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.
Brenda’s POVMy mind drifted to the guards that Lucian mentioned earlier and the thought of having them around me sent a chill through my spine.Not because I was afraid of them, but because the idea of being monitored constantly unsettled me. What if they got too close? What if they started asking questions? What if they uncovered what I had been hiding all along?I clenched my fists on my lap, willing myself to stay calm. No. That wouldn't happen. I would make sure of it.I could always set boundaries, tell them to give me space. And besides, if anything, this so-called “security” could work to my advantage. It would be a perfect excuse to avoid the media when I started working at Lucian’s company. No press, no cameras, no unnecessary scrutiny.A silver lining.I leaned back on the couch, inhaling deeply, trying to let that little piece of comfort settle in. But just as I was about to relax, Lucian’s phone rang, slicing through the silence like a blade.I glanced in his direction, c
Brenda’s POVThe night stretched endlessly, the silence thick and suffocating. I lay on one side of Lucian’s bed, my body stiff beneath the silk sheets, my heart beating a rhythm that refused to slow. Sleep was a distant luxury, one I couldn’t afford, not with the weight of tonight’s events pressing down on me.Lucian’s father’s threat replayed in my head, his cold, piercing gaze etched into my memory like a scar I’d never erase. His words had been clear—Lucian would pay for his rebellion, and I would bear the consequences too.I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that would push away the growing paranoia clawing at my chest. Every creak of the house, every whisper of the wind against the windows, sent a shiver down my spine. Was someone outside? Had his father already sent people after us? After me?I hated this.I hated feeling like prey, like a fragile pawn in a game I didn’t understand. A wedding night was supposed to be filled with warmth, passion, maybe even nervous excitement. Not t
Brenda's POVI wasn’t sure how long the call lasted, but when he finally ended it and turned back to me, his expression was unreadable again, his features carved from stone.I crossed my arms, refusing to back down this time. "Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or are you just going to keep brushing me off?"Lucian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved to the window, staring out into the darkness as if searching for something. "You’re safe," he said eventually, his voice softer now, but still carrying the same authority. "That’s all that matters."I let out an exasperated breath. "Lucian, stop doing that."His head snapped toward me. "Doing what?""Giving me vague reassurances like I’m some fragile doll that can’t handle the truth." My frustration boiled over. "You pulled me into this. You made me part of your world, whether I wanted to be or not. So tell me what the hell I’m actually up against!"The fact he wasn't answering me was making me lose it now so I went on exp
Lucian’s POVI had been a fool.I had let my own arrogance blind me to the truth staring me in the face.When my father showed up earlier today, spitting his threats, I hadn’t taken him seriously. I had assumed he was bluffing, using intimidation as his usual weapon of control. He had always been a master manipulator, a man who thrived on fear. But I had thought—hoped—that even he wouldn’t cross certain lines.I had been wrong.The gunshot that shattered the stillness of the night was all the proof I needed.A cold certainty settled deep in my gut. He was serious. He really wouldn’t hesitate to kill me if I didn't do his bidding.Slowly, I made for the door, my body tensing with the familiar edge of battle readiness.Behind me, Brenda’s sharp gasp filled the air as she thought I would simply stay safe inside the room. “Lucian—”I turned to her, my voice low but firm. “Stay here.”Her eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. “What? No! You can’t just—”I didn’t have time for argu
Brenda’s POVLucian held me so tightly that I could feel his heartbeat pounding against my own. His arms wrapped around me as though he were afraid to let go, as though doing so would make me disappear. His breathing was ragged, uneven, as if he had just run a marathon, and yet he refused to loosen his grip.I wasn’t sure who was holding on to whom more.I stood there, pressed against him, frozen in place, unable to decide what I was feeling. My mind was a tangled mess of emotions, colliding and crashing into each other like waves against jagged rocks.I was alive.I should be relieved.But was I?Or was I more devastated that surviving meant I had to keep enduring this endless nightmare?When I had seen the gun pointed at Lucian, something inside me had snapped. Despite everything—despite the danger, the chaos, the mess he had dragged me into—my heart couldn’t take it. The thought of him dying right in front of me had sent a visceral, gut-wrenching panic through my veins.Why?Why h
Brenda's POV “I have evidence that could exonerate you, Brenda”I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest as Ralph's words sank in. Evidence that could exonerate me?I felt my breath hitch as a powerful wave of relief and disbelief washed over me. Could this be real? Could I finally clear my name?"Ralph," I whispered, my voice trembling, "what do you mean? What kind of evidence?"He exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his expression serious. "I found a private investigator," he said. "The same one Vivian hired."That caught me off guard. Vivian? My brows furrowed. "Vivian? What does she have to do with this?""She was already looking into Vanessa," Ralph explained. "I don't know all the details, but I know she had suspicions about her. The investigator had already started gathering proof, but I needed something solid, something undeniable. So I paid him—almost all the money Vanessa gave me—so he could finish the job and get the real evidence we needed. Evidence that proves you'r
Brenda’s POVMy entire body tensed as Ralph's words echoed in my mind."It might interest you to know that Vanessa was the one who tried to murder Inspector Smith's daughter and framed you for the attempted murder instead."I felt my breath hitch, my stomach knotting as if I'd been punched. My lips parted, but no words came out. My brain struggled to process what I'd just heard.Vanessa.She had been the one behind it all.I should have known. I should have realized that her cruelty had no limits. But this? This was beyond anything I could have imagined.Before I could fully grasp the weight of that revelation, Ralph delivered another blow."That same Inspector Smith… is my biological father. And the girl Vanessa put in a coma… she's my junior sister."I gawked at him, completely blindsided. A thousand questions stormed my mind, but none of them could take shape."Your—what?" My voice was barely above a whisper.Ralph exhaled heavily, rubbing his face as if bracing himself for somethi
Brenda’s POVThe moment my eyes locked onto Ralph’s, every muscle in my body tensed.I stood frozen, my breath coming in shallow bursts as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over me—anger, confusion, disbelief.He was the anonymous caller?The man who had warned me, saved me from being arrested?I wanted to turn around and walk away, but my feet refused to move.His expression was unreadable at first, but then his lips parted, and he took a cautious step forward."Brenda—""Stay the hell away from me," I spat, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.I couldn’t believe this.The man who had hurt me in more ways than I could count. The man who had shattered my trust, humiliated me, and set me up with that scandalous kiss—he was the one who had been watching over me?"Listen, I know you’re angry—""Angry?" A bitter laugh bubbled out of me. "I loathe you, Ralph. After everything you did, you still have the nerve to show up and act like some kind of savior?"He flinched, guilt flickering a
Brenda’s POVTwo days now.It had been two days since my life flipped completely upside down.Two days since I had run from my past—again.Two days of solitude, fear, and endless thoughts gnawing at my sanity.I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, staring blankly at the beige-colored walls. The room was nothing special—just another generic hotel suite with an uncomfortable bed, dull wallpaper, and a television that I had barely glanced at.But it was safe.At least, for now.I exhaled shakily and rubbed my temples, my head throbbing from exhaustion. Sleep had been a stranger to me these past two nights. How could I sleep when my world was crumbling beneath my feet?I had some cash on me when I fled the company—enough to check into this hotel under a false name. But I knew it wouldn’t last forever.And I had nowhere else to go.Mrs. Elizabeth had always been my safe haven, but I couldn't risk going to her now. If the police were truly after me, th
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