~Lucas~The return to Bellmore was bittersweet. The sight of the familiar skyline was supposed to feel like a victory, but all I felt was tension simmering under the surface. Derrick had already dropped Sienna and her sister at their place, leaving me alone with Étienne Laurent in the backseat.Étienne was all smiles, sipping from his travel mug and gazing out the window like this was just another successful day. And it was—for him. He’d secured the deal with Weston, and I’d proven my worth. But I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that Grant and his scheming mother wouldn’t let this victory go unchallenged.Two sleek black SUVs followed us, their tinted windows hiding Étienne’s security detail. As soon as Derrick pulled up before Weston’s looming structure, the guards emerged, their sharp gazes scanning the area.Derrick opened the door, and Étienne adjusted his suit jacket before stepping out. His pace was calm and composed, his demeanor exuding quiet confidence. The guards flanked
~Lucas~He knows about Sienna and the fake identity.My father sat across from me in the grand conference room, his posture stiff and commanding, the air around him heavy with disapproval. His once-tanned skin looked pale under the chandelier lights, his age showing more than usual. The faint tremor in his hands betrayed the fury simmering beneath his composed exterior.“Why did you have to lie to me?” His voice, though calm, carried a dangerous edge that sent a chill down my spine. “Go through such lengths, creating a fake profile for her?”I held his gaze, refusing to flinch. “But you wanted a daughter-in-law, didn’t you?” My voice was steady, though my hands clenched into fists beneath the table. “I provided you one.”“A daughter-in-law?” he hissed, his tone sharpening. “An employee in my company?”He leaned forward, his piercing gaze cutting through me. “You know I won’t tolerate that.”“She’s not just an employee, Dad,” I shot back, my voice rising despite my best efforts to stay
~Lucas~I pulled out my phone and dialed Sienna. She answered almost instantly.“Lucas?” Her voice, soft and familiar, sent a calm through me that I hadn’t felt all day.“I’m outside,” I said, glancing toward her street. “Can you come down?”“Okay, I’ll be right there,” she said, a smile audible in her tone.Moments later, I spotted her stepping out of the house with her little sister Hannah in tow. She wore a cozy cardigan that clung to her frame, paired with dark jeans and fluffy slippers. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold, her hair slightly tousled as if she’d been lying on the couch moments before. She looked effortlessly stunning, and my chest tightened at the sight of her.Hannah, bundled up in a bright pink coat that made her look like a walking marshmallow, skipped beside her, her energy boundless.Derrick stepped out of the car as they approached, grinning like he had somewhere else he’d rather be. “I’ll take her for a walk,” he said, nodding toward Hannah. He didn’t wait f
~Sienna~I stepped out of the car, clutching the bouquet of crimson roses and white lilies Lucas had given me. The soft fragrance of the flowers wrapped around me, their delicate scent mixing with the crisp evening air. The roses were velvety to the touch, their deep red petals glowing softly under the porch light. My forehead still burned from the way Lucas kissed me goodbye—his lips lingering longer than they should, as if reluctant to part. My heart was thudding so loudly I could barely hear myself think, the rhythm pulsing in my ears like a drumbeat. "He’s amazing," I thought, pressing the bouquet to my nose. The soft petals brushed against my skin, and a small smile tugged at my lips. Everything about tonight had felt perfect—too perfect. Lucas had a way of making me feel like the center of his universe, like nothing else mattered when we were together. It was intoxicating, the kind of happiness that felt almost unreal, as though it could slip away if I wasn’t careful. As I
~Sienna~The familiar chatter of our colleagues greeted us, and for a moment, the buzz of work distracted me. Vivian, called us into her office, her sharp gaze softening slightly as she looked at me. “Miss Wilde, sorry about the kidnapping issues. Were the kidnappers arrested?” “The case has died down,” I said quickly, not wanting to linger on the topic. “I have no interest in pursuing it.” Vivian nodded, turning her attention to Violet.“And Miss Blake, I’m sorry for your loss. Losing a partner is never easy.” Violet’s face tightened, but she nodded politely trying to look as sad as she could.“Thank you, Miss Price.” She sniffled, as if trying to hold back tears.I nearly burst into laugh at Violet fake sadness but I stifled it, can't blow her lies in Vivian's face.“Well, welcome back, both of you. Now, get to work. Weston has officially partnered with Laurent Empire, and we need all hands on deck for brainstorming.” We nodded respectfully and then returned to the piles of wor
~Sienna~Daddy?The word echoed in my mind, over and over, like a cruel taunt. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces, each one stabbing painfully into my chest as I tried to process what I was seeing, what I was hearing.Lucas—my Lucas—stood there, frozen, the weight of the moment etched into his face. He looked as though the ground had been pulled out from beneath him, but I didn’t care.How could he possibly look like the victim in this? I’m the one whose world is falling apart.His expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he ran a hand through his hair, clearly grappling with what to say, how to explain. But no explanation came. He just stood there, staring at me with a mix of regret and helplessness, as if he knew that nothing he could say would make this better.The silence was unbearable, every second stretching into an eternity as I stood frozen in place, my mind a chaotic mess of disbelief and anguish.I managed to pull myself together enough to speak, though my voice bar
~Lucas~I watched as Sienna disappeared into Paul's car, her face pale, her shoulders hunched in defeat. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the empty space between us like a gunshot.My chest tightened painfully, each breath harder to take as I stood frozen on the porch.Her face—the heartbreak, the betrayal etched so deeply into her eyes—was burned into my mind.The way her voice trembled, the way her lips quivered before she turned away… It was as if I had taken every moment of joy we’d built together and crushed it under my heel.I wanted to run after her, to stop the car, to pull her into my arms and tell her how sorry I'm. I wanted to fix this, to explain how none of this was supposed to happen. But I couldn’t move. My legs felt like rock, my heart like a sinking stone. The soft hum of the car engine as it pulled away was deafening, each second stretching into an eternity until the taillights disappeared around the corner.My hands clenched into fists at my sides
~Grant~I leaned back in my leather office chair, the soft amber glow of the city skyline stretching endlessly before me. The glass windows reflected the fading sunlight, but the tranquility outside was a far cry from the storm I’d unleashed in Lucas’s life.Two days—two entire days since Lucas had shown up at Weston.The cracks in his perfectly crafted world were widening by the second, and I could almost hear the foundation crumbling.I smirked, savoring the moment.I passed Sienna earlier today in the design department, and the image of her face lingered in my mind like the sweetest victory.She looked wrecked—utterly destroyed.Her eyes, usually sharp and defiant, were dull and rimmed with red, as though she hadn’t slept in days. Her shoulders slumped as she walked, her hands clutching a folder to her chest like it was her only anchor.The sight of her like that sent a rush of satisfaction through me.Good, I thought, tapping my fingers against the edge of my desk, the light sound
~Lucas~We dragged Griffin out of the hospital, his shuffling feet barely keeping up with Derrick and the guards holding him on either side.The hospital security tried to intervene, their voices sharp as they demanded to know what was going on.But Griffin raised a hand, his voice shaky and resigned.“It’s alright,” he said weakly. “I’m going on my own accord.”That seemed to settle the commotion, and we quickly moved through the entrance, stepping into the evening light. The golden glow of the setting sun spilled over the parking lot, painting everything in an orange glow.The air was cooling, but the tension was palpable.We shoved Griffin into the back seat of the car, Derrick sliding in beside him while I got into the passenger seat. One of the guards slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away, the hum of the engine breaking the silence as we left the hospital behind, the convoy of guards tailing us.“We can’t take him home,” I said suddenly, my voice cutting through the stillne
~Lucas~Back in my villa, the silence was unbearable. I paced the length of the living room, my shoes tapping rhythmically against the marble floor.My mind was racing, each thought more damning than the last.My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides as I tried to rein in my boiling anger.The sound of the front door creaking open pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. Derrick stepped inside, looking slightly out of breath, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.“Sir, sorry for the lateness,” he said, straightening his tie. “The workload at Weston is piling up too much.”" Thanks for your hard work Derrick." I muttered absentmindedly.I stopped pacing and turned to him, narrowing my eyes"It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face. You don’t even sleep here anymore.”“I thought you needed privacy with your family,” Derrick replied hesitantly, avoiding my gaze.“Family?” I let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and hollow. “Funny how that word doesn’t seem to exist anymore.”His bro
~Lucas~I arrived at the mansion as fast as I could, everywhere quieter than usual.The staff moved about in hushed tones, their usual chatter replaced by an uneasy silence. The air felt heavier today, pressing down on me as I made my way to my father’s study.When I opened the door, I found him seated in his favorite armchair by the window. A blanket was draped over his lap, its edges trailing onto the titled floor, and a leather-bound book rested in his hands.The room smelled faintly of aged paper and the faintest hint of cologne, though weaker than usual. He looked frailer than I remembered, his pale skin almost translucent in the gray light streaming through the curtains.His hands trembled slightly as he turned the page, the movement so subtle and weak.I froze in the doorway. He’s not supposed to look this sick, I thought, my stomach twisting into a knot.It’s only been three months since his diagnosis—three months into the six months timeline we’d been given—and yet he looked
~Lucas~"Fuckk!" I yelled, slamming my fist against the dashboard with all the fury I could muster, as I watched the car roar to life and sped off, taking away Lydia and Harper.They were gone. Clarke's plan had worked.I should have seen it coming. This was all part of her scheme, a well-executed move, and I had walked right into it. I chuckled darkly, my body trembling with anger."Nice one Clarke... How dare she?" The words escaped my lips before I could even process them."Lucas, take it easy, okay? We should return and plan a better comeback. We can't let them win," Sienna said, her voice calm yet firm."I know, Sienna," I muttered, but the frustration in my chest threatened to spill over. "But I don’t want to involve you in my family feud again. I want you to lay low and focus on work, okay? I don’t want you getting kidnapped or something."She didn’t look convinced, but I saw the slight nod she gave, the way her jaw tightened with determination."Alright, Lucas," she replied,
~Sienna~I ignored her and turned to Lucas who's already in his way out of the hospital, his steps unsteady, his body slumped like the weight of the world was pressing down on him.I rushed after him, catching up as he staggered toward the car.“Lucas,” I said softly, wrapping an arm around his to steady him.We climbed into the car, and I settled into the driver’s seat, my hands shaking as I gripped the steering wheel. “Where to?” I asked softly, my voice cutting through the heavy silence as I turned the key in the ignition.Lucas didn’t answer. He just stared out the window, his gaze unfocused, lost somewhere far . His demeanor, usually so sharp and composed, was now weighed down by exhaustion and grief.I swallowed hard, glancing at him again, hoping for a sign, a word, anything. But he stayed quiet, his hands limp in his lap, his shoulders slouched like the weight of the world had settled there and refused to leave.Unsure of where to go, I began driving, the hum of the car engi
~Sienna~Lucas’s words lingered in the air like a thunderclap, reverberating in the suffocating silence of the waiting room.I stared at him, my heart twisting painfully at the sight of the man I thought was unbreakable—crumbling right before my eyes.His broad shoulders slumped, and his hands trembled as they raked through his disheveled hair. His breaths came shallow and uneven, as if he couldn’t catch air, no matter how hard he tried. This wasn’t the Lucas I knew—the confident, commanding man who always seemed in control. This was someone broken, someone stripped bare of the armor he always wore.I glanced at Lydia. She stood frozen at first, but then her knees buckled, and she sank to the cold, tiled floor.Her face was ghostly pale, her lips trembling as though she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the courage. Guilt poured off her in waves, thick and suffocating, filling the room like a tangible presence.She deceived him.A sickening wave of anger and disbelief rolled through
~Sienna~“We need to get her to the hospital,” Lucas said urgently, his voice shaking as he scooped her up in his arms.“I’ll drive,” I said immediately, my own fear pushing me into action.Lucas was already running toward the car, his steps frantic and uneven as Harper’s tiny frame lay limp against his chest. Lydia trailed behind us, her hands shaking and her face as pale as a ghost.As we reached Lucas’s car, he froze, fumbling awkwardly with one hand as he tried to dig into his pocket for the keys while still holding Harper tightly. His breathing was erratic, and his movements were clumsy, his fear and desperation evident.“Damn it!” he growled, his voice breaking as he finally pulled the key out and thrust it toward me. “Here—take it!”I grabbed the key from his trembling hand, my fingers brushing his for a brief second. “Get in the car,” I said quickly, my voice steady despite the panic coursing through me.Lucas didn’t hesitate. He rushed to the passenger side, cradling Harper c
~Sienna~The elevator doors slid open, and my breath caught in my throat. Standing in front of me, looking just as smug and menacing as the last time I saw her, was Lydia.Her fiery red heels tapped against the floor impatiently, and her sharp gaze zeroed in on me like a predator cornering its prey.But it wasn’t just her.Behind her stood her daughter— Lucas's daughter, clutching a stuffed bunny to her chest. The little girl’s wide, curious eyes darted between me and her mother. My stomach twisted painfully at the sight of her, a wave of unease washing over me.What is she doing here? And why would she bring her child?The questions raced through my mind, but I didn’t have time to process them. Lydia’s lips curled into a sly smile, her expression smug as she took a step forward, effectively blocking the elevator doors from closing.“Sienna,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “We need to talk.”I stiffened, every muscle in my body tensing. “I don’t think we have anyt
~Sienna~“What? The hell?” I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the phone as my heart thudded in my chest. A cold shiver ran down my spine.Big brother?What is the meaning of this? I couldn’t stop my fingers from trembling as I typed the question again, my mind reeling.Me: What do you mean by that?The screen blinked once, twice, and then the phone pinged again. My hand trembled as I read the message, a strange cocktail of disbelief and joy swirling in my chest as the message sank in.Unknown number: Aren't you looking for your real family? Well, here I am. I'm your biological brother. I'll come for you when the time is right, but for now, take charge and stop being weak. Those people are beneath you, princess.My breath caught in my throat, and my jaw went slack. I couldn't process the words. The phone nearly slipped from my hand as I stared at the screen in shock.Princess?I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it.Me? A princess?My mind raced.Who was this person?