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“You’re very quiet, hope you are not mad?” Lucian asked, attempting to initiate a conversation. “Is there a reason for me to be?” she replied with a question. “Well … I suppose,” he responded. I stared at him for a few minutes before speaking again. “Why do you suppose so?” I questioned without looking at him. Lucian remained quiet, undoubtedly searching for the perfect excuse, but that didn’t matter anymore. The cat was already out of the bag; there was no need to act all high and mighty. “Look, Mr. Creed, you …” “My apologies,” he blurted out, cutting me off. “What?” He sighed loudly, “Look, I know you wanted to keep that part of your life a secret. I mean IED is not something you share with others.” “And yet, you knew about it. Not just you, but the entire household,” I spat out. “I guess you really did dig up a lot about me.” “Not that much, and on the contrary, it’s just the four of us,” he replied. “I take it the ‘four of us’ means Josie the maid is included?” “Yes,
In the dimly lit room, the weight of our collaboration hung in the air like a delicate dance of shadows. Lucian Creed's attention had been ensnared, and now I found myself entwined in a plan of uncertain outcomes. His intentions mirrored mine – a calculated symbiosis, a dangerous alliance shrouded in intrigue. As the firelight flickered, our pact unfolded, revealing a path fraught with risk and possibility. "It's ironic," I began, "how the aroma of raw hard cash is the only scent potent enough to lure Nicholas Dolman from his hole." Lucian's response was swift, his tone measured. "Not unlike my own theory," he mused. "But it different," I countered, eyes locking with his. "For this plan to succeed, it demands both our co-operations. My father likely believes I've been bartered away or enslaved. Little does he know, I'm poised to live as a true Creed wife – relishing opulence, wielding influence?" "Very well," he responded, a quizzical eyebrow arcing upward as his curiosity was und
Lucian found himself standing at the entrance of the lounge, lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts. His gaze was fixed on Jake, yet his mind seemed to be wandering in some distant realm, disconnected from the present moment. It was as if he was looking right through Jake, his vision clouded by the fog of contemplation. Breaking through the boundaries of Lucian's mind, Jake's voice cut through the mental haze. With a playful wave of his hand, he beckoned Lucian back to reality. "Earth to Lucian," he called out, a grin playing on his lips as he tried to bridge the gap between their worlds. Startled, Lucian blinked and refocused his attention on Jake. His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to grasp the transition from his inner musings to the external scene before him. "What?" Lucian responded, his voice a tad dazed as he shook off the remnants of his daydream. "What are you doing?" he inquired, a genuine curiosity lacing his words as he sought to reconnect with the present conversatio
Just as Jake had advised, Lucian was spending enough time with Mira.They talked about the plan to bring Nick down, stretching it further. Along the line, they ended up talking about each other and their separate families. At first, he didn’t think the information was necessary, but as time went on, he soon found out that he had no choice in the matter. Answers to her questions just kept coming out of his mouth naturally, as if it was always meant to be. All of a sudden, the idea to be close with her no longer disgust him. “So, you’re okay with doing it my way?” I asked him.“Well, compared to the brutal plan I had, yours seemed better,” he replied.“Brutal?”"Yes, but I just realized now that killing him would be a waste. It's better to make him suffer first, and then make him suffer more, even when he begs for it," he ended. "And if possible, I would love to kill him even more in death."“That sounds comforting,” I responded to him with a laugh.“I’m glad you liked it because I sur
Just like Lucian said the next morning, Josie and the other maids came knocking on my door. At first, I decided to ignore whoever was behind the door. It was too early, and I was too exhausted to move. Last night was way too super freaky for me to be moving up and down. The thought of going berserk again was eating at my consciousness. But even when I decided not to move, it didn't stop whoever was at the door from knocking. Irritated, I hurried and opened the door. "Just what the heck do you want?" I demanded, staring right at Josie and ignoring the other two. "Good morning, Ma'am," Josie greeted with a smile, ignoring my annoyed expression. Sighing, I snapped, "Just tell me what you want. I don't have time to play housewife." "Oh, we are sorry for disturbing your slumber," she suddenly apologized, glancing at the other two knuckleheads who were obviously yawning disgustingly, evidence that they too got out of bed too early. But I couldn’t care less. "Josie," I called with no hin
Sighing, I can't believe I'm hoping for a better gown when I should be calling this whole thing stupid. Ignoring their sudden outburst, I sat down and faced the big light mirror, staring at my reflection as the maids got busy with my hair and make-up. Seriously, God is amazing... how in heaven did he create human beings, especially girls? I questioned. For the past weeks, I looked like someone who just got out of a mental hospital, which, by the way, is the truth. I even tried to apply a little makeup to my face just in case Lucian came into my room, but right now, staring at my own reflection, I look like a goddess, just after a few brush strokes. "Damn, I look good," I whispered, and Josie smiled. "Yes, Ma'am! You're beautiful, and you should keep looking like this…" she said and added, "I mean no offense with that... It's just since you married Mr. Creed, I haven't seen you going out shopping or even dressing fancy like... you know." With raised eyebrows, I replied from the mi
As Mira commenced her descent, Jake's gaze was captivated by her. He couldn't help but experience a sudden jolt of surprise at her transformation. Despite her sometimes unpredictable nature, there was an undeniable allure to her as she moved gracefully down the stairs. Absolutely, I'd be delighted to add a touch of comedic flair to the interaction: He approached Lucian, his voice laced with a hint of genuine appreciation, and greeted, "Hey!" Lucian's response was a nonchalant, "What?" "Ah, I see we're not exactly embracing the 'happily ever after' spirit today," Jake quipped, a playful glint in his eyes. Rolling his eyes, Lucian clarified, "Jake, it's not a wedding. Just a photo shoots." "Well, my dear Lucian, semantics aside, you've managed to snag a bride-to-be who is, I must say, absolutely breath-taking," Jake remarked, his gaze trailing in the direction of Lucian's fixed attention—the cameraman. Lucian's brow furrowed in bewilderment. “Seriously, what are you talking abou
In his embrace, my thoughts were in utter disarray. The soft press of his lips against mine lingered, the kiss stretching out into a suspended moment that felt both exhilarating and bewildering. Was it lasting longer than it was intended to? Perhaps he, too, was caught up in the intensity of the moment, or at least that's what I believed—until the photographer's voice sliced through the atmosphere. "All done," the photographer's announcement severed the spell, and Lucian swiftly pulled back from me. The abruptness of his movement was almost startling, as if the kiss had been a figment of my imagination, dissipating into thin air the instant reality pushed back in. As my gaze remained fixed upon him, there was an absence of any visible emotional or physical impact from the kiss. No tell-tale sign that the shared moment had stirred anything within him. A sigh slipped inward, a mix of resignation and a pang of disappointment. "It was all an act after all," I whispered under my breath,