CHAPTER 29

*First Person's Perspective*

~Enise~

I knocked gently on the door, my hands shaking slightly as I adjusted my luggage in front of me. I didn’t know why I felt so nervous; after everything that had happened, this should’ve been the easiest part. But it wasn’t. It was never going to be easy.

The door opened almost immediately, and Lucian stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise. He hadn’t expected this as I didn't even call to let him know that I was on my way over

"Enise?" he asked, his voice uncertain. "What are you doing here? And with all your luggage?"

I didn’t know how to answer. My throat tightened, and before I could stop myself, the tears started to flow. It wasn’t just the frustration. It wasn’t just the sadness. It was everything. All the things I couldn’t say to Lucas, all the things I couldn’t change. The weight of it all just came crashing down in an instant.

Without thinking, I rushed forward, wrapping my arms around Lucian’s neck. I pressed my face into his chest, allowing myself the smallest moment of comfort. He stood still for a moment, frozen in surprise, before his arms hesitantly came around me.

"What happened, Enise?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion. "Why are you here like this? Did something happen?"

I pulled away slightly, wiping my eyes, but the tears wouldn’t stop coming out.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself and my breathing

"It’s Lucas," I started, my voice shaky. "He told Miracle that he loved me and Not her mother. He told her that her mother —" I couldn’t finish the sentence. It hurt too much to say out loud. "He told her that her mother wasn't coming back and it was because he now loved me. Miracle took it In the way her little self could process it and now she thinks I'm evil. My own daughter called me evil, Lucian "

Lucian’s expression darkened instantly, and I could see the anger flicker in his eyes. He placed his hands on my shoulders, looking at me like he couldn’t believe what I was saying.

"That’s insane," he muttered, his jaw tightening. "He did that? What the hell was he thinking?"

I nodded, my throat tightening again. "And it only got worse. Miracle got so angry. She said she never wanted to see me again. She...she said she hates me. She was so pissed and sad. Nothing I said would make her feel and think otherwise. I'm so broken " I choked on the words, my voice breaking. "She doesn’t want me anymore, Lucian. She hates me to the core"

Lucian was silent for a moment, the anger on his face growing more pronounced by the second. I could feel his frustration, his outrage. He was pissed. And I understood why. It wasn’t right. What Lucas had done wasn’t right. But in that moment, I couldn’t find the strength to fight for it anymore. I couldn’t find the strength to fix it. I was just… done.

"I’m going to go over there," Lucian said, his voice low with fury. "I’m going to give Lucas a piece of my mind. He can’t just treat you like that. He can’t—"

"No," I interrupted, stepping forward and putting a hand on his chest to stop him. "No, Lucian, please don’t do anything. I don’t want you to get involved. This is something I have to deal with myself. It’s my mess to clean up."

Lucian looked at me like I was crazy. "You can’t just let him get away with this. He’s hurting you, Enise. He’s hurting Miracle too. You’re both my family. I won't let him just—"

"I said no," I snapped, my voice sharp despite the tears streaming down my face. "This is my decision. It’s over. I just need time. I just need some space to think and figure things Besides, showing up there would only ruin all the plans we've made. We need to thread carefully and cautiously

Lucian seemed to hesitate for a moment, his jaw still tight with anger. He wanted to fight for me, to fix this situation, and I could see the worry in his eyes.

Before we could say anything else, the sound of footsteps approached, and the door opened wider. Anna appeared, her face pale, her eyes wide with concern.

"Enise?" she asked, her voice full of sympathy. "I… I heard what happened. Are you alright?"

I nodded, though I knew I wasn’t. "I’m fine, Anna. Just a little tired."

She didn’t seem convinced. Her gaze darted between Lucian and me before she stepped fully into the room. "You’re not fine, Enise. I can see it in your eyes. What did Lucas do to you?"

I felt my stomach churn at the mention of his name. "He told Miracle that he didn't love her mom anymore. And it was all because of me," I repeated, my voice tired and dry. "He’s turned everything upside down. She’s angry, she doesn’t want me anymore. She thinks I’m evil, Anna. She actually said that."

Anna’s expression softened in disbelief. "Miracle said that?"

I nodded, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill. "She did. She doesn’t want me in her life anymore. She doesn’t even want to see me."

Lucian’s fists clenched at his sides. I could see him fighting to hold back his anger. "That’s unacceptable," he muttered. "He’s playing with people’s lives. He’s playing with Miracle’s emotions like it’s some kind of game."

I stepped back, the pain in my chest deepening. "I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t stay with him when he’s like this. I can’t fix this. I don’t even think I want to."

Anna reached for my hand, her grip gentle but firm. "You don’t have to fix this, Enise. You’ve done nothing wrong. This is on Lucas. This is all on him."

I looked at her, my heart aching. "But it doesn’t change anything, does it? I’m still leaving. I’m still walking away from all of this."

Just then, a cold chill swept over the room, and we all froze. The air felt thick with tension. I couldn’t explain why, but I knew exactly who had just entered the room without even looking.

Diana.

Her presence was unmistakable. Her sharp, calculating gaze, her perfect posture—it was all there. The next minute, She stood in the doorway, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk eyeing its prey. I could feel my heart race as her gaze flicked over to me, and I braced myself for whatever was coming.

"Enise," she said coolly, her tone laced with something I couldn’t quite place. "I see you’ve made yourself at home here."

I met her gaze with a cool indifference, refusing to let her see how much she affected me. "I’m just here for a little while," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just needed some space."

Lucian stepped forward, his anger clearly still simmering. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice sharp.

Diana’s eyes flicked toward Lucian, her lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile."Oh! Lucian , I'm Diana. Enise knos who I am, right Enise?" She asked but I simply ignored her and headed inside

"Well, no one cares, so leave" Lucian retorted "I’m not here to make things worse," she said calmly. "I’m here to offer… a solution."

I stopped in my tracks and raised an eyebrow, unsure of what she meant. "A solution?"

She didn’t answer right away, instead turning her gaze back to me. "You think you can just walk away from this? From everything? From your responsibilities?" Diana’s voice softened, but it held an underlying threat, like she was daring me to defy her.

I stood my ground, despite the fear that crept up my spine. "I don’t need a solution, Diana. I just need some time away. And who do you think you are, to come into my home and dictate things to me?"

She didn’t say anything for a moment, but her silence was deafening. Then, in that cold, measured voice of hers, she finally spoke.

"I am someone who knows your secret and can reveal it out to whoever I want, whenever I want and with solid proof" she responded with a smug smile and I scoffed

"You don't scare me, Diana. All I want right now is space to think and that is final" My voice firm and unshaku. "Then you’d better be careful, Enise," she said softly, but with a hard edge to her words. "Because time isn’t something you can afford to waste. Especially not now."

Her words lingered in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was threatening me, even if she wasn’t saying it directly. Whatever her game was, it was clear that she wasn’t about to let me walk away without consequences. But I was ready for her. Ready for whatever game she was playing .

The room fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of Diana’s presence hanging heavy over us. I had no idea what her next move would be, but I knew one thing for sure: nothing would ever be the same again.