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Flora's POV "Where the fuck are you? I need you to come back home right now. We have things to discuss." his voice is Sharp and harsh on the phone and it makes me frown slightly."Who is that?" Serena's voice calls my attention from the driver's seat as I look up at her. "It's Damien." I mouth towards her and watch as her expression immediately turns cold. She quickly swerves the vehicle to the side of the road and parks immediately without another word stepping harshly against the brakes. Then she turns around and snatches the phone from my hand without even asking for my permission."Do you want to know one thing stupid? You are a fool. A bastardly idiot and the most incredible dumbest individual I have ever seen. I don't even know what to say to you right now, but one thing I know for sure is that you deserve to be dead!!" she says and ends the call immediately before returning it to me, placing it gently on my hand.I watch her dumbfounded, still seated in my seat with the ph
Flora's POV She is smirking at me as she takes hold of the snack and tears it open. Then she turns it upside down allowing all the contents to spill against the flow directly in front of me. "Whoops you have messed up this aisle on Flora. I think you should bend down and pick up the crumbs with your mouth," she says, and this forces me to clench my fists tight, trying to control the rage in my body. Is she now stalking me or something? I'm not going to allow her to get to me. I quickly turn around and begin to search for another aisle where I can get what I'm looking for. But then she quickly walks ahead of me and stands in front of me leaning against a counter and pushing me back with her hand against my chest. "No no. I never asked you to leave. You are not giving me the right to work out on me when I'm talking to you. Don't you understand that?" she requests, and this forces me to look away, still struggling to control the rage building deep down within me. I have never met
Lucas' POV I know I made a very good and wise decision to follow her here. I don't like what I am looking at right now and it is pissing me the hell of. I clench my fists tight to try to control the boiling rage that is raging deep down in my chest. Who the fuck is that lady and why the hell has she been following her everywhere? From the look and expression on Flora's face, I can tell that Flora detests her presence. Flora doesn't want to have anything to do with her. It seems like the lady is frustrating her might be a piece of trouble for her. I don't think I can sit back and continue to allow this to happen. I drop the newspaper I have been using to hide my face down on the visitor's seat where I have been sitting down all the while. I get up and adjust my tuxedo trying to look as calm as I can be. I know that Flora would not want to cause an actual scene here, so I know I have to
Flora's POV I don't think I can bear any more of this scene in front of me. Victoria Hale is worse than I imagined she would be, and I can tell that she's only going to make things a lot worse for Lucas and more confusing if he continues to fight for me.I take hold of his hand and begin to drag him away with all the power in my body. "It's alright Lucas. Please just let her be and let's get out of here. I've already gotten what I want to get."That's a lie. I haven't. I just can't stand the scene before me. I observe as he stiffens a little bit. He turns to look at me and stares at my hands."I see nothing in your hands. I want this awful lady to go back and pick up all that she scattered on the ground. She is the one that is going to pay for it."Oh great I even actually forgot about that snacks. "Lucas, please just let it go, okay? I am seriously not in the mood to encounter her p
Flora's POV "Wait, please just listen to me, okay? I'm sorry." I call but he is still not listening to me as he continues to walk away slowly as if nobody had just spoken to him. Jesus, what the hell is your problem, Flora? Why would you just scream out loud to him like that? I quicken my steps and run ahead of him trying to catch up with his long strides. Within a few minutes, I am standing directly in front of him as I place my hand against his chest, forcing him to stop. "Please I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to shout back at you like that I was just..." " Hey, it's fine, okay? I get it. I shouldn't be a burden in your life because, well, it seems to be going perfectly, so I guess I would just leave." Lord, why the hell does that sentence hurt so much? "I was only trying to help okay? It's not like I was trying to get involved with your life or something else but it seems you don't accept my presence. I don't blame you. That Serena girl must have convinced you about it.
Flora's POV I am weeping deep down within with a raw want for this man. Fuck I am going insane. I suck against his lower lips forcing out a groan from him.Shit. That sounded so hot.I finally give up fighting and press my lips against his as he slides his palm down my back to the base of my waist. He pulls me closer to himself till I feel his bulge and I gasp against his lips. Fuck!!"That is what you are doing to me." He whispers against my lips and pins me against the wall. He lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his waist, planting endless kisses all over my neck, forcing me to arch my back against the wall, gasping at the tempting sensation of his bulge against my thigh.Fuck. I wish we were in a room!!What the hell did I just think??"What the hell is going on here Flora?" I hear a voice that startles the both of us a few meters away. This forces us to quickly pull away from each other.Then I turn around to see Serena standing directly before us, a few meters away,
Lucas' POV I watch the vehicle quickly drive away from the parking lot of the mini-mart and then sigh calmly to myself, a lot of thoughts ringing endlessly in my brain. Something comes to my mind and this forces me to smile before quickly looking around me and then taking out my phone. I dial a certain particular number and then place the phone against my ears blinking rapidly and watching as the vehicle continues to move before quickly disappearing. Then the phone vibrates and I hear the voice of the other person at the other end. "Hello, boss. You called." the person says and I nibble at my lower lip before taking in the deep breath. " yes, I did. I need you to do something for me." " what can I do for you boss? Anything. You know I am always at your service." he says and this forces me to smile before looking up and gazing at the cloud. " yes, I need your help with something. I need you to help me observe someone and track her and also figure out every single detail about
Flora's POV The vehicle finally comes to a quick stop directly in front of the familiar Mansion of Serena as I relax against the window rubbing my fingers along my forehead and trying to relax myself by the experience of the past few minutes. These past few hours have been the most stressful and the most inconvenient I have ever experienced. But I am not about to let that out directly again in front of Serena right now. All I can do is just try my best to be calm and allow things to go away they want to go and then probably listen to what she wants to tell me. Because I can tell she is extremely pissed as hell with me right now from the expression on her face.I don't understand that, though. For the past 30 minutes right now, all through the ride home, this is how she has been. This is definitely about Lucas, and I know it, but I am not about to talk or say anything.Even though it's so shirking for her to be angry about something like that I'm just going to keep quiet and let
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