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It hasn't even been a day since Lucian left for New York, and I'm already overwhelmed by loneliness. I settled onto the pristine white sofa, surrounded by vigilant guards, while Rose kept a watchful eye on me.Sighing, I asked, "Is there a particular reason for the room to be so crowded?" My gaze remained fixed on Rose."Hmm," she hesitated before replying, "Sorry, Ma'am, but Sir Lucian instructed me to stay close to you before he left, in case you required any assistance.""And what about the guards?" I inquired once more, taking a sip of the chilled tea."Well... it's our duty to safeguard the madam, on behalf of the boss," they responded in unison."Ah, I don't need this... Dismiss, immediately," I snapped. However, instead of leaving, they simply relocated to another area. I sighed once more, telling myself, "As long as I can't see them, it's okay."Turning to Rose, I inquired, "What's for breakfast?""Oh, I was about to prepare fried chicken, but I held off, awaiting your instr
Pretending to head back to my room, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. With cautious curiosity, I peered from a corner, keeping a watchful eye on Lora and my uncle as they followed Rose. As they disappeared from my sight, a growing sense of unease gnawed at me, leaving me with an unsettling feeling that there was much more to their unexpected visit than met the eye. As I stormed into my room, a torrent of curse words erupted from my lips. "That's a damn son of a bitch!!" I spat out with furious intensity. I slammed my fist against the big standing mirror next to my bed, shattering it into countless shards. "Ah!" I winced as I stared at my bleeding hand, feeling neither pain nor remorse. "He sent his lackeys, instead of having the guts to come himself," I seethed with a rage that consumed me. Then, I burst into hysterical laughter. "But, it's fine... I mean, since I plan to wipe out the entire family, I'll need to find them first. And since they just walked right into my trap on their
"Seriously, how much further do we have to go?" Lora's voice dripped with frustration as she inquired of the maid. Her eyes scanned the endless corridor lined with ornate doors, each hiding secrets within. "We've literally passed like a thousand rooms. Why not choose from these?" The impatience in her tone was palpable, echoing the exhaustion etched on her face. Rose, the maid, remained silent. The dim light in the corridor flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls until they reached a stop between two large, vacant rooms. Rose hesitated, her gaze shifting between the doors as if hoping one would speak to her and provide an easy solution. "I'm sorry... I'm just following orders," She finally replied, her voice soft as a whisper, her eyes meeting Lora's with a gentle smile that held a hint of melancholy. "You can choose from either of these rooms." She gestured gracefully to the doors opposite each other, her movements mirroring the elegance of a ballet dancer. "Please, rest u
New York ~~~~~~ "Ah!" Lucian sighed in frustration as he kept staring at his phone, his brows furrowed in disappointment. "Why isn't she calling me?" he asked, pouting like a disappointed child, his impatience clear in his tone. Ken, clearly exasperated, gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Why don't you just call her... so we'll get back to work, Sir? At this rate, we won't be able to finish on time," he pointed out, his words edged with irritation, his professionalism challenged by Lucian's fixation. Lucian let out another sigh, his frustration apparent. "I wanted her to call me first," he declared, his voice tinged with stubbornness. The room hung heavy with the tension between their differing priorities – one, a desire for personal connection, and the other, a commitment to professional responsibilities. Ken just kept staring at him. For the ten years he had worked with Lucian, this was the first time he was acting like a teenager. Even when he was at that age, he never behaved thi
Breakfast was served, and I found myself already sitting and eating before Leo and Lora came down to join me. Lora's complaint echoed in the room as she took her seat, followed closely by Leo."Jeez, you could have waited for us before eating?" Lora protested her annoyance evident.Without raising my head, I replied to her, my voice calm, "Oh, sorry, I totally forgot. I had visitors." With a forced smile, I added, "I didn’t actually invite you over so…""It is only natural," remarked Uncle Leo in a humble tone, his voice filled with grace. "We are grateful for your hospitality," he added, expressing his polite appreciation, which stood in stark contrast to Lora's annoyance. The room appeared to vibrate with tension, as if every word and gesture carried the burden of unspoken emotions. As we gathered around the table, an undercurrent of unease subtly permeated the atmosphere."Well... you're not welcome," I mouthed again, my words sharp, and I continued eating, my focus on the food in
The silence stretched far, echoing the weight of the unspoken truths. Leo remained silent, his eyes fixed on me, as if waiting for my reaction. Lora sighed, clearly frustrated by the lack of explanation from Leo. "Mom did.” she replied instead, her voice soft but carrying a note of certainty. "Oh, did she now?" I questioned in a low, seething voice, feeling the rage within me bubbling to the surface. "That's awfully kind of her." My words were laced with sarcasm, my anger threatening to spill over, as the betrayal of those closest to me fueled the inferno of emotions raging within. Turning to Uncle, Lora asked, annoyed, "Why are you making it seem like a big secret?" I remained silent, my eyes fixed on him, waiting for an explanation. "I wasn't," he replied, his voice defensive. "Yes, you were," she countered, her frustration clear in her tone. He sighed loudly, his patience wearing thin. "She asked me to come, but this stubborn head here decided to tag along," he spat out, glar
~~~~~~"Ah!" Lucian sighed loudly, exhaustion etched on his face. "I thought that was never-ending," he muttered wearily, collapsing with a thud onto the sofa."Thank you for your hard work," Ken muttered, his voice filled with gratitude for Lucian's efforts."Thank you, that’s all I get?" Lucian asked, his eyes closed, and his head resting on the sofa, his words tinged with a mix of humor and fatigue."Eh! Were you expecting something else, sir?" Ken questioned, genuinely confused by Lucian's reaction."You bastard. After countless complaints and work you brought to my table, you dare say that to me?" Lucian snapped, his frustration spilling over. Despite the pile of work he had just finished, his agitation stemmed more from the fact that he didn't get the chance to be with Mira, a desire that had been overshadowed by the demands of his responsibilities. The longing for her company gnawed at him, leaving him irritable and impatient, his emotions raw
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,