April wiped the sweat from her brow, trying to ignore the growing unease in her stomach. She was in the kitchen, helping Lydia prepare for the upcoming evening meal. The clattering of pots and the savory aroma of cooking filled the room, but all she could focus on was the wave of dizziness that suddenly washed over her. She gripped the edge of the counter, hoping the feeling would pass, but instead, it intensified. Her stomach churned, and she felt a sudden urge to retch. Panic flared up within her—she couldn’t be sick, not now, not here. Lydia was only a few steps away, stirring a pot with her back turned to April. The last thing April wanted was to draw attention to herself. She couldn’t let Lydia know something was wrong.Forcing a smile onto her face, April cleared her throat. "Lydia," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I just remembered I need to... um... check on something in the quarters. I’ll be right back, okay?"Lydia turned around, her e
April wiped her tears quickly when she heard the door to the slave quarters creak open. Jessica stepped inside, her usual warm smile faltering when she noticed April's red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. Concern washed over Jessica as she hurried over to April’s side, kneeling beside her."April, what’s wrong?" Jessica asked softly, reaching out to brush a tear from April’s cheek. "Why are you crying?"April bit her lip, trying to control the trembling in her voice. She couldn’t tell Jessica the truth, couldn’t let her friend know the secret she was now forced to carry. So she forced herself to lie, her voice barely above a whisper."I just... I miss my family," April murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I wish they were still alive. I wish they were here with me."Jessica’s expression softened, her heart aching for April. She knew how much April had suffered, how much she had lost. It wasn’t easy to endure so much pain and still find the strength to carry on. Jessica wrapped
April stayed curled up on her bed, the tears drying on her cheeks as she stared blankly at the wall. Hours passed, but she felt no sense of time, lost in the numbness that had settled over her. The weight of the secret she now carried was crushing, and the pain of knowing that the father of her child would kill them both if he found out made her feel hollow inside. Eventually, she forced herself to move, rising from her bed like a ghost. Her body felt heavy, her movements slow and mechanical as she made her way out of the slave quarters. Her face was pale, her eyes vacant, more a shadow of a person than the lively young woman she once was. She needed to clean up the mess she had made outside Lucifer's chambers, to avoid drawing any more attention to herself.When she reached the spot where the tray had fallen, she knelt down and began to pick up the pieces, her hands trembling as she gathered the broken dishes. She grabbed a broom and a rag to clean up the food and spilled drink, her
April walked into Lucifer’s chambers, balancing the tray in her hands. Her heart raced, each step feeling like it took a lifetime. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of the fireplace. Lucifer sat at his desk, engrossed in some papers, but the moment she entered, he looked up, his sharp eyes narrowing as they met hers.There was an eerie silence between them as she approached, placing the tray carefully on the table. She could feel his gaze on her, scrutinizing every detail, every movement. It made her skin prickle with unease, and she fought to keep her expression neutral.But Lucifer didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes, the way her hands trembled slightly as she set down the tray. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as he studied her. "What’s wrong with you?" he asked, his voice cool but laced with curiosity. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."April flinched at his words, quickly lowering her gaze to the floor. "It’s nothing, my Alpha," she replie
As Lucifer finished recounting the details to Mikhail, the weight of the revelations hung heavily in the air. Mikhail had been pacing the room, his fists clenched, his mind racing with the implications of what they had just uncovered. The Shadows had orchestrated so much pain and suffering, not only for him and Lucifer but for everyone connected to them. The thought that they might have been behind the deaths of his parents, framing April's father to cover their tracks, gnawed at him relentlessly."Damn them," Mikhail spat out, his voice low but laced with fury. "They've been playing us for fools, Lucifer. All this time...and we never saw it coming."Lucifer, leaning against his desk with a brooding expression, nodded in agreement. "They've been in the shadows for too long, manipulating us like pieces on a chessboard. But now we know the truth, and we're going to tear them apart, piece by piece."Mikhail stopped pacing and faced his brother, his eyes hardeni
April sat on the edge of her bed, her mind swirling with confusion and despair. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on her, and she felt utterly trapped, not just physically but emotionally. Her fingers trembled as she brushed them through her tangled hair, her eyes staring blankly at the floor. The tears had dried up for now, leaving her with an aching emptiness.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a maid entered the room. April looked up, startled out of her thoughts. The maid, a young woman with kind eyes and a sympathetic smile, immediately noticed the turmoil etched on April's face."Miss April, what's wrong?" the maid asked gently, her voice full of concern.April hesitated, her gaze shifting away. She had been holding onto her secret, not even daring to share it with her closest friends. But the weight of it was becoming unbearable, and now, with the maid's kind eyes upon her, she felt a sudden urge to confide in someone—anyone—who might help her."I... I don't kno
**Morning - 9AM**Lucifer stormed back into his chambers, dripping sweat from his early morning workout at the gym. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to silence the turmoil in his mind. But as he opened the door, expecting to find his room meticulously cleaned and in perfect order, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room was a mess—clothes scattered on the floor, the bed unmade, and the lingering scent of April that still clung to the air.His mood darkened instantly. He clenched his fists, feeling a rush of anger that he had been trying to suppress since he woke up. He could tolerate many things, but insubordination was not one of them.“Lydia!” he roared, his voice echoing through the mansion. It wasn’t long before the old maid came rushing into the room, her face pale with fear.“Yes, Master Lucifer?” Lydia stammered, bowing her head slightly.“Why hasn’t my room been cleaned? Where is April?” Lucifer’s voice was dangerously calm, a tone that those in the mansion had l
**ISABELLA'S ROOM**Isabella could hardly contain her excitement. The moment Amelia told her that April was nowhere to be found, she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her. April, the one thorn in her side, had seemingly disappeared, and she could already taste the sweetness of victory. Her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she twirled around the room, her arms wide as if she were embracing her newfound freedom.“Oh, Amelia, this is wonderful news!” Isabella exclaimed, spinning around like a little girl. “It’s like a dream come true! Finally, she’s gone. Finally, Lucifer will be all mine.”Amelia watched her closely, her expression carefully neutral. But deep down, a cold, calculating rage simmered beneath her composed exterior. She had no loyalty to Isabella, and every fiber of her being yearned to see her suffer just as much as April did. Yet, she masked her intentions with a thin smile, biding her time.“I’m glad you’re happy, Isabella,” Amelia said softly, her voice tinged with