April was diligently performing her morning chores, her tasks having doubled since the other slaves left. As she scrubbed the hallway floors, she accidentally spilled a bucket of water. The water splashed onto Leona, who was walking by.Leona, known for her cruelty and disdain for anything unclean, stopped in her tracks. Her eyes blazed with fury. "You clumsy little wretch!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the hallway."I'm so sorry, ma'am. It was an accident," April stammered, trying to clean up the mess.Leona's face twisted with anger. "An accident? I'll show you an accident!" She slapped April hard across the face, the sound ringing out sharply. "You think you can just spill water on me and get away with it?"April reeled from the blow, her cheek stinging. Before she could recover, Leona slapped her again, and again, until April was on the floor, her vision blurred with tears."Get up!" Leona commanded. "You're going to clean every inch of this hallway with your bare hands
Lucifer sat at the head of the conference table, surrounded by the board of directors of L&D Enterprises, the multinational corporation co-founded by his late father and Damon's father from the Blue Moon Pack. The company specialized in advanced biotechnology and pharmaceuticals, making significant strides in medical research and treatments."We need to discuss the next phase of our expansion," Lucifer said, his authoritative voice filling the room. "Our recent breakthrough in genetic therapy has the potential to revolutionize the industry. I want a detailed plan on how we can leverage this to strengthen our market position."One of the directors nodded, flipping through his notes. "We've already started preliminary talks with potential partners in Europe and Asia. The reception has been very positive.""Good," Lucifer replied, his eyes scanning the room. "We need to ensure that our innovations remain at the forefront. No distractions, no setbacks. We have a responsibility to both our
Damon sat in his study, the dim light casting shadows across his face. He stared at the photo of his brother, his mind a turbulent sea of anger and regret. The memories of the past and the recent confrontation with Lucifer replayed endlessly in his head. He knew he couldn't let Lucifer continue his reign unchallenged.Determined, Damon picked up his phone and dialed a number he hadn't used in a long time."Marcus, it's Damon," he said when the line connected. "We need to meet. There's something we need to discuss—about Vladimir."The response was immediate and serious. "Understood. I'll be there in an hour."As he waited, Damon sifted through the documents on his desk. He had amassed a significant amount of information on Lucifer over the years, but none of it had been enough to bring him down. This time, he needed a different approach.---Meanwhile, back at the mansion of Bloody Sinners, Lucifer sat in his office, deep in thought. The confrontation with Damon earlier had been intens
April was lying on a makeshift bed in a quiet corner of the mansion, her body aching from the morning's work, she left th lawn because she needed a place to keep her head. She had just closed her eyes to rest when she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up, expecting to see Lydia ready to scold her for not finishing her tasks.To her surprise, Lydia's expression was soft and concerned. "April," Lydia began, kneeling beside her. "You need to rest for the remainder of the day. The Alpha has ordered it."April blinked, not quite believing her ears. "He did?"Lydia nodded. "Yes. He saw how exhausted you were and insisted that you take a break."April's eyes filled with tears, a mix of relief and confusion. "Thank you, Lydia."Lydia patted her shoulder gently. "Just rest, April. I'll handle the rest of your chores for today."As Lydia walked away, April felt a strange warmth spread through her chest. Despite everything, Lucifer had shown her a small kindness.---Leona stood in the lar
Lucifer was driving home, the night still echoing with the violence of the warehouse fight. His phone rang, the caller ID showing Damon. With a grimace, he answered."Damon," Lucifer said, his voice like a controlled growl."Lucifer," Damon replied, his tone dripping with contempt. "Enjoying your evening?""What do you want?" Lucifer's grip tightened on the steering wheel."I just wanted to remind you of our little conversation earlier. Have you thought about what might happen if the world finds out about your... past indiscretions?"Lucifer's eyes narrowed. "It was an accident, Damon. And you know it.""An accident?" Damon laughed bitterly. "That accident drove my mother insane! She curses me every day, thinking I'm the monster. All because of you."Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to keep his temper in check. "I've already told you, I'm not stepping down as president. Whatever you think you can do, I'm ready.""We'll see about that," Damon hissed. "Step down, or I will make sure e
Isabella had heard from the guards that Lucifer was back from his mission but had sustained a serious injury. Her heart raced with a mix of worry and anger as she hurried to his chambers. However, when she arrived, she saw that his wounds had already been treated. Her eyes then fell on some dirty dishes around, and fury boiled within her."Lucifer, really? Can't you take care of your own mess?" Isabella snapped, her voice sharp and full of frustration.Lucifer, lounging on the bed, glanced at her with a dismissive smirk. "Isabella, calm down. It’s just a few dishes. I had April handle most of it."Isabella’s eyes blazed with anger at the mention of April. "April? That slave? Again? Why do you keep relying on her instead of me, your wife-to-be?"Lucifer's expression darkened, a cold edge entering his voice. "April is efficient and knows her place. You, on the other hand, seem to enjoy nagging more than anything."Isabella's fists clenched at her sides. "She’s nothing but a slave! How c
April ran to the slave quarters, her vision blurred by tears. She collapsed onto her tiny bed, the familiar weight of despair settling over her. Sobs wracked her body as she thought of all the injustices she had endured. If only Lucifer hadn't treated her so poorly, if only her aunt hadn't sold her to this wretched place, she wouldn't be suffering so much. Through her tears, she uttered yet another curse against the woman who had betrayed her, making it the 200th curse she had laid upon her aunt.Her crying was interrupted when Bluey and Pistol entered the room, their expressions softening with concern. Bluey, a petite girl with a fierce spirit, immediately sat down next to April and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Pistol, a tall and imposing figure, stood nearby, her anger simmering just below the surface."April," Bluey said gently, "we saw what happened. Isabella is out of control. You didn’t deserve that."April sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Why does s
★★★ NEXT MORNING ★★★The next morning, April woke up with a dull, sore ache throughout her body, especially around her thighs. She winced as she tried to sit up, the events of the previous night coming back to her in a haze. Lucifer was nowhere to be seen, and she assumed he had already gone to his office. Slowly, April made her way to Lucifer’s bathroom, needing to wash away the remnants of the night. She turned on the shower and let the warm water soothe her aching muscles. After a while, she stepped out, feeling somewhat refreshed but still uncertain about what to wear. Her clothes had been torn to shreds the night before, and she had nothing to change into.After a moment of deliberation, April spotted Lucifer's black hoodie hanging on a chair. She pulled it on, the fabric engulfing her small frame. The hoodie was so large on her that it hung past her knees, the sleeves completely covering her hands. She had to roll them up several times just to free her fingers. Despite its size