Chapter 64: Closing behind I barely slept. The weight of everything I had uncovered pressed against me, my mind running through possibilities and worst-case scenarios. Arthur Wallace wasn’t just another businessman—he was a kingmaker, the kind of man who could destroy lives with a signature. If he had been backing Lily all this time, we were dealing with something far bigger than revenge. This was about power. By morning, I was ready. I dressed in my sharpest suit, ignoring the exhaustion threatening to pull me under. I had a meeting with Lucien, and we had a war to win. --- Lucien was already in his office when I arrived, pacing behind his desk. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw told me everything. He had been working all night too. I shut the door behind me. “Did you find anything?” His gaze snapped to mine. “Yes. And it’s worse than we thought.” He motioned toward the large screen on the wall. Documents filled the display—financial records,
Chapter 65: Into the Lion’s DenI took a deep breath and adjusted my coat as I stepped out of the car. The Wallace Tower loomed over me, a cold, glass fortress that housed one of the most powerful men in the business world. Lucien was beside me, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. “Are you sure about this?” he murmured, his hand brushing against mine as we walked toward the entrance. I clenched my jaw. “We don’t have a choice.” Arthur Wallace wasn’t going to make a mistake on his own. If we wanted him to slip up, we had to push him ourselves. As we reached the receptionist’s desk, a woman with sharp eyes glanced up at us. “Mr. Wallace isn’t expecting visitors.” Lucien leaned in slightly, his voice like steel. “He’ll want to see us.” The woman’s lips thinned, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she picked up the phone, spoke in hushed tones, then nodded toward the elevators. “Top floor. He’s waiting.” My stomach tightened. That was too easy. Lucien must have sensed
Chapter 66: Shadows and ChainsPain. That was the first thing I registered. A dull, throbbing ache at the side of my head, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat. My eyelids felt heavy, like they had been stitched shut, but I forced them open, blinking against the dim, flickering light. Concrete walls. A single overhead bulb swinging slightly, casting shadows that stretched and distorted along the floor. My wrists ached, bound behind me by rough rope, and my legs were tied to the chair I sat on. I sucked in a sharp breath, my pulse spiking as reality crashed into me. **Where was Lucien?** I twisted my wrists, testing the restraints. The rope bit into my skin, burning against every movement. Think, Lila. **Think.** A door creaked open. I stilled, forcing my breathing to steady as footsteps echoed against the hard floor. Wallace stepped into view, his expression cool, composed. **Like he hadn’t just kidnapped me.** “Awake already?” he mused, clasping his hands behind h
Chapter 67: The Cost of VictoryLucien didn’t speak as we walked out of the warehouse. His steps were heavy, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitching. Caleb stayed close, his eyes scanning our surroundings as if expecting another attack. Police officers moved around us, securing the area, but none of it made me feel safe. **Not yet.** Luca stood by one of the police vehicles, his arms crossed. When he saw me, his expression softened, but only slightly. “You okay?” I nodded. “Thanks to you guys.” His gaze shifted to Lucien. “You look like hell.” what, what do you mean?, I asked myself, I didn't want to show off any form of anger, so I had take slow and calm, me don't want anything or form, that anything is escalating so let's keep on a lowLucien barely reacted. His knuckles were still raw, blood drying on his skin. His face was bruised, but that wasn’t what worried me. **It was the emptiness in his eyes.** Luca sighed, shaking his head. “Wallace is
Chapter 67: The Pushing away Lucien didn't let go. Even as the city pulsed beyond the glass windows of his office, he held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish. His body was tense, his grip firm—but beneath it, I felt something deeper. **Fear. Guilt. Uncertainty.** “I can’t lose you, Lila,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. I pulled back slightly, enough to look into his eyes. “Then stop pushing me away.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. “I don’t want you caught in my darkness.” I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing against the stubble on his cheeks. “Lucien, I don’t care about the darkness. I care about you.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.” “Then let me help you,” I whispered. For a moment, he just stared at me, like he was searching for something—some proof that I wasn’t making empty promises. Then, finally, he nodded. “Okay.” It wasn’t much. But it was **a start.** ---That night, Lucien didn’t go b
Chapter 69: This wasn't overLucien was silent on the drive home. His hands gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. The air between us felt heavy, charged with unspoken words. I kept stealing glances at him, hoping he’d say something—**anything**—but he didn’t. When we pulled into the driveway, he shut off the engine and exhaled slowly. “I should’ve told you what I was doing,” he finally said. I nodded. “Yeah, you should have.” His eyes met mine. “But you shouldn’t have followed me, Lila.” I crossed my arms. “What was I supposed to do? Sit at home while you put yourself in danger?” Lucien sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “This isn’t just about me.” “I know,” I said. “That’s why we need to work together.” He hesitated. “I don’t know how to do that.” I reached for his hand. “Then let’s figure it out.” For a moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he nodded. **It wasn’t a promise. But it was a step forward.** ---Insid
Chapter 70: The Next MoveLucien didn’t let go of me. Even as the police sirens grew louder, as Caleb barked orders into his phone, and as Morgan lay groaning on the ground, Lucien’s arms stayed wrapped around me like a shield. “I need you to get in the car,” he murmured. I pulled back just enough to look at him. “I’m not leaving you.” “Lila.” His voice was firm, but there was something else in his eyes—something raw. “Please.” I hesitated. The last time I’d let him handle things alone, it had almost gone terribly wrong. But this time, the police were coming. This time, Morgan wasn’t walking away. I gave him a sharp nod and turned toward the car. But just as I took a step, a gunshot rang out. Lucien tackled me before I could even register what was happening. We hit the ground hard. My breath whooshed out, and my ears rang. Caleb shouted. Someone screamed. Lucien cursed. “Stay down.” I barely had time to process the words before he was on his feet, gun raised.
Chapter 71: The TrapThe morning sun barely peeked through the blinds when I woke up to an empty bed. I reached out, but Lucien was gone. Panic shot through me until I heard voices from downstairs. Throwing on a robe, I hurried down, stopping at the living room entrance. Lucien stood near the window, speaking into his phone. Caleb and Luca sat on the couch, deep in discussion. “No,” Lucien said firmly. “We move first.” He turned, spotting me. His eyes softened for a second before his expression hardened again. “Yeah, I’ll handle it,” he muttered before hanging up. I crossed my arms. “What’s going on?” Lucien sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Wallace is making his move.” My stomach clenched. “How soon?” Luca leaned forward. “Tonight.” Caleb nodded. “His men are moving shipments. If we hit them first, we cripple his operation.” Lucien’s gaze locked onto mine. “I need you to stay here.” I frowned. “Lucien—” “No arguments, Lila,” he said firmly. “It’s too dangerous.”
Chapter 75: Unfinished BusinessLucien’s grip on the lawsuit papers tightened, his jaw clenched so hard I thought he might snap the paper in half. The name on the document burned into my mind—Blake. A ghost from my past, a man I had buried with my pain, was now clawing his way back into my life.I took a step closer, my heartbeat like a drum in my ears. “What exactly is he suing for?”Lucien exhaled sharply, handing me the document. “He’s claiming rights to your father’s estate. He says he had a legal agreement with him before his death.”I scoffed. “That’s impossible. My father would never do business with a man like him.”Lily smirked from her seat, swirling the wine in her glass as if enjoying the chaos. “Well, sweetheart, the law doesn’t care what your father would or wouldn’t do. It only cares about the paperwork. And if Blake has something solid, you might lose everything.”I shot her a glare before focusing back on the papers. My hands trembled slightly as I skimmed through the
Chapter 74: The Return of a Ghost** I barely had time to process the shock before Lucien’s phone rang. His jaw clenched as he glanced at the screen, then at me. “It’s him,” he said. Blake. The name alone sent a cold wave through me, but I squared my shoulders. I wouldn’t show fear. Not now. Not ever. “Answer it,” I said. Lucien hesitated for a second before putting the call on speaker. “Blake.” A slow chuckle came from the other end. “Lucien. It’s been a while.” My stomach twisted at the sound of his voice. Smooth, confident—just as I remembered. “What do you want?” Lucien’s tone was sharp. Blake sighed dramatically. “Straight to business. No ‘how have you been?’ No pleasantries?” “You filed a lawsuit against the company,” I cut in. “We don’t have time for games.” Blake went silent for a beat. Then, his voice turned cold. “Oh, but I do. And I’m just getting started.” I exchanged a glance with Lucien. Whatever Blake was up to, it wasn’t just about money. This
Chapter 72: A Mid Night Meeting I stared at the letter in my trembling hands, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The words on the page felt like a slap to my face—a cruel reminder that secrets never stayed buried forever. Lucien reached for the letter, his fingers brushing against mine. "Lila, who sent this?" His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with urgency. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "There’s no name, no return address. Just…this." I handed it over, my hands still shaking. Lucien's sharp gaze scanned the words, and I saw the moment he tensed, his jaw tightening. "They know about Reid." His voice was laced with fury. "They know everything." A chill ran through me. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I forced myself to breathe. "What do they want?" Lucien lifted the paper slightly. "A meeting. Tonight. Midnight. They’re giving us an address." I exhaled shakily. "This could be a trap." "It could be," he admitted, his eyes flickering with dark intensity. "Bu
Chapter 72: Running Out of Time** Lucien’s grip tightened around the phone as Wallace’s voice echoed through the empty estate. **“You’re running out of time, Hunter.”** The message ended with a sharp beep. I didn't know what exactly to think, I just kept mute, I don't know what exactly to upon, but deep down I know I needed to act as fast as I could Silence filled the air, thick with tension. Caleb exhaled sharply. “Well, that’s not ominous at all.” Lucien didn’t speak. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might snap. I stepped closer, my pulse pounding. “Lucien, what does he mean?” His gaze flicked to me, then back to the phone. “Wallace doesn’t leave messages unless he wants us to hear them. He’s taunting me.” I crossed my arms. “Or warning you.” Lucien’s expression darkened. “No. Wallace doesn’t warn people. If he says we’re running out of time, it means he has something planned.” A chill ran down my spine. Caleb shifted, cracking his knuckles. “So, wh
Chapter 71: The TrapThe morning sun barely peeked through the blinds when I woke up to an empty bed. I reached out, but Lucien was gone. Panic shot through me until I heard voices from downstairs. Throwing on a robe, I hurried down, stopping at the living room entrance. Lucien stood near the window, speaking into his phone. Caleb and Luca sat on the couch, deep in discussion. “No,” Lucien said firmly. “We move first.” He turned, spotting me. His eyes softened for a second before his expression hardened again. “Yeah, I’ll handle it,” he muttered before hanging up. I crossed my arms. “What’s going on?” Lucien sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Wallace is making his move.” My stomach clenched. “How soon?” Luca leaned forward. “Tonight.” Caleb nodded. “His men are moving shipments. If we hit them first, we cripple his operation.” Lucien’s gaze locked onto mine. “I need you to stay here.” I frowned. “Lucien—” “No arguments, Lila,” he said firmly. “It’s too dangerous.”
Chapter 70: The Next MoveLucien didn’t let go of me. Even as the police sirens grew louder, as Caleb barked orders into his phone, and as Morgan lay groaning on the ground, Lucien’s arms stayed wrapped around me like a shield. “I need you to get in the car,” he murmured. I pulled back just enough to look at him. “I’m not leaving you.” “Lila.” His voice was firm, but there was something else in his eyes—something raw. “Please.” I hesitated. The last time I’d let him handle things alone, it had almost gone terribly wrong. But this time, the police were coming. This time, Morgan wasn’t walking away. I gave him a sharp nod and turned toward the car. But just as I took a step, a gunshot rang out. Lucien tackled me before I could even register what was happening. We hit the ground hard. My breath whooshed out, and my ears rang. Caleb shouted. Someone screamed. Lucien cursed. “Stay down.” I barely had time to process the words before he was on his feet, gun raised.
Chapter 69: This wasn't overLucien was silent on the drive home. His hands gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. The air between us felt heavy, charged with unspoken words. I kept stealing glances at him, hoping he’d say something—**anything**—but he didn’t. When we pulled into the driveway, he shut off the engine and exhaled slowly. “I should’ve told you what I was doing,” he finally said. I nodded. “Yeah, you should have.” His eyes met mine. “But you shouldn’t have followed me, Lila.” I crossed my arms. “What was I supposed to do? Sit at home while you put yourself in danger?” Lucien sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “This isn’t just about me.” “I know,” I said. “That’s why we need to work together.” He hesitated. “I don’t know how to do that.” I reached for his hand. “Then let’s figure it out.” For a moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he nodded. **It wasn’t a promise. But it was a step forward.** ---Insid
Chapter 67: The Pushing away Lucien didn't let go. Even as the city pulsed beyond the glass windows of his office, he held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish. His body was tense, his grip firm—but beneath it, I felt something deeper. **Fear. Guilt. Uncertainty.** “I can’t lose you, Lila,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. I pulled back slightly, enough to look into his eyes. “Then stop pushing me away.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. “I don’t want you caught in my darkness.” I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing against the stubble on his cheeks. “Lucien, I don’t care about the darkness. I care about you.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.” “Then let me help you,” I whispered. For a moment, he just stared at me, like he was searching for something—some proof that I wasn’t making empty promises. Then, finally, he nodded. “Okay.” It wasn’t much. But it was **a start.** ---That night, Lucien didn’t go b
Chapter 67: The Cost of VictoryLucien didn’t speak as we walked out of the warehouse. His steps were heavy, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitching. Caleb stayed close, his eyes scanning our surroundings as if expecting another attack. Police officers moved around us, securing the area, but none of it made me feel safe. **Not yet.** Luca stood by one of the police vehicles, his arms crossed. When he saw me, his expression softened, but only slightly. “You okay?” I nodded. “Thanks to you guys.” His gaze shifted to Lucien. “You look like hell.” what, what do you mean?, I asked myself, I didn't want to show off any form of anger, so I had take slow and calm, me don't want anything or form, that anything is escalating so let's keep on a lowLucien barely reacted. His knuckles were still raw, blood drying on his skin. His face was bruised, but that wasn’t what worried me. **It was the emptiness in his eyes.** Luca sighed, shaking his head. “Wallace is