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
Vanessa's POVMy mind had been unsettled ever since I found out yesterday that Lucian and Brenda were planning to get married next week. Owing to my reaction the night Brenda injured herself, Lucian hadn't been answering my calls nor even replying to my messages. That bitch had finally succeeded in making him completely alienate himself from me, I thought. I had vowed to make his alienation short-lived as I headed to Lucian's house yesterday hoping to see him and apologize to him in person since he wouldn't answer my calls.The moment I had approached his door and I heard those words, at first, I thought I had misheard. I thought there was a problem with my head until he and Brenda didn't refute what I thought I heard. It felt like something inside me snapped, like my entire world was shattering before my eyes. I just kept wondering—how could he do this to me? How could Lucian, the man I had always loved, choose her? That wretched girl. That nobody.I tossed and turned all night,
Lucian's POV The steering wheel felt steady in my grip as I drove home, but inside, my adrenaline was still high from the morning events. I never imagined I would go through with this—marrying Brenda under my father’s nose, without him or my mother standing as witnesses. It had been a risk, but I had executed it perfectly.A slow, victorious smirk curled at my lips.My father had always controlled everything in my life—my choices, my future, my decisions. But this time, I had outmaneuvered him. He thought he could dictate whom I should marry, that he could manipulate my life to suit his interests. But I had beaten him at his own game.The wedding had been discreet, just as planned. No grand ceremony, no unnecessary guests—only the essential people I had arranged for. Witnesses in place of my absent parents, documents signed, vows exchanged. Suddenly, my fingers tightened slightly on the wheel as my heart gave an odd thump in my chest.That was because I remembered what followed aft
Lucian's POV The moment I found another road, I slammed my foot down on the gas pedal again, the engine roaring as we shot forward like a bullet. My heart pounded violently in my chest, my hands tightening around the wheel so hard I thought it might snap.Brenda was still trembling beside me, her breathing ragged, but she had stopped screaming. I couldn't tell if it was because she realized it wouldn’t help, or because she was in shock.The masked men were relentless. Their tires screeched behind us, their engine roaring as they struggled to keep up with my erratic maneuvers. But I had one advantage—I knew how to drive like a madman when necessary.We cut around another sharp corner, and then another.And suddenly, I saw it.The road stretched ahead of us, flanked on both sides by thick, looming forests. The towering trees stood like dark sentinels, their branches twisting overhead, blotting out most of the sunlight. The road was eerily deserted. No witnesses.An idea struck me lik
Brenda’s POVI let out a deep, shuddering breath the moment I realized we were no longer being followed. My entire body slumped against the seat, my muscles weak from the sheer intensity of the chase. My hands were still trembling as though I was the one who handled the wheels, my heart still hammering against my ribs, as if my body hadn't yet processed that we were safe.Safe.I swallowed hard. Was I really?My mind kept replaying every terrifying second—the screeching tires, the sharp swerves, the deafening gunshots, the way my stomach had clenched every time I thought the next bullet would find its mark. I had whispered so many prayers, each one feeling like it could be my last.And then, just like that, it was over.I turned my head slightly, stealing a glance at Lucian. His expression was unreadable, his hands firm on the wheel, his eyes locked on the road ahead. He looked calm—too calm, as if the chaos we had just escaped was nothing but another minor inconvenience in his life.
Lucian’s POVI was still seething as I stared at Brenda Anger coursed through my veins like fire, burning hotter with every second.I had defended Brenda. Trusted her. Opened myself up to love her.And yet. The headlines. The pictures. The proximity and the kiss with that guy. Damn it!The betrayal hit harder than I ever could have imagined.I didn’t know if I was angrier at her or at myself for believing in her in the first place.But then, something changed.Right in front of me, Brenda’s entire demeanor shifted.She had been trying to plead her case—trying to get me to listen—but when her phone buzzed, she glanced at it, and suddenly…She wasn’t crying anymore.She wasn’t defensive anymore.She wasn’t saying anything anymore.Instead, her face drained of color, her fingers clutching her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.And then, she ran.Again.Just like she had the other day.She bolted past me so fast I barely had time to react.For a moment, I just stood there,
Brenda's POVThe entire house was silent, wrapped in a darkness so thick it felt suffocating. The only sound was the soft rhythm of Lucian’s steady breathing beside me.He was asleep. Peaceful. Unbothered.Unlike me.I lay there, staring into space, my body exhausted but my mind unwilling to rest.Sleep had abandoned me the moment I closed my eyes. Too much had happened today. Too much to process, too much to forget.Vanessa’s unexpected arrival.Chairman Kingsley’s blatant favoritism.The argument between father and son, a battle of power and authority that I found myself stuck in the middle of.The accountant.Mrs. Vivian.Their dirty hands siphoning the charity funds meant for the less privileged.And then—Ralph.The audacity of him. The way he had forced himself back into my life as if he had a right. The way he had—My fingers curled into the sheets at the memory of how he kissed me.It was overwhelming.This family was drowning in secrets.Dangerous, destructive secrets.And Luc
Brenda's POV By the time closing hour finally rolled around, I felt like I had been wrung dry.Chairman Kingsley hadn’t lingered long after his spat with Lucian that morning, but Vanessa had made it her mission to remind me exactly who held the power at work today.All. Damn. Day.She had me running back and forth, calling me into her office for the most trivial, pointless tasks—reviewing reports that had already been approved, fetching documents that weren’t even necessary, nitpicking over work I had already done perfectly. It was all a show. A game.And I let it slide.I answered her every time, didn’t argue, didn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction.She wanted me to break. She wanted to see cracks.But I refused to let her win.Still, as I sat at my desk, gathering my things, I could feel the exhaustion pressing down on me, not just physically but mentally.It was almost exactly like before, back when I lived under her roof—back when she controlled every aspect of my life, t
Brenda's POV The moment I laid eyes on Vanessa standing in my office doorway, a surge of disbelief shot through me.Lucian had made it very clear that she was no longer welcome here, and yet, here she was, standing in front of me like she owned the place.She was smiling. Not a friendly smile, but one filled with arrogance, as if she wanted me to know she was untouchable, that she could do whatever she wanted, no matter what Lucian said.I felt my fingers curl into fists at my sides."You shouldn’t be here," I said, keeping my voice steady.Vanessa chuckled, tilting her head. "Oh, Brenda," she murmured. "You didn’t really think I’d just disappear, did you?"I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, a deep, furious voice thundered from behind me."What the hell are you doing here?"Lucian.His voice was thick with rage, and my entire body tensed.I turned just in time to see him storming toward us, his movements sharp, his expression deadly. His icy blue eyes were locked onto Va
Lucian's POV The murmurs swelled, a storm of whispers and gasps rippling through the hall, but I had no patience for them."Enough," I said, my voice sharp, cutting through the noise like a whip. The room stilled instantly, every pair of eyes locking onto me with wary anticipation. "There's been a mix-up." I didn't elaborate, nor did I feel the need to explain myself to my employees. They worked for me—I didn’t owe them anything beyond their paychecks."Go back to your duties." My tone left no room for argument. "Now."The exodus began, people slowly dispersing, though their curious gazes lingered on Brenda and me longer than I liked. I was about to walk Brenda out, eager to remove her from their scrutiny, when a voice sliced through the thinning crowd."Excuse me!"My eyes snapped up, a sigh already building in my chest before I even saw her. Vanessa.She stepped forward, cutting through the dispersing employees with an air of authority that made it clear she wasn’t about to be ign
Lucian's POV The morning sunlight poured through the glass windows of the company’s grand entrance as Brenda and I walked in, hand in hand. I held her firmly, not just as a show of support but as a silent message to everyone watching—we were a united front.Yet, despite the confidence I exuded, I could feel the tension in Brenda’s body the moment we stepped inside.The atmosphere was thick with hushed conversations, barely concealed snickers, and darting glances. Even though no one dared to speak outright when I was near, the whispers were unmistakable."Did you see the way she ran last night?""Barefoot, like some street beggar!""How embarrassing—"The moment my employees realized I was within earshot, their eyes widened, and their mouths snapped shut. Some gasped audibly, covering their lips with their hands as if that would somehow erase what they had just said. Others turned abruptly, pretending to be occupied with work they hadn’t been doing a second ago.I clenched my jaw but
Lucian’s POVThe door slammed shut behind Margot, leaving behind the sharp scent of her perfume and the bitter aftertaste of betrayal.I exhaled, forcing the anger in my chest to settle.Margot.For years, I had thought of her as a woman who, despite being my stepmother, had at least harbored some semblance of care for me and my father. But tonight, that illusion shattered.She had played us all.The affection, the kindness, the support—it had all been a carefully crafted performance. The moment she showed her true colors, demanding that I step down as CEO, I knew the love she claimed to have for us was nothing but a means to an end.She wanted power.She had never cared about me. Not as a son, not even as a person.I clenched my jaw and stepped out of my office. I needed air. More than that, I needed to see Brenda.I had left her to handle the charity team, but something in my gut told me to find her. I strode down the hallway, my mind still processing the depths of Margot’s deceit,
Brenda’s POVThe gala night was in full swing.The grand ballroom buzzed with energy as elegantly dressed guests mingled, their glasses filled with the finest champagne. Soft orchestral music drifted through the air, adding to the enchanting atmosphere. From the stage, a compere welcomed notable guests while waiters moved gracefully through the crowd, serving hors d'oeuvres on silver trays.As much as I wanted to stay by Lucian’s side tonight, we both had responsibilities to ensure the success of the event. While he was handling crucial business matters, I was preoccupied with my charity team, making sure everything was in place for the charity segment of the gala.Supervising the team was no small feat. The donations had to be organized, the presentation had to be flawless, and every guest who had pledged funds for the cause had to be acknowledged. My team bustled around the side of the hall, setting up the donation booth while I double-checked our list.Vanessa was surprisingly di
Brenda’s POVLucian’s fingers were warm as they curled around mine, his grip firm yet gentle, as if he never wanted to let go. We sat in the back seat of his sleek black car, the city lights casting a soft glow through the tinted glass. The hum of the engine and the distant chatter of pedestrians outside blended into a low, soothing murmur.I couldn’t stop smiling.Everything about this moment—about us—felt so surreal. Just weeks ago, my world had been nothing but uncertainty and struggle. And now? Now I was here, my fingers intertwined with Lucian’s, heading toward an evening gala as his wife.I turned slightly, my gaze trailing over his sharp, striking features. His jawline, defined and strong, his dark eyes focused ahead as he absentmindedly stroked my palm with his thumb. The smallest of gestures, but one that sent a warmth spiraling through my chest.As I looked back out the window, watching the city glide past us in a blur of neon and moonlight, my mind drifted back to the morni