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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 within the
The room froze.Every camera turned, every eye locked onto the source of that voice.And then—he stepped into view.Alexander Lucas.Tall. Straight. Composed. Unrushed. The kind of presence that demanded attention without needing to raise a finger.His suit—ruthlessly tailored, black as midnight—only amplified his authority. Not a single hair out of place, not a trace of hesitation in his measured steps. He walked with the quiet confidence of a man who had never needed permission to take control of any room he entered.Reporters murmured underneath, the tension shifted, thickened, as if the very air recalibrated itself around him.At the podium, Johny’s grip tightened.Alexander didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, his sharp, unreadable gaze swept the room, calculating, assessing, deciding—before settling on the journalist who had dared to ask the question.Even the questioner felt the effortless grip on her soul, her palms became sweaty as the almighty Alexander’s cold gaze fixa
Johny’s penthouse was steeped in silence, the kind that only came in the late hours when everyone had surrendered to sleep. Ariel had been no exception. Curled beneath the soft duvet, exhaustion had finally claimed her. The day had been long, draining, filled with thoughts she wished she could escape. But just as sleep had fully settled over her, a sudden noise shattered the quiet. A sharp voice. A crash. Muffled weak scolding. Her brows furrowed, without opening her eyes. Another sound followed—closer this time. Slurred words mixing with the unmistakable shuffle of unsteady footsteps. Then she opened her eyes in curiosity. She sat up, her heart picking up pace. What's happening? She thought inwardly. Throwing the covers aside, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, padding toward the door. A sense of unease coiled in her stomach as she made her way down the dimly lit corridor and descended the grand staircase. The sight that greeted her at the botto
Alex walked up to her, and stood right in her front, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Ariel’s head dipped down, her gaze fixed on the floor as her breath grew shallow.Alex stood still, watching the nervous Ariel. A light chuckle left his lips in amusement. Amazed by her sudden nervousness. Where is the brave woman from earlier? He moved more closer to her, leaving a short distance between them. Ariel breathe caught in her throat, and without thinking, she took a shaky step back.Alexander chuckled again, unable to suppress the amusement in her reaction. His hand reached out, his fingers tilting her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze.Her heart felt as though it was leaping out as his thumb lightly brushed her jaw, sending an electrocut through her spine.Then he leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, rich and smooth, laced with something that made her Insides churn. “You still smell this same… you must like this c
Johny's smirk deepened as he took a seat across from Alexander, one leg casually crossed over the other. He slid his hand inside his pocket and dropped the bullet onto the table, the small metallic changed, its sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence. His fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. "I hope now you’ll back off from my woman." His tone was light, almost casual, but the underlying warning was sharp. "Anyway, thanks for the rescue. I appreciate it, but…" He paused, his smirk widening as if something amusing had just crossed his mind."Tell me," he mused, tilting his head, "were you just being generous, or…" His voice dripped with mockery as he let the question linger. Then, as if dismissing the absurdity of his own thoughts, he waved a hand. "No, no. It can’t be. I mean, why would the most eligible bachelor in the whole city of Las Vegas be infatuated with his stepbrother’s wife?" A thick chuckle rumbled from his mouth, thick with arrogance.Alexander didn’
The garden was peaceful, bathed with the soft reflection on the sun. Breeze carried the blooming roses, weaving through the neatly trimmed hedges. Amid this serenity, Ariel sat beside Mr Lucas, on a wooden bench, they were both enjoying the soothing scenery of nature. Then Mr. Lucas's head turned towards Ariel, he wasn’t speaking, just staring.Not in a sharp gaze he has always been, no a scrutinizing gaze that could make one confess his crime. But something soft, and warm.A rare sight of Mr Lucas. His aged eyes held an unexplainable emotion as they settled on her face— too long as if searching.Ariel’s heart lurched uncomfortably at his unblinking stare. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly. Her pulse pounded against her ribcage, rapid and erratic, as if her body sensed something her mind couldn’t grasp.A breathy chuckle slipped from Mr. Lucas’s lips. He had noticed her “Oh, child…” he murmured, shaking his head with quiet amusement.
Johny jaws spiked, his fingers twitched beside her. But he reminded composed. He suppressed the urge to intergect, because if he did, then his action will be flagged suspicious. Alexander's gaze sharpened, his attention now fully drawn to Ariel, he had been captivated by her ability to navigate the conversation so far, covering her husband’s foul play with a rather… unique intellect. But would she manage to twist this soul gripping questions in her favor? He leaned back slightly, waiting for her. Ariel quickly set her glass down, her fingers gripping the stem tightly as she tried to compose herself. A faint flush clawed up her neck, though whether from embarrassment or the weight of the question, she wasn’t sure. The room still remained silent. A slow smirk tugged at Alexander’s lips. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with silent amusement, while Aunty Vivian’s lips twitched in satisfaction. Damian, who had been chewing gum the whole time, paused, his face lit up in excitement to the sud
Samantha leaned forward, resting her chin against her knuckles. She had an effortless grace about her—elegant, poised, but dangerously observant.Her painted nails tapped against the table.“Ariel, you said your father is a merchant in this city,” Samantha began, tilting her head slightly. “That’s quite interesting. You must have lived a very comfortable life then, no?”Johny’s grip on her hand tightened. This wasn’t part of the questions they had prepared for. She could feel every pair of eyes on her, waiting for her response. The question was deceptively innocent, but she knew better.Samantha wasn’t asking for simple details. She was probing. Fishing for inconsistencies.“We lived well enough, yes.” She said calmly. Samantha hummed. “Well enough?” she repeated, as if testing the words on her tongue. “That’s rather vague, don’t you think?”Ariel maintained her calm. “We had what we needed, and for that, I was always grateful.”Samantha’s eyes gleamed with something of search with
The name sent a shiver down Ariel’s spine before she could stop it. His stepbrother? She questioned inwardly. She didn’t dare look at him. But she nodded in acknowledgement. She felt his gaze on her, the silent dominance of his presence. Just as she buried whatever emotions stirred in her chest, a soft, amused hum echoed from the other side of the table.“And I suppose that means I’m last,” a woman’s voice chimed in.Ariel turned to the source of the voice. She exuded elegance, but the glint in her gaze was one of amusement rather than warmth.“Samantha Lucas,” Johny said, his tone neutral. “Damian’s elder sister.”Samantha gave a slow, knowing smile. “Welcome to the family, Ariel,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with something Ariel couldn’t quite decipher.Ariel nodded. “Thank you.”Then for a long moment, silent fell in the room, thickened with awkwardness. Mr. Lucas cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s get to the mat
By the left side of Mr Lucas, Alexander Lucas leaned back in his seat, his sharp features unreadable, but his stormy gaze lingered on Ariel for a second longer than necessary. Unlike the rest, his presence carried an edge—one that spoke of silent power rather than spoken authority.The moment their eyes locked, an unsettling feeling crawled up her spine—a feeling she couldn’t explain.Ariel's heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling slightly as she fought the overwhelming sensation gripping her chest.Why is he here? His he part of the Lucas family? She questioned inwardly. Ariel's lips parted slightly, but no words came out.The weight of countless eyes bore down on her, but she barely registered them. The tension thickened, with unspoken question. Then—"Ariel," Johny’s voice cut through the moment like a blade, shattering whatever trance had momentarily seized her.She blinked, her breath shaky as she moved her gaze a
The ride to the Lucas estate was awkwardly silent, the hum of the car filling the space between them. Ariel kept her gaze fixed outside the tinted window, watching as the towering gates of the mansion loomed closer. Its pristine white walls standing tall against the bright sky, a testament to the power and wealth that came with the name.As the car slowed, uniformed guards stepped forward and scanned the vehicle before granting them entry. The iron gates swung open, and the driveway stretched endlessly, beautify by perfectly trimmed gardens that exuded an air of endless elegance. At the centre of the grand courtyard, was a large fountain flowed with crystal-clear water, its steady rhythm adding a sense of calm to the imposing surroundings.Ariel inhaled deeply. She had seen wealth before, but this… this was a different level. It was a dynasty. A kingdom built on power, battle and legacy.Her gaze shifted to the two lion statues positioned at the entrance, their sculpted forms froze
Ariel sat at the vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection staring back at her seemed composed—her skin looked refreshed, her dark circles had disappeared, and her lips carried a natural pink hue, thanks to Maria’s care.But despite her great appearance, the turmoil inside her remained unshakeable.She picked up a brush, applying soft strokes of makeup to her face. She wasn't a fan of make-up, but she knew where she was going, every little details could count. A saga. That’s what today was. A grand, orchestrated display where she had a role to play. A wife. A perfect and presentable woman beside Johny Lucas.But wasn’t that what she signed up for? Of course it was. Her fingers curled around the compact powder as she stared at herself again. For years, she had been a survivor, adapting and molding herself into whatever was needed to protect her son. And now, this was just another way of surviving—one that came with wealth, and a name she barely felt belonged to