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
Ken found himself frozen in place, struggling to muster a smile. The rationality he had lost moments ago had returned, a powerful resurgence. He turned slowly, facing his boss seated nonchalantly on a red sofa in the expansive living room. Dressed in a brown T-shirt and black pants, Lucian exuded casual confidence, his neatly combed hair slicked back. As dashing as ever, a lavish dinner spread before him, the two locked eyes briefly. Ken then exhaled deeply and retraced his steps. "Ah, Sir, I thought you were upstairs," Ken said, his smile strained but present. "Why would I be upstairs at this time of day?" Lucian inquired, observing his disheveled secretary. "And why do you look like you're about to commit murder?" A fleeting pallor washed over Ken's face before he quickly adopted a feigned, innocent expression. "Like what, sir?" "Like you're on the verge of strangling someone." Ken blinked, pretending confusion. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Despite his anxiety, h
Lucian heaved a sigh, deliberately brushing off the man who stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on him. He had no need for prophetic insight to deduce Jake's thoughts, but in all honesty, did he even care?"HELL NO!" he answered that question in his mind, dismissing the concern over Jake's musings. His thoughts were preoccupied with far weightier matters than any assumptions Jake might harbor.His eyes returned to the document, another sigh escaping his lips. Ah, yes. The document held fragments of information that were still alien to him, a puzzle he was keen on deciphering. Yet, these details merely scratched the surface of what he truly sought. They recounted her experiences and actions subsequent to becoming an IED patient. What he yearned for was a glimpse into her life before the rage and chaos took over, particularly the incident that sparked her flight from home.But alas, no matter how many resources he poured into the search, the information he sought remained elusive. Undo
Lucian stared at her, confused. "What do you mean, who am I?" he questioned. "You don't know who I am?" he asked, shocked. "No, I don't," she replied with a serious face. "I'm quite puzzled to find unfamiliar faces as the first thing I'm seeing after waking up," she continued. "But where is Lucy and Roman?" she asked, glancing around. "They're supposed to be here." "Who is she asking for?" Lucian wondered aloud, his gaze fixed on her. Her accent is... "Jake, do you want to explain what's going on?" Lucian demanded, not taking his eyes off her. "Well, the fact that she doesn't recognize you and the change in her accent could be an after-effect of the drug she took," Jake sighed and stepped forward. "It could indicate a relapsed memory. She can't recall anything." he added with a frown "If that's the case, why the sudden personality change, and why is she asking for people I don't know?" Lucian inquired further. "Just because you don't know them doesn't mean she doesn't," Jake repli
As the moments unfolded, a rush of memories surged back to me, vivid and intense. The aftermath of these memories played out before my mind's eye, each moment carefully replayed as if it had just happened. I wanted to safeguard the surge of my sanity, to keep it hidden for as long as possible. But it was evident that everyone present, even the maid, sensed the shift in my mental state. Would that be alright, though? If he realizes that I'm not fit to be his wife, would he let me go? Yes, that thought had crossed my mind. Yet, in those brief moments of memory lapse, he didn’t abandon me or treat me with hatred. Instead, I recalled the care he showed me. He easily could have been mistaken for a real husband. Now, looking at his concerned face, I felt bewildered. He should release me. "Yes, I'm okay," I replied to him as he gently guided me to the bed. Lucian joined me but remained quiet. He signalled to Jake, who approached with his medical equipment. During the doctor's examination,
************************************NON-CONTRACTED"My heart... I can't take it. I'm crying right now," Nora whispered, her eyes misty with tears, as she watched Mira and Lucian share their vows."What would it take for her to find happiness such as this?" she murmured to herself, her gaze drifting to the man sitting beside her. In that moment, as if he sensed her shift of attention, Noah met Nora's gaze. Their eyes locked for a split second, a silent understanding passing between them.Suddenly, a bouquet fell into Nora's hands, and she gasped, shocked and stunned. Her eyes widened as she peeled her gaze away from Noah and looked at the flowers in her hands. "What is this?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise, staring at Mira, who beamed knowingly at her."It looks like it's going to be your turn soon," the man beside her said, his voice calm and casual.Nora turned almost immediately to him, her heart racing with a mix of emotions. But his focus was already on the newlywed co
A day before the wedding in New York, When the steady chattering of the presentation in the meeting felt like a relentless hammering inside Lucian's head, he knew it was time to escape back to his woman. Collecting his leather briefcase, he made his way toward the exit. However, Ken stopped him before he was halfway there. “You're not leaving,” he declared loudly enough to be heard over the incessant chatter. “You said I had to stay until the end,” he reminded Lucian. Lucian's patience was wearing thin. He sighed, his annoyance clear. “I take it back,” he replied, wanting nothing more than to be with the love of his life. Ken couldn't help but grin mischievously. “Feeling a little too full for this sort of thing?” he teased. Ken's expression turned knowing, his intuition telling him that becoming a father had indeed changed everything about Lucian. And he was right. “You can head back home now,” Lucian told him firmly. “I need to see my wife.” “Your soon-to-be wife, you mean?”
I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. What did he mean by he was'scared?’ Of what? Me …“What do you mean?” I'd ask him“Do you know how scared I was every time I watched you torn by the emotions of your families? I sometimes wished I could kill them all.” He spat out, “I heard from Leo just how close you were with your father before he betrayed you and watching him get killed; such emotion could put you on edge again, and when your mother’s illness came up... I just couldn’t pour all that on you.” He shook his head, “It’s already bad that you are unstable and pregnant. I didn’t want anything to shake you. That’s why I treated her in secret. My plan was when she regained herself, I’ll bring her to you… But I didn’t know it would get out of hand." he said with his head between his legs, “I’m sorry for yelling at your like that,” he added. “The look of hatred and anger I saw in your eyes earlier was just too much.”I never expected to hear him come clean. Taking a deep breath, she s
Six months later ~~~~~~Lucian woke up restless after a bad night’s sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about Mrs. Dolman’s situation and how he was going to break the news to Mira without her flipping out. Glancing at the time, he realized it was past noon, and Mira was already up.He sighed deeply. Since she made up with her sister and uncle, she has been spending a lot of time with them. While he was genuinely happy for her, he couldn’t deny the fact that he missed her presence terribly.“Why are they still here?” he questioned aloud, his frustration evident in his tone. He stood up, feeling a growing sense of regret for ever allowing them to stay behind. The situation was taking a toll on his relationship with Mira, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to go around that.***I sighed, lost in my thoughts, absentmindedly rubbing my round belly. I do look like a pregnant woman now. I wished my mother was he
When Lucan arrived home, he was met by Leo and Lora, who were sitting and waiting for him,The moment Leo saw him, he stood up. "Ah, good morning, Mr Creed, Were you not at home?" he asked.Lucian lifted his head above the many bags on the ground. "No... Good morning," he replied with a forced smile. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked.Leo smiled. "Yeah, well, I thought it was best to leave now...""Before we get chased out," Lora interjected, ignoring Leo’s glaring gaze."Please ignore that," Leo quickly said, with a nervous smile. “Oh, I did," Lucian replied, unfazed by the situation."Great," Leo said, smiling nervously. The man's presence was a little too overwhelming for him. "Anyway, we came for the party, and now that it's over, it’s best we leave. But I wanted to at least say my goodbyes first." He said with a smile, but Lucian wasn’t returning it. "I would have loved to speak with Mira, but... We'll just call once we’re gone," he added, his tone slightly apologetic.Lucian
The moment Lucian stepped into the station, he was obstructed by one of the corrupted officers, a bald man who pretended not to know him,"Can I help you, sir?" The bald officer asked rudely, his tone laced with false politeness."Hmm. This is my boss, Lucian Creed," Ken replied instead, his voice firm. "I told you about him.""No, you didn't," the officer replied defiantly, a blatant lie hanging in the air."Huh!" Ken stared at him, his confusion evident. "I remember telling you about him, and even the papers I gave...""Sorry, man! I don't remember you mentioning anything like that," the officer lied again, his eyes avoiding direct contact."How---""That's enough," Lucian sighed, masking his frustration with a forced smile aimed at the officer. "I'd like to speak with the commander-in-chief," he requested calmly, even though he had the clearance to enter without such formalities."Is that right?" another officer interjected, appearing out of nowhere. "Do you have an appointment?" h
Lucian carried me straight to the bedroom the instant he entered the door of the penthouse, ignoring everyone else. The beast of a man yanks the whole thing down without waiting for me to take off my clothes.He despised the thought of me wearing Amelia's present and then smirked at my lovely body."Ha-ah," I chuckled at his enthusiasm to strip me naked. "You won't even wait for me to clean myself?" I inquired, teasing him with my gaze. "I need a bath," I explained."Well... bathing is overrated," Lucian grumbled, "but it doesn't matter because I love your scent." He responded by carrying me to the bed.I laughed as his hand travelled all over my body before coming to a halt on my tummy.Ah! Lucian sighed, God he was so happy. Who would have thought a day will come that he too would have a child, from this stubborn woman, no less? Never in his wildest dream did he think they would even end up together… Not after all the chaos."If you continue to gaze at my stomach like that, I have a
Lucian stood outside the room, his hand trembling on the doorknob. He couldn't bring himself to open the door, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him like a ton of bricks. He stared at the room number, trying to find the strength to face whatever lay inside.After what felt like an eternity, he mustered the courage to push the door open, the hinges creaking softly. Mira's voice reached his ears, muffled by the walls but unmistakably filled with pain. She was crying. Lucian's heart clenched in his chest, but he remained frozen in place, listening to her words.His world shattered when he heard her confess, her voice heavy with emotion, "I love Noah and would do anything to be together with him again."His breath caught in his throat. God, he truly did love her. But in that moment, he felt like a spectator in his own life, watching his heart being torn apart. Maybe they were never meant to be. Perhaps his purpose was to guard her, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.
Nora observed me, her eyes fixed on my trembling hand as it gently pressed against my stomach. She then shifted her gaze back to me, concern and disbelief etched on her face. "You're not seriously saying—" "Oh, for heaven's sake," Nora snapped, her voice laced with impatience. "You don't know that you're pregnant?" She let out a heavy sigh, her tone softening slightly. "I may not like admitting it, but I've been married and had kids. I can tell when a woman is carrying a child. Just look at your cheeks and breasts. How could you not know?" She pointed out that her concern was deepening. "No... that must be..." I began, but my words trailed off into uncertainty. Suddenly, the van came to a sudden halt, cutting me off mid-sentence. The back door swung open, revealing the bustling facade of the hospital. "We're here," Nora stated sharply, her frustration clear. The medical team swiftly moved, pulling Noah's trolley out of the van and rolling him into the hospital, leaving me standing