing a room with Johnny.His nerves spi
The morning sun cast a golden hue over Mr. Gerald's villa, but the light did little to soften the dark intentions brewing around it. Mr. Gerald sat on the grand balcony of his villa, sipping his morning tea with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.The message had reached him moments ago that Johny had acted just as he predicted."A reckless fool," he murmured, swirling the tea in his cup. "So easy to control.”He leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with anticipation. The boy had no idea he was walking straight into a trap. He mused inwardly. A deep, guttural laugh rumbled from his throat as he envisioned the chaos that was about to unfold."Oh, Johny," he muttered, "I knew you would take the bait.”He set his cup down with a quiet clink, his fingers drumming against the polished wood of the table. The satisfaction of seeing Johny so desperate, so predictable—it was intoxicating.But amid his amusement, a spark of irritation crossed his mind.His jaw tightened. The thought of
Johny remained calm in his seat, though his patience hung by a fragile thread. He inhaled slowly, forcing his fury to settle in his chest like a smoldering fire.“Ariel… I need you to calm down.”Her head snapped up, disbelief flashing in her eyes. Her pulse pounded against her throat. “You need me to calm down? Did you even hear yourself?”Johny’s grip tightened around the armrest, his knuckles turned white. His voice dipped lower, dangerously controlled. “Ariel… do you loathe me that much?”The question settled between them, making the air thick and suffocating.Silence rained in the room. “Ariel, answer me.” His tone sharpened and demanding.She swallowed hard, the dryness in her throat scraping like sandpaper. “I don’t hate you, but sleeping in your room was never part of our agreement. Do you realize you’re breaching the contract?”“I know… but things have changed.” His voice was deceptively soft, yet his gaze burned with intent. “We need to act like a real couple now. Like we’r
The midnight air was cool, a soft breeze whistling through Ariel’s open window. Yet, despite the crisp air, her body burned with an unbearable heat. A feverish sensation churned in her stomach, sweat forming at her temple.The discomfort stirred her awake. Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked open, staring blankly at the ceiling. She took in a slow breath, hoping the night air would soothe her, but it did nothing to suppress the heat surging through her.She exhaled weakly, then pushed the blanket aside and stepped out of bed. She made her way to the kitchen. Maybe a glass of cold water would help.Standing at the counter, she took a slow sip; the cool liquid slid down her throat, calming the burning sensation from her stomach. As she absentmindedly rubbed her palm over her neck, a sharp pain shot through her skin, making her wince.Memories of last night flooded her mind.Was this the kind of man he had always been?Had she done something to provoke him?Ariel swallowed the questions cre
The Lucas estate was silent; nature had claimed everyone. But hidden deep within the mansion’s corridors, away from prying eyes, was Amanda’s private lounge.It was an exclusive intimate space, furnished in rich velvet and deep wood. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden glow, reflecting off the dark liquor bottles in the corner bar. Heavy drapes framed the tall windows, allowing just enough moonlight to intrude in. The faint scent of jasmine and aged whiskey lingered in the air, mingling with something more elusive—the quiet hum of heavy intimacy clung in the air. Here, Amanda was, in a nightgown that was tied perfectly around her body, not revealing much yet intimating. And in the room was also seated, Dr. Richard. Richard leaned back in his chair, whiskey in hand, watching as Amanda poured herself a glass of wine. She moved with effortless grace, her silk nightgown draping over her figure, concealed beneath a luxurious robe.She was flawless, even in her most private moments.