Catherine's POV. "You... What... What the fuck are you talking about Sam?" I asked, my eyes burning and my heart thumping fast against my ribcage. Am I safe to say I wasn't expecting this?"Oh sweet one, my little feisty darling, you don't understand the point of all these, do you?" He drawled and slowly began to head towards me, that devilish smugness still playing on his lips, My head reeled with different thoughts and deep within me, I was already thinking about what this whole thing could be about but I discarded it because I didn't think it was true, it couldn't be, Sam would never do something like that... Right? "What are you thinking about, my sweet whore?" His sentence made me shut my head towards him, my being a mixture of confusion and anger, "Don't you dare call me that name again, you piece of dung!" I huffed, eyes shooting dagger at him but he only cackled like some broken engine,"Woah, you know sweetheart, one thing that got me attracted to you in the first place i
Lucas's POV.I never thought this would happen again. Not for once in my life ever since I lost my wife did I think that someone dear to me would be kidnapped again. I've given up a lot for the safety of my family. I never want to lose someone again because of me."That brute! I'm gonna kill him once I get him. I don't care what anyone would think, but immediately I get that son of a bitch, I'm drilling a hole into his body," I mumbled angrily, fisted my hand, and banged it on the driver's seat."Calm down, boss. We'll get there soon. I've sent our men to take care of things as quietly as they can. They would get rid of those cheap hoodlums he had positioned to safeguard him," Marcos, my once-upon-a-time underboss, explained to me, but I wasn't anywhere near calm.I don't know what that silly boy was thinking, kidnapping my woman. He definitely has a death wish, and I'm gonna grant it to him. I don't care what the school authority, the police, or his father says about me letting justic
Catherine's POV.Lucas's comforting words drowned me in him, and all the fears I felt began to wash away. He held me tight and kept mumbling comforting words to my ear till I calmed down and disengaged from the hug."Are you alright, baby?" He asked, cupping my face and kissing my teared cheeks. "I'm... I think I'm fine, Lucas. Thank you so much for coming, I...""Shhh, I told you, I'll always protect you. I'm gonna deal with it later but for now..." He paused and turned to look at Sam, who was groaning in pain on the floor. "I'll have to teach this idiot a lesson for messing with my woman." He added and let go of me."Grab him and lay him on that table." He ordered in a cold voice that sent shivers down my spine.Marcos did as he was told, grabbing the screaming Sam and strapping him to the table. It's ironic how Sam's plan turned against him; he had planned to strap me to that table, but he ended up being strapped to the table.Lucas removed his suit and handed it over to Marcos be
Catherine's POV.‘Escort her to the car, Marcos.’ Lucas's order kept ringing in my head as Marcos led me outside. I still found it baffling that Lucas was a mafia leader. I shouldn't think too deeply about it, but it bothered me greatly, and I wished I could do something about it. The man saved me, leaving everything behind to come and save me, and what did I do in return? I provoked him.I wanted to murder Sam for everything he wanted to do to me and all that he had done. But I had said those things in the heat of anger, and I meant none of those words. I was just too angry. But seeing Lucas harming him, wanting to kill him, had made me fearful."Are you okay, Madame?" Marcos asked, and I just looked at the young man walking me out. Marcos and I weren't much of friends, but I wouldn't term us as enemies either. We talked and laughed sometimes, but most times, he wore a rigid mask, looking almost like he had no emotions. I now understand where all that comes from; he's an underboss to
Catherine's POVThe ride home was a silent one. I kept peeping at Lucas, but he avoided my gaze almost all the time. Every time I tried to initiate a conversation, he would only nod or make a mumbling sound that made me want to just whack his head because he was really misbehaving, and I wanted to let him know that I would not tolerate such from him.But whacking him now might probably let that beast in him that he was trying hard to control out. He might not do anything to me, but he would probably end up leaving me alone in this car to join the other car."Lucas..." I called, moving towards him, my eyes fixed on his rigid figure that sat far away from me. He seemed distant. I didn't want my Lucas to be distant from me. I wanted him closer to me. I wanted him to cuddle me."You should rest. We'll soon be home," he muttered, and by grace, I could hear him this time around.Moving closer to him again, I said, "Thank you.""For what?" He asked without turning to look at me. His action h
Catherine's POV.A few days later."Don't worry, darling, everything will die down soon. It's normal for people to gossip; they would talk about what happened until it bore them. Just don't show that whatever they're saying matters to you, and I promise you that you'll be just fine," Natty assured me as we left class to head home.It had been four days since the unfortunate incident with Sam happened, and the school had been buzzing about it. I could say that most students probably feared me now, and some wanted to get close to me, but I wasn't interested in any of them.Because of the different gossip, Natasha thought I was bothered by it, but she didn't know what bothered me was far too great. I don't care if they would gossip about it for years; I have grown past that. I am almost twenty-three, and I didn't have time to listen to gossip."Cathy, are you alright? You look lost again. I told you that everything would be alright. The competition will be held in less than two months; y
Catherine's POV.The drive back home seemed to take forever, and I restrained myself from swatting the driver and asking him to drive faster. I hated it when the driver came to pick me up. Not only was he slow, but the thought of killing the driver always came to my mind, just like the thought of being with Lucas always seeped into my mind. It's kind of strange how things changed within a short period of time...It's all funny and sad. I always looked forward to having Lucas come to pick me up or maybe going to meet him at home, but all that was gone now. My Lucas had ghosted me. It was like I didn't even exist for him anymore, and it hurt so much. It hurt badly, to the extent that tears had become my daily companion.But not anymore. I was done crying. I had given him enough time to get over the issues, but since he didn't want to, I would take things into my own hands and knock some sense into him. It was high time I showed him that the fire he once saw in me was still present, and
Catherine's POV.Bella's words echoed in my mind as I raced to where I thought Lucas would be, my heart pounding in my chest like a constant drumbeat. Every step felt heavier than the last, loaded with the weight of uncertainty because I didn't know what to expect... Another woman? Nah, this must be a prank; Lucas would never.But... But what if he did?My heart raced with a desperate beat at the thought, fear, confusion, and heartache flowing through my veins. The thought of another woman in Lucas's life sent a chill down my spine, filling me with a gnawing sense of dread that threatened to consume me whole.I didn't know why I was feeling so scared, why I feared deeply. I'd been hurt before... Good God! Please, I didn't want to be hurt again, please.The image of Lucas's face, once filled with love and tenderness, haunted me like a ghost, and despite my racing heart, I had to smile because Lucas was the best thing that had happened to me after the kids. He had become the whole unive