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
★★★★ ONE MONTH LATER ★★★★Lucifer's presence had become like a storm raging through the Bloody Sinners Clan. Every word he spoke was laced with venom, every order delivered with an edge that cut deep. The entire clan moved on eggshells around him, sensing the growing darkness that had taken hold of their leader. His wrath spared no one; even Mikhail and Jessica found themselves at the receiving end of his harsh commands. It was clear to everyone that something was deeply wrong, but none dared to speak it aloud.Isabella had learned this the hard way. Her body still ached from the beating she had received when she tried to force herself on Lucifer, thinking that perhaps physical intimacy would bridge the ever-growing chasm between them. She was wrong. The encounter ended with her sprawled on the floor, nursing bruises that went far beyond the physical. She had been avoiding Lucifer ever since, terrified of igniting his rage again.••••••••••★★★★ GEORGIA ★★★★Meanwhile, in a city far f
Something suddenly clicked in April's head. They all know her name! How come? Are they Lucifer's men? Her heart raced at the thought of going back to that hell. But she summoned the courage to ask." How did you know my name?" She asked looking at him with fear. Aiden sighed, running a hand through his hair. "When I found you, you were in bad shape. You kept whispering a name—Lucifer—along with bits of other things. I had to make a quick decision, so I took you to the nearest hospital. But after you were stabilized, I noticed some unusual men hanging around, asking questions. It didn’t feel right, so I did some digging."April's eyes widened, fear creeping into her voice. "And you found out about my aunt?"He nodded. "It wasn’t easy, but I found out that she sold you off, and you were in the middle of something far worse than just being a runaway. I knew staying in Russia would be too dangerous, so I brought you here, to Savannah, Georgia. It’s quieter here, and I hoped it would be
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Gorbachev residence, casting a warm glow over the polished hardwood floors. The air was filled with the sound of laughter as two children, a boy and a girl, ran through the spacious living room, their giggles echoing off the walls. Their mother, April Gorbachev, chased them playfully, her long hair flowing behind her as she moved with an ease that belied the weight of her past. The years had been kind to her; her once timid demeanor had been replaced by a quiet strength and grace that she had earned through hardship and perseverance."Come back here, you two! It's time for breakfast before school!" April called out, her voice filled with affection as she finally caught up with them, scooping her daughter into her arms and spinning her around. The little girl, with deep brown eyes and curly hair, squealed in delight. "Mommy! Put me down! Alex is getting away!" April laughed, setting her
April walked through the glass doors of Gorbachev Enterprises, the polished floors reflecting the light from the chandeliers above. Eleanor, her assistant, trailed behind her, holding a tablet and a stack of documents. As they made their way to the conference room, employees greeted them with polite smiles and nods. April returned the gestures with a slight nod of her own, her mind elsewhere.The conference room loomed ahead, its doors closed, but April could feel the weight of the media presence behind them. Cameras, microphones, reporters—all waiting for her. The thought of her face being plastered across every screen, every newspaper, made her stomach churn. She paused for a moment outside the doors, her hand gripping the polished handle.Eleanor, noticing her hesitation, leaned in and whispered, "Are you okay, April? You don't have to do this if you're not ready."April closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The fear of Lucifer finding her, of him seeing her and dragging her back
**Russia, Moscow** **Bloody Sinner’s Mansion**The last six years had left an indelible mark on the Bloody Sinner’s Clan. The passage of time had only fueled Lucifer’s obsession, turning what was once love into something darker, more twisted. His search for April had consumed him, leaving the Clan in a state of tense equilibrium, where only the necessary mafia activities took place, but little else. Isabella, once a favored member of the Clan, had been banished along with her father after their treachery came to light. They had tried to defraud and kill the Alpha, a move that Lucifer couldn’t forgive. Amelia met a much more gruesome fate; she had dared to attempt Bluey’s life out of jealousy, and Lucifer had ended her without a second thought, showing the Clan that betrayal, in any form, would not be tolerated.Despite the tension, life continued. Spike had married Genevieve, and they now had a three-year-old daughter. Gift and Luciano had also tied the knot, with twins now four ye