While Cynthia was contemplating how to let Thomas know she had returned, two people staggered out from another corner of the bar."Jacqueline, why did you come to such a crowded place? If Nicky finds out, he's going to nag at you for ages," a man muttered as he supported the already heavily intoxicated Jacqueline.Jacqueline's cheeks were flushed, her movements sluggish. She mumbled as she walked, "What does he take me for... I loved him... loved him so sincerely... buthe only sees me as... as a substitute for his ex-wife? How could he do this to me? Lucien, how could you treat me like this!"As she spoke, Jacqueline suddenly grabbed the man's collar, breaking into sobs.Alarmed, the man panicked and tried to shield her from view. "GOD, stop shouting! If people see you like this, your image will be completely ruined!"Jacqueline let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh. "Image? Do I even have an image left? I'm already a joker—a complete jo
Moments later.Cynthia felt as if her head was filled with fog, her body weighed down as though a massive boulder was crushing her. She couldn't move a single inch. In a daze, she slowly opened her eyes, her throat dry and burning like fire. Struggling to form words, she croaked, "Water… water…"She faintly heard the sound of water being poured. Soon after, a pair of strong arms gently helped her up. Cynthia instinctively accepted the glass pressed into her hands and gulped the water down greedily, finally easing the dryness in her throat.Squinting slightly, she murmured, "Erica, where are we?"No response.She continued, "Well, forget it, it doesn't matter where we are. I just don't want to go home right now. If I stay there another minute, Lucien will probably come knocking again. He's a lunatic."Still, there was no reply.The hands supporting her tensed slightly. A strange feeling crept up her spine, making her unea
After a long while, Cynthia gradually regained her composure. She raised a hand to wipe away the lingering tears on her face, trying to steady herself. Her voice, still hoarse from crying, broke the silence."Why am I in a hospital?"Erica took a deep breath, making an effort to suppress the emotions still roiling inside her. Then, in a calm yet grave tone, she recounted the harrowing events that had taken place at the bar."...And that's how it happened. You were unconscious the whole time—I was completely panicked…"Cynthia tried to recall what had happened. The only thing she could vaguely remember was a sharp pain in her shoulder, followed by darkness. She had no idea someone had actually tried to abduct her.Her brows furrowed tightly. "What did the doctor say?""The doctor said you were injected with a drug containing sedatives," Erica responded quickly. Then, with urgency in her voice, she pressed on, "Do you remember who
"Coincidence."Saying only that one word, Lucien stepped out of the car. Sandy followed closely behind, chuckling softly as she murmured, "WellA coincidence?I don't think so. You haven't gone to see her in days—I almost thought you had finally given up. I knew something was off when you agreed to attend this charity gala. This isn't your style at all. Turns out, YOU.COME.HERE.FOR.HER."As she spoke, she exited the car as well, naturally slipping her arm through Lucien's.She glanced up at him—the refined, jade-like features, the tall, impeccably built figure. Anyone would have to admit that he looked every bit the charming CEO who could make women swoon.Yet, who would have thought that a man like him would willingly become a lovesick fool for a single woman? Even she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at this moment. "When did you become so
At that moment, a rotund man was tightly gripping Cynthia's hand, his face plastered with a greasy smile as he spoke to Jeffrey beside him."Jeffrey, I'm really curious where you found such a beautiful editor. Cynthia, if you're ever unhappy at F.E., you're welcome at my company anytime. I can even start a magazine just for you and make you the editor-in-chief."Cynthia frowned slightly, her heart filled with disgust.The man's grip showed no intention of loosening. His lecherous eyes shamelessly roamed over her, and his repulsive hand occasionally rubbed against the back of hers, even brushing her palm from time to time.Suppressing her discomfort, Cynthia maintained a polite smile while subtly attempting to free herself with a clever twist of her wrist. But the man clung to her like sticky taffy, tightening his grip instead.Just then, a strong, firm hand abruptly clamped down on the man's wrist.Lucien's voice rang out, laced with a hint of mockery."Ford, what do you think you're
Cynthia felt as if she had been frozen in place. Her mind went completely blank, and for a moment, she found herself unable to react, let alone speak.Sandy, on the other hand, wore an exceptionally warm smile and said softly, "Cynthia, we've met twice before. Do you remember?"From the very first time she had seen Sandy, Cynthia knew this woman was different.As one of Lucien's women, Sandy was treated with a level of importance that far surpassed Jacqueline.Yet, what puzzled Cynthia the most was Sandy's attitude toward her—Lucien's infamous ex-wife. Sandy was always polite, her face ever adorned with that gentle, unshakable smile.Even now, with Lucien approaching her yet again, Sandy showed no signs of jealousy or displeasure. Instead, she had taken the initiative to greet her.This unexpected friendliness made Cynthia feel incredibly uneasy.She couldn't figure out what Sandy's true intentions were, but something deep inside told her that this kindness was nothing more than a fac
Cynthia's body stiffened as if frozen, turning around with great difficulty.The moment she saw the person behind her, the tension in her chest slightly eased, and she let out a slow breath—it was Sandy.She had been so anxious that she hadn't even registered that the voice was female.Sandy approached with a glass of red wine in hand, her steps light and effortless. Perhaps due to the alcohol, a faint blush colored her cheeks. "Cynthia, I have something to say to you," she said."Go ahead," Cynthia replied, her tone indifferent.Sandy tilted her head slightly, studying Cynthia as if scrutinizing an object.After a brief pause, she finally spoke, her voice carrying an almost imperceptible hint of accusation. "Just now, Lucien stepped in to help you, but you dismissed him as meddling. Don't you think that was a bit too much?"The words snapped Cynthia's drifting thoughts back into focus.She hadn't expected Sandy to confront her over this. After a brief moment of surprise, she responde
In the blink of an eye, the car came to a steady stop in front of a luxury boutique.He brought her here... to buy clothes?Cynthia thought back on the night's events. Lucien had been acting completely out of character—not only helping her out of a tight spot but also leaving Sandy behind to take her away, as if he genuinely cared about her.What exactly was he planning?But now was not the time to dwell on it. Cynthia was drenched, looking utterly disheveled. Even if he suddenly decided to show mercy and let her go, she couldn't possibly go home in this state.So, she stopped resisting and stepped out of the car, still wrapped in Lucien's jacket, and headed straight into the women's clothing store. Lucien followed closely behind her in silence.As they stepped inside, an eager sales associate immediately greeted them. Cynthia browsed through the racks, ignoring everything else, while Lucien stood at a distance, waiting quietly. His tall, commanding presence naturally drew attention,
Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.A soft, sticky voice called from outside the door. "Mommy!"Cynthia snapped awake. In a panic, she shoved the man beside her. "Hide, now!"Lucien groaned, his voice still thick with sleep. "What time is it...?""Who cares!" she hissed, pushing him off the bed.Caught off guard, Lucien hit the floor with a loud thud. Just as he opened his mouth to protest, a blanket landed squarely on his head."Not a sound!"Cynthia winced at the ache in her waist as she opened the door. There stood Harley, barefoot, squatting on the floor, carefully folding a paper airplane out of a hundred-dollar bill."Why aren't you wearing shoes?" She scooped him up, brushing the dust from his tiny feet."Look, Mommy!" Harley beamed, holding up a red plane. "It's flying money!"Cynthia rubbed her temples as she surveyed the room littered with money-made airplanes. Last night with Lucien had clearly gotten out of hand."Sweetheart,
The glass doors to the balcony rattled softly in the night breeze.Lucien turned around, the cigarette between his fingers flaring faintly in the dark. Moonlight outlined his sharp features, but his eyes were darker than the night, locked intensely on her. When he caught sight of the angry red mark on her neck, his pupils contracted."That boy… is he your son?" His voice sounded like it came from a long way off.Cynthia walked straight into the room, tossing two bank cards onto the table with a crisp thud."Twenty-five million. Not a cent less," she said coldly. "I'll be taking Harley with me tomorrow."The cigarette burned out in his palm, but the sting didn't reach his heart. He strode forward and gripped her wrist hard enough to turn her knuckles white. "And the interest?"The stack of bills hit his face. Paper fluttered to the floor like a snowfall of blood-red leaves. Lucien let out a low, bitter laugh before yanking her into his arms. Their lips crashed together, copper and heat
Smoke curled through the bar like a living thing, and the neon lights cast shifting reflections across the rims of half-empty glasses.Hogan refilled the whiskey without asking, the amber liquid catching cold glints in the dim light. "Drink up. At least alcohol never lies."He raised his own glass, the clink of ice breaking the silence.Stephen reached out, stopping Hogan's hand. "That's enough. He's had too much.""So what?"Hogan chuckled darkly, his eyes drifting to the silent man across from him. "Better drunk than drowning in pain."He leaned closer to Stephen and muttered, "Have you ever seen a man stay sane after losing his wife?"Lucien seemed detached from the world around him. He downed the whiskey in one mechanical motion, the burn doing nothing to soothe the aching void in his chest. The glass in his hand fractured the bar's lights into twisted patterns—just like the broken state of his mind.Suddenly, his phone buz
"Cynthia…"Lucien stared hard at the photo on his phone screen, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. His jaw clenched, and he forced her name out between gritted teeth. His eyes burned red with fury, as if he were on the verge of completely losing control.Just then, Simon hurried over and said in a low voice, "Thomas called. He says he knows where Cynthia is—but he wants you to meet him in person."Lucien's gaze sharpened. Without a word, he spun around and strode out the door. Simon followed closely, and they drove straight toward the estate.Inside the grand hall, Janet was clinging excitedly to Selena's hand, barely able to conceal her glee. "That bitch is finally gone! Why doesn't my brother see it? She was never good enough for him—"Before she could finish, the front doors slammed open.Lucien walked in, a storm of cold fury radiating from him. He didn't spare them a single glance and headed straig
On her way home from work, Cynthia felt her mood gradually settle. Gina's words—"The most important thing in a relationship is forgiveness"—kept echoing in her mind. Technically, her connection with Lucien was just a financial arrangement, but all this fighting was exhausting. With that thought, she made a decision: she'd be the one to break the ice tonight."How was your day?" — Too warm."You're back." — Too cold."Darling…" — She shut that thought down immediately.In the end, she settled on the most natural approach: "You're home? I was just about to cook—what do you feel like eating?"As soon as she stepped inside, she sprang into action. Her ankle still throbbed faintly, but she ignored the pain and rushed into the kitchen, laying out ingredients. On second thought, waiting in the kitchen felt too obvious. So she brought some celery to the living room and scattered a few leaves on the table, trying to make it look like she was mid-prep.Then she paused, stunned by herself—What t
Lucien walked through the door just in time to see Cynthia limping across the living room. He rushed over in three quick strides and steadied her."What happened?""Just twisted it a little," she replied casually, trying to pull her hand away."Why didn't you call me?" His brow furrowed into a knot.Cynthia looked up at him, her eyes—usually bright like starlight—now clouded with confusion."It wasn't a big deal.""Not a big deal? What, do I have to wait until your leg breaks for it to count as one?" His voice spiked in volume, and his grip on her wrist tightened. She was always like this—always keeping him shut out. Five years ago, and still now."What's your problem?" Cynthia yanked her hand free. "I was trying to save you the trouble."Lucien's jaw clenched so hard it seemed carved from stone. She'd never understand—he'd rather she cry and call him in a panic than see her pretending to be strong.When she insisted on walking on her own, he simply scooped her up without a word."Hey
Cynthia glanced around the minimalist yet cozy room. Her eyes landed on several racing photos on the wall."Didn't expect you to be a race car driver," she said."Just a hobby." Martin handed her a glass of water and cut straight to the point. "Actually, I've heard about you long ago.""Oh?" Cynthia's lips curled slightly. "What did you hear?""You're my boss's ex-wife." Martin clasped his hands. "Someone who left a deep mark on him."Cynthia let out a soft laugh. "You're giving me too much credit. A man like Lucien—who could possibly affect him?"Martin neither agreed nor denied. "I want to ask you to go easy on Jacqueline."Cynthia's gaze sharpened, the smile no longer reaching her eyes. "You must be joking. I'm just a regular person. How could I possibly 'go easy' on a top celebrity?""Just don't kick her while she's down," Martin said calmly. "She's already been blacklisted. Her career is over. She's paying the price for her own actions."Suddenly, Cynthia changed the subject. "Do
On Monday morning, when Cynthia walked into the office, the teasing she had braced herself for never came. Gina sat motionless at her desk, staring blankly at the dark computer screen. She hadn't even turned it on.Pearl leaned over and whispered, "What's up with her?"Cynthia suddenly recalled what Lucien had said Friday night—"Gina likes Martin." Thinking back to how Martin had conveniently shown up at the party, things started to click."What's it like kissing your bro?" Cynthia leaned in and murmured into Gina's ear.With a loud thud, Gina toppled over in her chair and crashed to the ground. She scrambled to her feet, her face a furious shade of red. "W-What nonsense are you talking about?!"Pearl and Cynthia exchanged a glance—and then burst out laughing.Pearl pointed to the still-black computer screen. "Our top gun's been zoning out in front of a powered-off monitor all morning.""I was brainstorming!" Gina snapped, though her defense sounded pretty weak.Cynthia feigned shock,
The knocking resumed at the door—this time accompanied by other voices. Cynthia struggled again, but Lucien easily pinned her down, his lips returning to hers with a possessive urgency. He even bit her, not hard, but enough to force her focus back to him.Only when the knocking finally stopped did Lucien slightly pull away, his voice husky. "When are you going to send them home?"Cynthia was ready to curse at him, but his fingers pressed gently against her lips. He stroked her bitten mouth with his thumb, his tone softening unexpectedly."I know I didn't come back right away, but I've been keeping an eye on everything here. The Jessica thing? Handled the next day. I just got caught up with something else." He leaned his forehead against hers. "Once they're gone, I'll explain everything."By the time Cynthia emerged from the bedroom, the living room was completely empty. The chaos from the night before had vanished—everything was spotless. On the coffee table lay a note from Pearl: "We