As Lucian traveled from New York to Austral, his mind was in complete chaos, thoughts racing about what the problem with Mira might be. For the first time in his life, he wished he could fly.He longed to grow wings like a bird and soar to wherever she was, to reach her side in an instant. The agonizing slowness of the jet felt unbearable. The idea of Superman, once a mere fantasy, now seemed strikingly relevant to his desperate situation.Time dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity, as he grappled with the fear of the unknown, his heart pounding with anxiety. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms and assure himself that she was safe.She was an IED patient, and the only thing that could go wrong was losing control of her sanity. If that happened, something bad must have upset her. Lucian sighed aloud, his worry etched on his face. "I just hope whatever it is, has nothing to do with the Dolman," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and frustration.Ken,
Although he had said he would handle it, Lucian hesitated, an unknown fear washing over him like a suffocating blanket. Sensing his uneasiness, Ken asked, “Do you want me to open it?” Lucian shook his head, trying to regain his composure. “No…I’m okay,” he replied, his voice strained. “Did you call Jake?” The diversionary tactic was his attempt to regain control over the situation, even as his heart raced with an inexplicable fear. “Yes, sir, he is taking the available flight and will be here in the next few hours.” "Okay," Lucian acknowledged, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. He took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what he might find behind the door. Memories of the first time he had discovered Mira's fits flooded his mind, creating a knot of anxiety in his chest. As he approached the door again, his only prayer was that she was okay. At that moment, nothing else mattered to him but her well-being. Lucian took a deep breath and slowly opened the door,
As I sat wrapped in the bedsheet, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirled inside me. Doubt, confusion, and betrayal clouded my mind. I couldn't help but question the truth behind my sister's words and my Uncle Leo's claims about my father, how true was it? Can I trust them this time?The room felt suffocating, the weight of my past and present pressing down on me. I needed clarity, but every answer seemed to elude me, slipping through my fingers like sand. I couldn't deny the wounds on my body, a tangible reminder of my struggles, yet the mental scars cut deeper.Torn between trust and skepticism, I clenched my fists, feeling the fabric of the bedsheet beneath my fingers. My heart ached for answers, for a sense of stability in the chaos of my thoughts. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm the storm raging inside me again.Not long after, Lucian emerged, his hair still damps from a refreshing shower. He turned towards me and let out a sigh, concern etched on his f
Mira, with a sweet smile lingering on her lips, fell asleep in Lucian's arms. Instead of gently placing her back in bed, he remained seated, his eyes fixed on her beautiful, sweet, innocent face. The lines of worry on his forehead deepened as he pondered the implications of her words. If what she said was true... he too needed to question the so-called sister and uncle.A quiet determination settled in his heart. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch soft and affectionate."Ah," he sighed softly, frustration clouding his eyes. Here he was, grappling with the complexity of his own life, but in comparison to her struggles, his challenges seemed small.The very people she had once trusted had become the source of her torment. It was a cruel irony that mirrored his own experiences. If it weren't for the betrayal he had faced from those closest to him, he wouldn't have agreed to the deception of their marriage.Her fight with IED made her situation even more diff
Lucian's mind churned with a whirlwind of emotions. He had always suspected that something had happened to Mira during her childhood, but the magnitude of the truth had blindsided him. The thought of her enduring such a traumatic upbringing under the same roof as that man left him seething with anger and a deep sense of helplessness. How had she even coped with him for so long? The realization dawned on him that getting rid of her IED would indeed be a monumental task, given the scars of her past. But as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, he couldn't help but wonder how much the Dolmans knew about Mira's illness. Nicholas might have some inkling, but what about the rest of them? Lucian needed answers, and the question that had been bothering him for some time now finally escaped his lips. "You knew when she ran away from home?" Lucian asked, his tone edged with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. He regarded them intently, searching for any hints or clues that would shed light
Rachael Dolman sighed the moment her feet landed on Australian soil. She knew her their father wouldn’t sit still, even though they weren’t invited to the party. Tonight, after a long time, she was finally going to see her Mira again. Doubt clouded her thoughts, "although, I doubt she would want to see me," Rachael murmured. She decided to take her stand; this time, she would never allow anyone, not even Nicholas, to hurt her child anymore. It might be too late for her to wipe her hands clean, but it wasn't too late to save Mira and Lora from their father’s viciousness. At that moment, her phone rang, and she hurriedly picked it up. “Hello!” “It’s me,” Nicholas breathed into the phone. “Are you sure you can’t make it to the party?” he asked. “Oh, no, dear.” Right… he didn’t know she had come to Austral on her own. To him, she probably was still rolled up somewhere in Atlanta, like a caged animal. “I told you, I don’t feel like going to any party.” She lied. "Even if it's your dau
"Shouldn't you be going in?" Ken asked Doc Jake, who was standing absent-mindedly in front of Lucian's room, reading some documents In his hand. "What's that in your hand?""Mira's test results," he said and halted, his eyes fixed on the paper as if searching for an answer within the inked lines."Okay... and?" Ken pressed when it seemed like he wasn't ready to say any further."And?" Jake replied instead, not ready to disclose anything.Sighing, Ken continued, concern etched across his face. "That look on your face... Please, tell me there is no bad news?"Jake raised his head to look at Ken, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. "No... There isn't any," he said with a forced smile, attempting to mask the worry lingering beneath his words, obviously, something was wrong."Yeah!" Ken frowned, his disbelief clear. "That's... very convincing," he added with a bit of sarcasm, unconvinced by Jake's reassurances."Anyway," Jake said, putting the paper down and turning to observe Ken,
It took us two hours to unbox the many boxes of accessories, and with each opened box, I couldn't help but burst into laughter at Lucian's sour expression."You should see your face in the mirror," I teased him, my laughter filling the room. "Oh, come on! Don't tell me you really hate the idea of me taking things from her?""No... That's not it," he replied grimed."Lucian... look," I pointed at the closet. "In there, there are thousands of clothes, shoes, and accessories that could take me forever to use. You bought them all for me, and if given the opportunity, I know you will buy the whole of Austral in my name," I told him, my voice softening. "I know it, Amelia knows it. But just because I married Lucian Creed doesn’t mean I have to reject other people's kind gestures," I said, trying to make him understand my view. I sighed, my fingers gently cupping his face, searching his eyes for understanding. "Besides, you said she is not bad, and me accepting her goodwill is a form of trust