Flora's POV Okay, so I did not expect this one to happen. My body is in chaos.I don't know where to look as I dart my attention from the door back to Serena at intervals."Get this door open right now, Flora, or else I'm going to break it down!!" Damien's voice is shouting angrily from right outside the door and I can tell his patient has already been tested. These are the moments when I fear to experience his anger.It is anger is something that can bring down empires or turn down great organizations into nothingness.It is something I have experienced before, and I have told myself that I am not going to encounter this anymore. But what the hell am I to do right now? I don't want to go back home with him. I don't even want to be with him at all one bit. What am I going to do? I think to myself as I look at Serena with worry.She suddenly looks calm, and it makes me squint my eyes at her, wondering what the hell she is thinking."Are you seriously just staring at the door doin
Flora's POV Okay, I need to understand what the hell is going on here. What the hell is Lucas doing here? " Lucas?" I find myself calling his name out loud as the vibrating sound of the bedroom door becomes louder turn forcing me to turn around and look at the door once again. I notice that the hinges are already beginning to pull away from their positions forcing the very top of the door to move out of its normal standing State. The door is coming down soon in a few minutes and I need to get out of here. Lucas knocks against the window catching my attention once again. "come out!" he shouts out loud and then uses all his energy to push the window open to release a fresh gust of breeze into the bedroom. " come with me right now. I can't help you," he says and this makes me frown. "What?" I ask him with confusion and turn around once again, hearing the vibrating sound of the bedroom door. Christ. the confusion and the trembling in my body is excessive. "come with me rig
Lucas' POV "They are on our tail Lucas!! What are we going to do? They are so relentless they are going to keep coming for me wherever we go!!" Her voice is ringing endlessly in my ears and it forces me to slowly tilt my head to look at her.I can notice beautiful soft lips trembling.I notice those delicate-looking, glittering blue eyes of hers filled with a certain sort of fear that I don't like to see. Seeing her in this state is torturing me. It is doing some crazy things to my mind that I know I might not be able to control anytime soon. I don't like it. I don't like to see her like this but well... what can I say? It is what happens when we are being chased by the very person who wants nothing except to keep her bound to him and ensure her life becomes a total mess. That is what I can tell. If Flora, by mistake, gets into Damien's hands, her life is officially over, and I can't let that happen. Oh, I really can't. I think to myself as I pull against the gear of the vehicle
Flora's POV I can notice and observe the nervousness in his expression. It is making my insight giddy. I struggle to keep back the laughter that is raging deep down within me to burst out. Not just yet. I am not going to let him know that what I am doing is just an easy plot of mine just to make him think that I am angry when I know I am not. But of course, I have no freaking right to be angry. Why should I be? He just fucking saved my life at the time I needed him the most. That is the cutest thing any guy has ever done for me in my entire existence. I'm not even sure Damien would have the guts to do something like that. I just don't know what to say. I don't even know how to express what I feel right now. The only thing raging deep down in my mind is that I am crazy head over heels for the man seated in front of me. I have always loved him from the beginning and I can't deny the fact that the love is still there. The feeling is still strong as ever and I am cravin
Lucas' POV Okay, I was seriously not expecting this to happen. This is one of the biggest mesmerizing experiences I can ever describe or state. When the hell did it get to this? What I can explain is that I was on the verge of busting out. I was on the verge of letting out a certain fury that I could not bear because she was sounding as if my presence was immensely irritating to her. The pain at her words was so intense, and I felt as though she was stabbing through my heart with a knife. I couldn't help it so I was at the.... I was just showing her just how infuriated I was about what she was doing. But then I didn't expect this to be her next action. And I am deeply immersed in it right now. I can't fucking stop. Her lips. Geez. they are so mesmerizing. She is the hottest and the most beautiful lady I have ever encountered in my life. I can't even begin to explain how my previous anger dissipated immediately when I felt her lips against mine. I am groaning endlessly a
Flora's POV Okay so when he mentioned about taking me to his private villa in a far away hidden place where one can locate I never actually imagined a beach. I am currently standing at the shore of the largest beach in LA with a confused expression in my face as I observe the hot sand covering my feet. Okay what the hell is going on here? I wonder to myself as I slowly turn around to observe Lucas taking up some stuffs from the boot of his vehicle. Then another vehicle suddenly packs behind his and a good-looking man steps out of it walking quickly and briskly towards him. I watch as Lucas says a thing or two to the fellow and then the fellow nods his head. From what I can see between their interaction it appears that that might actually be his assistant or something like that. The fellow steps into the vehicle we both used to get to the beach and then I watch another person step out of his previous vehicle from the back seat climbing into the driver seat. Within a few
Flora's POVI stand at the edge of the boat placing my hand against the handrails and gazing into the ocean while it speeds so slowly at a comfortable pace towards only God knows where.I have done my very best in pressuring Lucas to open up and tell me where we are heading but he keeps telling me it's a surprise. Receiving a surprise is not something I am used to because it leaves me curious and I hate being taken off guard by things I am not expected to see. But there's nothing I can do now. He seems pretty determined, and upon my endless series of disturbances, you refused to tell me what I want to know. So all I can just do is relax here helplessly, staring at the Ocean, which looks so peaceful and so calm with streaks of the sun's rays shining into the water. "Like what you see don't you?" I hear his voice behind me and briskly turn around to look at him.He is not putting on his suit. He has already changed into casual boat wear, which is a pair of white shorts and a red f
Lucas' POV Good Lord her scent is killing me. The only thing I can sense and feel is her majestic, gorgeous, curvy body in my arms and her hypnotizing, sweet, flowery scent wafting up through my nose. Her lips? Good lord they are so captivating. I can't get enough of her. She suddenly pulls away from me looking breathless as she continues to look into my eyes. "This feels so crazy." She suddenly says and it makes me frown with wonder. "What makes you say so?" She chuckles and shakes her head. "Well, I don't know. Because I haven't seen you for years, and I am stumbling into you right now, and then we are already doing this. It just sounds so absurd."I chuckle and shake my head. " Yeah, I get it. I understand. I guess maybe we moved too fast. "She looks at me for a very short period and suddenly busts out laughing. " We moved too fast? Why are you saying it like we already made plans to get married or something? "" Because I already have intentions to get married to you.
FLORA'S POVThis news is a nightmare. It's going to make everything worse for me, and I absolutely despise it. The rage boiling within me is almost unbearable. If I could get my hands on Victoria right now, I swear I would tear her apart piece by piece. How could she? How could she stoop this low just to sabotage us?The weight of the scandal presses down on my chest, suffocating me. I know this will be impossible to ignore. It has derailed our plan and diverted our focus from what truly matters—bringing down Damien. Instead of staying on track, we are now forced to fight off this web of lies, and I hate it with every fiber of my being.I glance at Lucas. He looks composed, but I know better. I see the tension in his shoulders, the slight twitch in his jaw, the flicker of unease in his usually confident eyes. He's nervous, though he's trying to mask it. I can tell his mind is racing, strategizing, scrambling to find a way out of this mess. He's always been the one to take charge, to f
LUCAS' POVI try to keep my focus on the plan we're putting together, but my attention keeps drifting toward Richard. I still don't trust him, no matter how convincingly he claims to be on our side. His words are sharp and precise, his demeanor calculated. He says he wants Damien to pay, that he wants justice, but something about him seems off. His presence feels too convenient, his willingness too eager. I can't shake the feeling that there's more to him than he's letting on.Across the table, Serena and Flora stand by, closely observing everything as we strategize. I catch the exhausted look on Serena's face—she's tired of all of this. The weight of everything we've been through is pressing down on her. She just wants it to be over. I meet her gaze with a reassuring look, silently promising that we're close to the end. That this nightmare is almost over."We've tracked his last known location to the marina district," one officer says, sliding a map across the table. "But he's been c
Lucas' POVThis ends today.I am not letting Damian escape again.I push myself to the absolute limit, my muscles burning as I chase after him with everything I have. But goddamn, he's fast—faster than I ever expected. His movements are fluid, almost unnatural, like he's spent his entire life training for a moment like this. He weaves through the crowded space with ease, slipping through obstacles like a shadow bending and twisting with the light.For years, I thought I knew who Damian was. A criminal, a manipulator, a strategist. But this—this sheer physicality, this level of agility—I never knew he had it in him.An officer to my right takes off after him, trying to cut off his path. Another, standing a few feet away, sees the chase and tosses a weapon toward me. Instinct takes over. I catch it in midair, adjusting my grip without breaking stride. The cool weight of the gun in my hand grounds me, sharpens my focus.I push harder.The moment I burst out of the building, my feet skid
Lucas' POVThe tension in the room is suffocating as we search every inch of Damien's office, determined to find the escape route he must have used. My eyes dart from the large wooden desk to the bookshelves lining the walls, scanning for any sign of a hidden passage. Drawers are flung open, chairs overturned, papers scattered across the floor as everyone works in frantic synchronization.Then, one of the officers calls out, his voice sharp and urgent."Over here!"We immediately scramble toward him, our boots thudding against the floor in unison. He stands beside the elevator, his hand pressed against the panel. His face is grim, his expression tight with focus."What is it?" I demand, my pulse hammering in anticipation.Instead of answering, he presses a seemingly insignificant button on the control panel. A faint click echoes in the silence, followed by a mechanical whirring sound. Slowly, a hidden access point reveals itself—an opening at the top of the elevator, leading upward."
Lucas' POVBy the time morning arrives, the first thing I see is Flora's peaceful face resting against the pillow beside me. Her features are soft, relaxed, untouched by the chaos of our reality. A few strands of her wavy blonde hair have fallen across her cheek, and I resist the urge to brush them away, not wanting to disturb the quiet serenity of this moment.She looks so at ease, so completely unburdened in sleep, and I find myself mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest. The warmth of her body lingers against mine, a silent reminder of everything that transpired between us last night.I think back to the way she unraveled me, how she shattered every last piece of my self-control with a single touch, a single whispered plea. She left me breathless, consumed, utterly lost in her.A slow smile tugs at my lips. I love her. I have loved her for longer than I can even admit to myself, and now, with her curled up in my arms, with her body wrapped around mine like she belongs
Lucas' POVI am already done for.Flora and Serena stand before me, their gazes sharp enough to slice through every carefully crafted lie I have ever told. Their eyes burn with suspicion, their bodies rigid with unrelenting determination. The air between us is thick with tension, pressing down on me like a suffocating weight.We have barely escaped Damien's ambush minutes ago—barely survived a situation that could have ended in bloodshed. And yet, instead of relief, instead of gratitude, all their focus has turned to me.I should have expected this.I want to tell them they should be thanking me, not interrogating me. If it weren't for my intervention, we might not even be standing here right now. But I know that line of reasoning won't fly. Not with them. Not with Flora.Because she wants the truth.And that is the one thing I cannot give her.The mysterious person who has helped me—who has secretly arranged for the armed men to intervene—needs to remain in the shadows. Exposing him
Flora's POVI stand there, completely dumbstruck, my breath catching in my throat. The entire situation has flipped in our favor so fast I can barely process it. Just moments ago, Damien held the upper hand, his grip like an iron shackle around me, his dominance undeniable. But now? Now, he is the one trapped.His hold on me loosens instantly as armed men flood the room, their weapons locked on him with deadly precision. Their presence shifts the air, thickening it with tension. The metallic click of safety switches being disengaged sends a clear message—there is no escape.Damien's jaw tenses, his mind undoubtedly racing for a way out. For a split second, I can see it—the battle within him. Fight or surrender? Run or resist? But the odds are impossible. The realization dawns in his darkened eyes, a flicker of recognition before he lets out a slow, measured breath and makes his choice.With a controlled movement, he drops his gun. The weapon clatters against the polished floor, the so
Flora's POVI keep glancing at Lucas, trying to read his expression. He isn't moving, isn't reacting—just standing there, staring at Damien with that dangerous smirk, as if he is cooking something up in his mind.My nerves are shot, my body tense. I flick my gaze to Serena. She looks like she is two seconds away from lunging at Damien and punching him in the face. But we all know that would be a terrible idea.Damien's gun remains trained on Lucas, his expression laced with frustration. "I don't understand," he says, shaking his head. "Why are you so interested in her? What's the history between you two that makes you willing to throw your life away?"We aren't about to give him the backstory—that Lucas and I were high school classmates, that this connection between us runs deeper than anything Damien could comprehend.The only thing that matters is that I cannot go with him.But he doesn't care. His grip on my wrist tightens, and he yanks me toward the bedroom door, still keeping his
Flora's POVThe fury in Lucas's eyes is unmistakable.A storm brews behind his gaze, dark and untamed, like a predator sizing up its prey. Every muscle in his body is locked in place, coiled tight with restrained violence. His fists are clenched at his sides, but he doesn't move—not yet. Instead, he stands perfectly still, watching Damien with an icy, unshakable focus.Damien's smirk widens, as if he enjoys the power he holds in this moment. His fingers flex around the gun in his hand, the metal gleaming under the dim light. His stance is relaxed—too relaxed. Like he truly believes he's already won."Come here, Flora. Now. Or I put a bullet in him," Damien threatens, his voice a low, menacing growl.A cold wave of terror crashes over me.My body refuses to move. My legs feel like they're rooted to the floor, my breath caught somewhere between panic and disbelief.This isn't happening. This can't be happening.I glance at Lucas, desperately searching his face for some kind of reassuran