I marched to the west wing suite and halted for a second before a big door, looking from left to right. "This seems to be the only door in this region," I murmured, "What a show-off," I cursed and knocked, but there was no response. Seriously? As much as I would love to push the door open, I need to be careful since I'll be asking something from him. "Husband, a word, please...," I began calling out, but before I could finish, I touched the handle, and the door opened. "It wasn't locked? Well, I'm coming in," I yelled in the corridor. When I entered the room, I was astonished by how big it was for a room. Without stalling too much, I looked around for the relaxing hulk of a man. "Lucian, Lucian, where are you here?" I called, and waited for a while, but no answer came forth. I started walking up the "Wait! There is a staircase inside the room?" I questioned, shocked as I stared at the curvy stairway. Well, it was more like a step to another room, but it was still long. "Twenty steps,
Lucian didn’t know what to say as he kept staring at Mira Dolman. He remembers clearly when Nicolas told him about the ‘no intimacy’ clause he included in the contract. Although he never wanted to have any sort of physical relationship with his daughter, THE Thought of taking orders from the Dolman pissed him off so much, he had to ask him why. When Nicholas didn't say anything, He then suggested if his daughter was a virgin, but he said, ‘Of course not, but if you want to be intimate with her, you need to pay for it.’ The bastard was not just selling his daughter's future, but her body as well.He was so disgusted with him that he rejected that part of the deal, but to actually think she WAS a virgin? "That son of a bitch." He cursed under his breath and stood up from the bed, glancing at her frozen state. No wonder she was lacking in her kisses. "Well, you can't blame me. After all, it was you who came into my room, wearing almost nothing, so of course... Even if I don't have any
I fled home to free myself of the Dolman’s misfortune and find a solution to my predicament. But returning to a place I once called home after four years, only to discover that I’m being sold, worse, my parents tricked me into believing this to be a temporary contract, one that they could - Would bring me out from, but it was all a lie; they betrayed me yet again.As if that was not enough, now I have to live with a maid who reminds me so much of the woman I want to strangle to death. Isn’t that crazy? It’s making me crazy. I just hope nothing happens before I escape this shithole; it would be bad if innocent people get to suffer for something they know nothing about. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m starting to feel strange. It’s like something unpleasant is trying to take over, just like four years ago; God! I pray I get out of here before I turn into the very thing I hate the most.***Lucian groaned as he signed the last file on his desk. The meeting with the Cell’s Enterprise
While the two men ate in silence, Ken returned to his desk, which was not far from Lucian's, as he was his personal secretary. However, Jake wasn't ready to let the matter rest. He wanted to know more about Lucian's new wife's issue, knowing Lucian's stubbornness when it came to discussing it."So, you were saying something about IED?" Jake probed, determined to uncover the truth.Lucian sighed, not wanting to delve into the topic. "Forget about that," he replied dismissively."If it's something that requires attention, we need to talk about it," the doctor persisted. "IED is not a joke, especially if the person has no control over it. You and everyone around them could get hurt.""I know how serious it is, Jake, but it's none of your business, nor mine, is it?" Lucian asked, his gaze cold and unwavering.The doctor quickly raised his hands in surrender. "Relax, I don't mean to pry. But as long as she is your wife and now lives with you, it should be your business. You should have see
After that eventful day, Lucian found himself consumed by work. There was hardly any time to sit down and relax, as impending meetings demanded his attention. He was constantly on the move, traveling between countries and companies due to an on-going project. However, after an incredibly stressful month, he was finally able to catch his breath. Returning home, he was grateful for the use of his private jet, sparing Ken from the laborious task that it would have otherwise entailed. Speaking of Ken, Lucian glanced back and noticed his secretary soundly asleep behind him. The moment they had stepped onto the jet, Ken had drifted into a deep slumber. He wasn't a bastard; he knew how to appreciate a person's hard work, and Ken had been working non-stop for the past month to make sure the campaigns and meetings were successful. He planned on giving him a proper leave in order to relax with his family. He could maybe throw in a vacation leave too, maybe. He thought and sighed out loud, "N
"Who said a maid's job wasn't hard?" Josie questioned wearily as she tried to wash the dirty dishes.Last night they had slept at midnight and got up at 4 am this morning to clean the house and prepare for the boss's return.She was so tired that she couldn't even keep her eyes open; she had to rely on black coffee and drugs to stay on her feet.But something kept bothering her; unlike before, no movements or sounds were coming from upstairs.No matter how quiet the night was, she always woke up to loud and eerie screams, but now nothing was happening, and it felt strange for some reason. Was it because she had gotten used to it or something? She pondered.Sighing, "I hope she is okay," Josie murmured and continued with her work.***Ken yawned tiredly behind Lucian as soon as the jet landed."Morning, sleeping beauty," Lucian greeted him, shaking his head as he yawned again."Sorry… sir," Ken blurted out while yawning yet again."Isn't that yawning thing getting excessive?" He questio
“What the hell happened?” Doc Thomas asked as he gazed at the disfigured body on the bed. "Is she even alive?" He probed. “Yes, I checked her breathing,” Lucian replied. “Then what…” “Just stop with the questioning and check her. That’s why you’re here,” he snapped. Jake studied his friend for a moment. "You know this is a life and death situation. You should be thankful that I’m here, instead of being bossy, " he said, his tone measured. “Huh! You’re doing your job,” Creed pointed out, unfazed by the tension in the room. “Ah… You’re right,” Jack replied, not wanting to escalate the situation, and hurried to Mira’s side. He assessed the bloody nails, cuts, and bruises, all over her body. Then, he examined her face and eyes. He sighed. A quick glance revealed her malnourished state. "What was the last thing she ate before passing out?" he inquired, without turning. “They said she hasn’t eaten anything for the past two weeks,” Lucian replied. “Figures,” Jack muttered, noticing
Lucian pushed himself up and walked over to Mira’s bedside. She was whimpering from another troubled dream, evident from the visible tears in her eyes. He sat down and, instead of using the handkerchief Jack had used; he gently wiped her tears away with his fingers. He didn't immediately clean his hands, instead staring at the saltwater on his fingertips. An uneasy feeling gnawed at him, though he couldn't quite pinpoint its source. He didn't want to leave or let her go. A nagging intuition warned him that ignoring his friend's advice might lead to regret. Then again, had he ever made the right choice in his life? Mira had unexpectedly become important to him, despite his reluctance to admit it. The mansion had gained vitality since her arrival. He even found a strange fondness for her hysterical outbursts and forthright manner of speaking. Whenever he returned home, he secretly looked forward to her ear-piercing rants; he found them oddly endearing. He lifted his gaze to her inno