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.
"Ah!" Noah, who had been patiently waiting for Mira to exit the stage, sighed in frustration as he watched her from below. "That’s it. I can’t take this anymore," he exclaimed, his patience worn thin. "What are you doing?" Nora asked, standing up too, her brows furrowing with concern. "What does it look like? I’m going up there to meet her," he declared, determination etched on his face. "And what?" Nora questioned, her voice laced with skepticism, unsure of what Noah's impulsive decision might lead to. "What do you mean, what, Nora?" he asked her, his frustration clear. "Look up there, there are so many people going to see her too. I don’t think they would mind if I show up among," he added, his determination fueling his boldness. "Hmm. Yeah, well they would," she replied to him, her tone sharp. "If you weren’t the ex-lover of the richest man in the world, they probably wouldn’t care," she pointed out, her words carrying a blunt truth that Noah couldn't deny. "What do you mean?
At the sound of gunshots ripping through the air and the noises of terrified screams, Lucian felt his heart hammering against his chest like a frantic drumbeat. In an instant, his eyes darted across the room, searching for the source of the chaos. His breath caught in his throat as he spotted a masked man, cold, aiming his gun at Mira.Time seemed to freeze as Lucian's instincts kicked in, his body moving on pure adrenaline. He sprinted towards her, a desperate need to protect her surging through him. But before he could reach her, a brave man in a suit leaped in front of Mira, shielding her from the deadly rain of bullets. If it weren’t for this stranger's action, he would have thrown himself into harm's way without a second thought.Ignoring the relentless rain of bullets, Lucian sprinted towards where Mira lay on the ground, motionless. Her form was covered by the lifeless bodies of others, and his voice, raw with fear and desperation, cut through the deafening noise as he called o
The moment I returned to the stage, desperation clawing at my heart, I reached for the lifeless body on the ground. I grabbed the man with black, tiny, long hair, his face pressed against the floor. Slowly, I turned him to face me, and he groaned in pain.As his hazed, lifeless eyes met mine, I gasped in horror, "NOAH!!" Tears gushed out of my eyes uncontrollably. "What happened?" I stared at his injured chest and stomach. "Oh! My God." I raised my eyes at Lucian, pleading for help. "Do something, please," I wailed, my voice cracking with despair."Ah... At last... I fou—und y--ou," he tried to speak, as blood gushed out of his mouth, but his voice only came as a whisper."Say nothing… You're going to be fine," I murmured, my voice shaking with fear as I tried to cover Noah's wounds with my trembling hands. I returned my haunting gaze to Lucian, my eyes pleading for him to understand the urgency. "Please... he is going to die if we leave him like this," I begged, pulling at Lucian's p
Chapter 73 – A Mother's VengeanceSeconds stretched into endless minutes, yet the eerie stillness after the gun short persisted. Confusion etched deep lines on Lucian's face as he instinctively pulled away from me, his eyes widening with disbelief. The sight that greeted Lucian shook him to his core, the very essence of the Creed rattled with in him. Nicholas was clutching his chest, his expression that of agony and confusion as blood spurted from his mouth, staining his lips and the ground beneath him. Four bullet holes marred his chest, each one a stark reminder of the violence that had just happened.In that moment, a wave of fear washed over Lucian, paralyzing him. The raw pain etched on Nicholas's face, the struggle for breath, and the crimson pool forming around him painted a vivid picture of despair, he pulled me closer again as he observed the surrendering.What—” Nicholas tore his eyes away from the wound on his chest, raising his head in astonishment. There stood Mrs. Do
I stood there, caught between a whirlwind of emotions, my gaze shifting from my mother to Amelia and then to the man lying on the ground before me. The option to cry seemed drowned in a sea of seething anger, and the notion of taking the gun from my mother's grasp and ending his wretched existence felt like a dark temptation, one that I could barely resist. It baffled me how someone as demonic as Dolman could still draw breath. His very existence seemed like a death stain on the world. I turned back to my mother as she shared tears of sorrow. In that moment, I felt an intense desire to sever any ties, however distant, that connected me to this monster. I didn't want to acknowledge any relations with a man so utterly devoid of humanity. “Yes, he killed your brother and wife. Lucian's parents,” Rachael confessed, her voice thick with regret. "It was an order from your Uncle Amelia," she revealed, her words hanging heavily in the air. The truth, though bitter, explained the depths of