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
Lucian had encountered his share of beautiful women over the years. He had seen elegance and charm in various forms, but the goddess slowly walking towards him overshadowed them all. She was beyond stunning. He found himself utterly speechless, unable to find the right words to describe the beautiful smile on her face. As Mira approached him, he stretched out his hand, and she took it, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. Wasting no time, Lucian pulled Mira close to him, his eyes never leaving hers, and he kissed her hand with a gentle reverence. "You look absolutely gorgeous," he whispered, "Thank you," she replied, her voice carrying a shy warmth that only added to her allure. "But why do I feel like we're about to get married again?" Lucian suddenly asked, his eyes glancing over at her long gown, trailing down the steps, and everyone present burst out laughing. "I know, right?" she replied, her laughter blending with the others. "That's enough of you two," Ame
Rachel, consumed by suspicion, couldn't believe her ears as she eavesdropped on the conversation unfolding in front of her. Her intuition had led her to believe that Nicholas, her husband, was involved in some dangerous scheme. Fueled by desperation and fear, she decided to take matters into her own hands.With the assistance of a skilled professional, she transformed herself into an entirely different persona, donning the attire of an Indian celebrity. A resplendent sari, vibrant and ornate, gracefully enveloped her figure, masking her identity beneath its folds. Layers of meticulously applied makeup concealed her features, hidding her true self in an enigmatic aura.No one recognized her; she didn’t even recognize herself, not even when she came across Nicholas at the entrance. Cloaked in her disguise, she felt like a different person and with that feelings came a new found confidence.She stood up from her seat, her heart pounding in her chest, as she followed him, determined to ob
Lucian sighed proudly as he watched Mira's interaction with his circle of friends, Jake, Ken, and Lora standing by her side. It amazed him to see half of the board members present at the gathering. Aunty Amelia, it seemeds had reached out to the company, and they were thrilled to attend, especially given the fact that they had never met their boss's wife before.Lucian's chest swelled with pride as he watched Mira's grace and confidence. He marveled at how she effortlessly went through conversations when he couldn’t even last a second, her laughter filling the air and drawing people in. Yet, beneath his pride, there was a hint of nervousness and fear for reasons he didn’t know. These thoughts lingered, casting a subtle shadow on his otherwise proud demeanor. “Someone looks excited," Amelia remarked, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm as she appeared out of nowhere, a sly smile curling her lips.Lucian, caught off guard, grinned sheepishly, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment.