Lucian's POV The moment my parents left, frustration boiled over, and I slammed my fist onto the table. The sharp sound echoed through the room, but it did nothing to ease the anger simmering in my chest.I clenched my jaw.What the hell was I thinking?I had let myself get caught in my stepmother’s web, agreeing to a compromise that now felt like a trap. I was so focused on shutting my father up that I’d overlooked the most crucial part—who the hell was I supposed to marry?The answer was obvious.Vanessa.If I went ahead with this nonsense, the only option everyone would shove in my face was her.I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, pacing the room. No way. No damn way.I wasn’t about to let them back me into a corner like that.I needed a loophole.And then, just like that, it hit me.Brenda.My footsteps halted, and I lifted my head as her image flashed through my mind. The fiery maid Vanessa had been reprimanding. The same woman who had, for some bizarre reason, left me feel
Brenda's POVWhen I got to this house and I only did general chores for Vanessa's parents, though I knew they were hostile too, they treated me as invincible most of the time, yet I was still okay with that. But ever since the time Vanessa had made me her personal maid, she kept using me like a slave and still had me do other general chores when there were few other maids around to handle some of the tasks.Despite how I've been overwhelmed lately with chores and I get to brood most of the time over my pathetic life, the more I tried not to break down, the more Vanessa kept making my life miserable. While I stood there before the duo and she kept hurling insults at me, I held my breath as long as I could.I fought back the burning sensation in my eyes, the ache in my throat. I tried—God knows I tried—to keep my tears from falling. But no matter how hard I tried to swallow them down, I lost the battle.A lone tear broke free, sliding down my cheek.Panic surged through me.I couldn’
Brenda’s POVThe knock came again.Once, twice, and then, a third time.I didn’t move, didn’t answer. My heart pounded in my chest, still raw from my tears.Then the masculine voice boomed.“Brenda? It’s Lucian. Please, open up.”His voice cut through the silence like a warm blade through ice.I inhaled sharply.Lucian?For a moment, I hesitated, my emotions warring within me. Why was he here? Why did he care?But then I heard the concern in his voice, the way it softened, almost pleading. And before I could stop myself, I pushed to my feet.I was still barefoot, having abandoned my slippers when I first ran into the storeroom.I had forgotten about the mess I parked earlier—the shards of the broken glass which I hadn't trashed yet but held along with me when I rushed to the store. The small parker I had used to gather the glass pieces was still on the floor, untouched.But I wasn’t thinking about any of that.My gaze was fixated solely on the door and I walked towards it, my breath
Brenda’s POVA soft warmth kissed my skin, stirring me from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was the golden light filtering through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle glow.But something was wrong.My breath hitched as I took in my unfamiliar surroundings.The curtains—ivory with delicate embroidery—were not the ones I had woken up to every morning back at the mansion. My room there was cold, lifeless, and suffocating. But this… this was different.With a jolt, I pushed myself upright only to wince as a sharp pain shot up from my right foot to my head, and I winced, sucking in a breath as I clutched at my leg. The sudden movement had aggravated the injury.Then, as I glanced down, I saw the bandages neatly wrapped around my foot.Memories crashed into me like a tidal wave.The broken glass.The blood.Lucian.The hospital.But this wasn’t the hospital.I blinked rapidly, my eyes darting around the room.Everything screamed lux
Brenda’s POVThe moment I remembered that injection again when I saw Lucian standing at the door, an awkward shyness I couldn’t quite explain washed over me.I quickly lowered my gaze and managed a greeting, barely sparing him a glance.“Good afternoon, sir.”His deep voice rumbled in response, “You’re awake.”I nodded, my fingers tightening around the blanket covering my lap. My gaze darted to the grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling, to the intricate gold embroidery on the curtains—anywhere but at him.I heard his footsteps approaching, each one slow and deliberate. My pulse picked up as he came closer, but nothing could have prepared me for what he did next.His warm palm pressed against my forehead.I stiffened, my breath hitching in my throat.What the—?I blinked up at him, utterly bewildered. What did my foot injury have to do with my head?Before, I had been avoiding his gaze, but now, I found myself looking straight into his eyes.His deep blue eyes were like an endless
Brenda's POVI stared at Lucian, my heart still pounding from the sheer shock of his words. Will you marry me?It had sounded like a thunderclap in my ears, a ridiculous, earth-shattering thing that had no business coming from his mouth.But just as I was trying to wrap my head around it, the unreadable expression he had been wearing shifted. His lips twitched, then curved upward, and before I knew it, a deep, rich chuckle rumbled from his chest."You should have seen your face," he said, shaking his head, amusement dancing in his ocean-blue eyes.Relief flooded through me so fast I nearly melted into the pillows.Of course, he was joking.Of course, he was.I let out a nervous laugh, shaking my head at myself for even thinking for a second that he meant what he said.But suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, Lucian’s smile vanished.His face returned to that cold, unreadable mask, his eyes locking onto mine with unrelenting intensity."I'm dead serious."The air in the room shif
Lucian’s POVAs I leaned back in my office chair, I let out a slow breath, my fingers tapping absently against the polished mahogany desk. The past few days had been a whirlwind of unexpected developments, but somehow, it all led back to one particular moment—Brenda’s ridiculous question.Did you see my butt?I let out an exasperated sigh at the memory. Even if I had, what was so special about it? I almost scoffed at the thought, but something in me resisted the dismissive attitude.If the situation had been reversed—if I had been the one in her position—perhaps I would have felt the same level of mortification.Still, that didn’t change the fact that I had reacted coldly. The fleeting smile on my face had disappeared almost instantly, replaced by an unreadable mask.Maybe that was for the best.I had been smiling too much lately, and that realization alone made something twist inside me. That wasn’t me. Lucian Monroe does not smile easily.With that thought, I made a firm decision. N
Lucian’s POVWith the contract sealed and out of the way, we moved on to planning the low-key wedding that would take place in a week. It had to be simple, discreet—nothing that would attract the media or unnecessary attention. I didn’t need the world digging into my personal affairs.But just as we were deciding on the location, a sharp knock sounded at the door.I frowned.No one was supposed to have access to the guest house like that. The guards were stationed at the main gate—who the hell had bypassed them?I strode to the door, my fingers tightening on the knob before pulling it open.And there she was.Vanessa.Her chest heaved, her eyes flashing with barely contained rage as she pushed past me without invitation.“What the hell is this, Lucian?” she spat, her voice sharp and accusatory. Then her glare shifted to Brenda, seething. “And you. So it’s true? You’re actually planning to steal my fiancé?”Brenda blinked, taken aback. “Fiancé?”I was just as thrown. When did I suddenl
Lucian’s POV“Brenda! Brenda, please!”My voice was hoarse, raw with desperation as I cradled her limp body against me. The warmth of her blood seeped into my clothes, sticky and thick, a constant reminder that she was slipping away. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths ragged as I shook her lightly, willing her to open her eyes, to say something—anything.Tears burned at the edges of my vision, but I refused to let them fall.I couldn’t lose her.I wouldn’t lose her.“Damn it, Brenda, stay with me!” My voice cracked as I pulled her closer. “Don’t do this—don’t you dare leave me like this.”She didn’t respond.A strangled sob tore from my throat, and I pressed my forehead against hers, murmuring broken pleas against her skin. My entire body trembled as panic surged through me, drowning out all rational thought.I had to get her to a hospital.Now.With a deep breath, I swallowed the fear choking me and gathered her in my arms, staggering to my feet. Sweat dripped down my temples
Lucian’s POVMy fingers trembled slightly as I fast-forwarded through the CCTV footage, scanning each second with sharp focus. The tension in the room was suffocating, the only sounds being the low hum of the computer and the occasional sharp intake of my breath. My eyes burned from staring too long at the screen, but I couldn’t afford to blink—not until I found something.And then I did.Vanessa appeared on the screen, emerging from the restroom. Her posture was relaxed, unaware of the impending danger.Then her phone rang.I watched as she pulled it out of her purse, answering with a quick swipe. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but her reaction was immediate—her brows lifted in surprise, then a slow, eager smile spread across her face. Whatever was being told to her, it excited her.Then, without hesitation, she turned and started walking.My pulse spiked as I tracked her movements. She wasn’t heading back to the party—she was heading toward the exit.“Where the hell are you g
Lucian’s POVIt had been five weeks since Vanessa was released and reunited with her sister and mother. Five weeks since the dust began to settle, since the chaos that once tore through all our lives finally started to fade into something resembling peace.In those five weeks, everything had changed.My father had been sentenced to ten years in prison, a fate that somehow felt both too lenient and just enough. Meanwhile, Grayson had received life imprisonment—a fitting end for a man who had thrived on destruction.But justice didn't stop there.Since Grayson had stolen Miller’s capital—money meant for Mrs. Elizabeth’s fashion design business—along with her entire business idea, the court had ruled that the business rightfully belonged to her. The legal process to transfer ownership back to her was still ongoing, but soon, she would finally reclaim what had always been hers.Yes, a lot had changed.And as I sat on the couch, lazily scrolling through my phone, I couldn’t help but feel a
Vanessa’s POVThe past few days had been nothing short of a nightmare—a slow, painful unraveling of everything I thought I knew about myself.I had always carried myself with an air of superiority, proud of the wealth and power that surrounded me, believing I was untouchable. But now… now, I was nothing. A nobody.The moment Grayson had looked me in the eye and coldly told me that I wasn’t his real daughter, my entire world came crashing down. The man I had spent my entire life seeking validation from, the one I had desperately tried to impress, had never even considered me his own.I was just an adopted child.The words had cut deeper than I could have ever imagined.And if that wasn’t enough, yesterday’s revelation had struck the final blow—the one that shattered me completely.Officer Smith had walked into this cell, looked me dead in the eye, and delivered a truth so painful I had struggled to breathe.Brenda.Brenda, the woman I had despised with every fiber of my being. The wom
Brenda’s POVThe air in the hospital room remained thick with tension, the weight of Officer Smith’s revelation still settling over us. Grayson had been the one to order my father’s murder. The thought alone sent another wave of cold rage through me, but before I could fully process it, Officer Smith’s gaze suddenly shifted.I noticed how his eyes moved—from Mrs. Elizabeth to me, then back to her again. A slow, almost knowing smile spread across his face, and I felt a strange sense of unease rise within me.“What is it?” Lucian asked, his brows furrowing slightly.Officer Smith finally spoke, his voice carrying a kind of anticipation that made my heart pound faster.“Mrs. Elizabeth,” he began, his eyes flickering between the both of us again. “It would interest you to know that Brenda—seated right here—is your biological daughter.”The words hit me like a slap.I felt my body jolt slightly as I blinked rapidly, my mind trying to process what I had just heard. My mouth parted slightly,
Brenda's POVI couldn’t just blurt it out.Not like this.Not when Mrs. Elizabeth had only just regained her memory, not when she was still fragile from years of lost time. I feared that the shock might be too much for her, that her body—already weakened from everything she had endured—might not be able to handle the pain of this truth.But she wasn’t going to stop asking.Her panicked eyes searched mine, pleading for an answer I didn’t want to give. The desperation in her voice clawed at my heart.So I did the only thing I could.I stepped closer, lowering myself beside her hospital bed.Her breath hitched as she looked up at me, hope flickering in her gaze, waiting for me to say that everything was fine—that Miller was alive and well, waiting somewhere for her.But I couldn’t give her that.I swallowed hard, my throat tight with emotion, and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.I didn’t say a word.I didn’t have to.The moment my fingers squeezed lightly, the warmth of my touch mea
Brenda's POVThe hospital room erupted into chaos.A mix of confusion, disbelief, and an overwhelming sense of unease swept over me as I tried to process what had just happened. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest that it almost drowned out the voices around me.I turned sharply to Lucian, my mind racing. “How—” The words barely left my lips before Officer Smith stepped forward, cutting me off with a firm but curious tone.“How did you know that name?” Officer Smith asked Lucian, his eyes narrowing. “How did you know Miller George was her husband?”Lucian exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face as if deciding how best to explain what he knew. His expression was serious—more serious than I had ever seen it.“I overheard it,” Lucian admitted. “Back when Grayson and his father were arguing. They mentioned his name.”My breath hitched. “What?”Lucian nodded, his eyes flickering to me before returning to Officer Smith. “I didn’t think much of it at the time,” he continued, “but from what
Brenda’s POVAs Lucian turned the knob and swung the door open, the sight of Officer Smith standing there sent a ripple of surprise through the room.A thick silence settled as everyone took in his unexpected presence. Mrs. Elizabeth shifted slightly in her seat, her expression puzzled. I could sense Lucian stiffen beside me, his sharp eyes scanning the officer as if trying to gauge the reason behind his visit."Good evening," Officer Smith greeted, his voice even but carrying an air of urgency. His gaze flickered over everyone before finally settling on me. "Ms. Brenda, Mr. Lucian, I see I’ve come at the right time."A tight knot formed in my stomach. Why was he here? How did he even find us? My fingers clenched slightly at my sides as my mind raced with possible reasons. Was it about the investigation? Had something happened? Was it bad news?"If you’re wondering how I found you," he continued as if reading the unspoken questions in our eyes, "I went to your house first, Ms. Brenda.
Brenda's POVMrs. Elizabeth’s tears flowed freely, her shoulders quivering slightly as the weight of her words settled over us like a thick, suffocating fog. I sat frozen, trying to grasp the depth of what she had just revealed. She had been pregnant… with twin girls.Twin girls.My heart pounded in my chest. I could barely breathe as she continued speaking through her sobs."I had no choice but to leave my husband," she murmured, her voice raw with pain. "I was terrified. I thought I was protecting him… protecting myself. I didn’t even tell him I was carrying his children."Lucian sat motionless beside me, his usually sharp and composed features softened by an emotion I couldn’t quite place. His hand curled into a tight fist against his thigh, his knuckles turning white."I gave birth alone," Mrs. Elizabeth went on, her gaze distant, as if she was reliving those painful memories. "Two beautiful girls… my little angels. I raised them myself. It wasn’t easy, but I tried. I did everythi