Beyond Recognition Mandy's POV I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.Lucas?Here?I couldn’t process the sudden rush of emotions.Before I knew it,my legs were moving,carrying me away from the unsettling reunion. I escaped to the dressing room, still wearing my formal dance attire. The silence felt suffocating,punctuated only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.As I changed, muffled voices drifted from the hallway. “I’m familiar with that deep tone, and that definitely belongs to Lucas.”"Who is that captivating young woman?" Lucas asked Jackson.Jackson chuckled. "You're in luck! She's our new club star. I had to beg my contact in New York to introduce me to her. It took a while before he agreed. It wasn't easy getting her because she's got a good reputation from her performances abroad," Jackson said.Lucas’s interest was palpable. "What makes her so special?"Jackson's enthusiasm grew. "Her talent, charisma...and beauty, of course! You'll need to keep an eye
Mandy's POV "Did you hear what I said, Mandy?" He asked me, bringing me out of my frozen state.My expression hardened. "I heard you loud and clear, Lucas. "You think I'd marry you just to fulfill Grandma Claire’s wishes?"The last I remember you were the one who asked for a divorce," I said firmly.Lucas’s eyes narrowed. "Don't play dumb. We all know you want to be my wife again, desperately. No need to pretend."His voice dripped with arrogance. "A parasite like you can't survive without our family's support. You'd wither away without our resources." Lucas’s anger flared, but I continued, unbothered."Grandma Claire’s condition is critical. Every moment counts. Don't waste more time."My heart ached, remembering Grandma Claire’s warmth. But Lucas’s arrogance and manipulation got me really pissed. "I'm not a doll to be used for your convenience," I declared, with my voice firm. "I have my own life, my own work. I won't be swayed by your family's wealth or your insults."L
Lucas's POV I sat frozen in my seat, as if I had been enchanted with a spell by the mysterious dancer who was twisting and twirling her body around the stage.She was dancing to jazz music and she was doing it perfectly well, making me more interested in watching her.Her slender waist and perfect body shape had me entranced. It was almost as if my eyes were glued to her body.Forever.I visited the club with my friends, Ethan and Miles. I didn't want to come before as I wasn't interested, but they somehow managed to persuade me and made me come with them.Now I was somewhat grateful that they forced me to come. Because if they didn't, I wouldn't have been able to gaze my eyes upon this beauty.Although her eyes and part of her face were hidden, I could still see that she was a beauty.While my friends were busy having fun with other girls, I focused all my attention on this one dancer.There was something about her that drew me to her. I just couldn't place a finger on it. My f
Mandy's POV"What have I done?" I thought, as flashes of our sex life shadowed on me."I...just kissed him,""Did I?" I wondered as I felt skeptical of what to name it since it wasn't really a kiss.However, the thoughts of it all, triggered my memories of him.Especially our sex life.Gosh, it was one of the best things about our marriage.I know it's wrong for me to miss him as he was and still is a jackass.I know it is an emotion I can't pretend to myself but I need to forget him.I have to.He isn't worth any of my time, I.... Just have to.Having all of this thought swirling in me, I shook my head in agreement to my decision as I walked my way to change my outfit.Subsequently, after a long day at the club eclipse, I finally arrived at home.Trust me, I was so exhausted but I needed to continue house haunting on the app, that's the only way for me to avoid Lucas completely.At exactly an hour later, I suddenly felt my eyes closing bit by bit as I yawned afterward.This was evide
Mandy’s POVHowever, I made my way outside the house as I stood frozen, my eyes locked on Lucas as he emerged from the sleek Mercedes Benz. What was he doing here? I wondered, my mind racing.As he approached, his gaze met mine, and for a fleeting moment, his stare paused on my face. I sensed a flicker of surprise, but his expression swiftly returned to its usual composed mask."Ready?" he asked, his deep voice low and even.Though, I nodded, still perplexed by his sudden arrival.With that, Lucas opened the car door, gesturing for me to enter. "I came to pick you up," he explained, his tone matter-of-fact."Why?" I asked, my wariness evident."Why would you want to do that? You didn't have to put on these charades,"Lucas scoffed."Listen, we're attending Grandma's party together," he replied, his eyes narrowing slightly. "As husband and wife."Hearing this, my heart sank as the familiar weight of resentment settled in. Pretending to be married again? The memories I'd tried to sup
Lucas's POV10 minutes ago, I hung up the phone call, as I began scanning the room for Mandy. But she was nowhere to be found.Then, a flicker of concern crossed my mind as I remembered Mandy wasn't exactly the independent type. She might be scared, alone in this crowded party.I suppressed a scowl, unhappy with her disappearance. Yet, I couldn't shake off the urge to find her."Excuse me," I said to a passing waiter, "have you seen my wife?"Just then, I saw Mary approaching where I stood with her radiant smile calming my growing unease."Lucas," she called out my name. "Don't worry," her voice soothing. "Mandy might be overwhelmed or chatting with old friends. She didn't mean to disappear and upset you."Her words eased my tension, but I couldn't help comparing Mary's composed nature to Mandy's turbulent presence.Mary always prioritized others, never seeking to stir trouble. Even three years ago, when Mandy...terminated her pregnancy, Mary had defended her, suggesting Mandy might
Chapter 15Lucas’s POV I should’ve known the night wouldn’t end smoothly. It never does with Mandy. Grandma’s face twisted into a polite but unmistakable grimace when Mandy emerged from the bathroom wearing that ridiculous mini-skirt. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack. What the hell was she thinking? “Mandy, dear,” Grandma began, her tone sharp enough to slice through the murmurs in the room. “This isn’t appropriate for the occasion. What happened to the dress you were wearing earlier?” Mandy’s eyes flitted to mine for a fraction of a second before lowering. Her voice was calm, steady even, which somehow made it worse. “I didn’t mean to cause offense, Grandma. This was all I had.” All she had? That was a lie. Mary had gone out of her way to lend Mandy a perfectly good dress just moments ago. Why she refused to wear it was beyond me. I stepped forward, my voice quieter but no less irritated. “Mandy, we talked about this.” Her gaze lifted to meet mine,
Mandy's POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains, but my chest felt heavy, like a storm cloud had settled over me. I couldn’t stop replaying Lucas’s expression from last night—the tension, the frustration, the way his eyes seemed to drill into me, looking for answers I wasn’t ready to give. Let him wonder. Let him stew in his own questions. I’d made my choice long before we started this arrangement. This wasn’t about him, and it never would be. My focus was on saving Grandma Claire, and once she was safe, I’d walk away from Lucas and everything he represented. Still, there was this tiny, infuriating tug in the back of my mind. The way his voice softened when he spoke to me last night lingered longer than I wanted it to. I shook my head and forced myself to focus. Whatever kindness he tried to show didn’t matter. I wouldn’t let it weaken my resolve. I was pulling my hair into a loose bun when my phone buzzed on the dresser. “Hello?” I answered, pinching the bridge
Lucas’s POVIt had been weeks since that conversation with Mandy. I’d spent most of those weeks walking on eggshells, trying not to overstep, trying to be more patient, more understanding. But what I’d learned in all that time was that patience wasn’t something I was particularly good at. I was used to getting what I wanted, to making things happen with a push, with influence, with money. But none of that worked with Mandy despite knowing her all my life. She wasn’t like everyone else. She was stubborn, but not in the way I was. She wasn’t built to rely on anyone, not even me.I leaned back in the chair in my office, staring out the window. The view was the same—tall buildings, busy streets—but today, it felt different. More distant.Maybe because I wasn’t feeling as in control as I usually did. The business, my life, everything had always been about control. But Mandy, she wasn’t someone I could control, and that had been a hard lesson for me to learn.I picked up the phone, about
Mandy’s POVI sat at the kitchen table, my fingers running over the edges of the letter, the words blurring together in front of me. It was a letter from the club’s manager, something about my canceled performances and some backdoor deal that had been made to cover my financial losses. The numbers were high, too high for someone who had been in my shoes for the past few months. It was generous, but it felt wrong.I hadn’t asked for this. I hadn’t wanted it. It felt like someone had swept in and fixed things for me without asking if I needed them fixed at all.The realization hit me like a cold wave, one that I couldn’t ignore Lucas. He had done this. He had found a way to fix my mess, just like he always tried to do—whether I wanted him to or not. Part of me wanted to be grateful. Hell, it was hard not to be, considering how close I’d been to losing everything. But the other part of me felt suffocated by his actions, trapped in this constant cycle where I was always the one needin
Mandy’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the phone in my hand. The screen was lit up, but I didn’t touch it. I hadn’t called Emily in what felt like weeks. I missed her voice—her laughter, her little jokes, the way she’d say “I love you” before hanging up, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I knew I should call her, but something inside me held me back. There were too many things I was hiding from her. Too many things I didn’t want her to worry about. But today, I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I needed to hear her. I needed to feel that connection, that bond I’d built with her over the years. So, I finally tapped my phone screen and selected Wendy's name from my contacts, waiting for the call to connect. I didn’t know what I’d say once Emily answered, but the thought of hearing her voice was enough to push past the hesitation.When Wendy picked up, it was as if a weight I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying lifted off my chest."Hi Wendy, sorry for disturb
Lucas’s POVThe truth was, I hadn’t expected the last few weeks to be this hard. I had hoped—naively, maybe—that all the damage I’d done would somehow fade away, that time and a few apologies would be enough to rebuild what I’d broken. But Mandy wasn’t something that could just be fixed with a few words. She was complicated, layered with history and pain, and a part of me had always known I’d have to dig deeper if I wanted to truly understand her.I had made up my mind a while ago that I was going to make things right, not just for the sake of getting back together, but for her—for her peace of mind. She’d let me in, little by little, but there were still pieces of her that I hadn’t touched, parts of her past that she kept hidden. However, one night, as I sat at my desk at home, sorting through a mix of emails, paperwork, and random thoughts, a thought crossed my mind. Grandma Claire. Maybe Grandma Claire held the key to understanding Mandy better despite her being my grandmother.
Mandy’s POVI shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. It was a quiet Monday morning when I walked into the club and saw the look on Dan’s face. He didn’t even have to say anything—his expression said it all. I knew the moment I’d been informed about my canceled performances, the ripple effects were inevitable. I hadn’t expected it to be this bad, but there it was. “Mandy,” Dan started, his voice cold, even though I’d worked for him for over two years. “Can you explain to me why you’re not following through on your contract? The club needs you. You know that.” Hearing this, I stood there for a moment, trying to steady my nerves. My hands had started shaking, and I hated that. I hated feeling so out of control. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint anyone—especially not Dan, who had always been fair with me. But the truth was, I couldn’t go on like this. “I know,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “It’s just... I need a break. Things have been rough lately. I’m
Lucas’s POVI’d spent hours in my office today, looking over everything I could find on Mandy’s financial situation. It wasn’t just the bills or the debts that haunted her. No, it was something deeper—something that clung to her even when she smiled, even when she pretended everything was fine. The weight of it all had been too much for her, and I’d been too blind to see it. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my face. How the hell had I not seen it before? Mandy had been living like she was carrying the weight of the world, all while I’d been focused on my own damn problems. Her pride, her independence—they had always been part of who she was, but I never stopped to think about what those things might cost her. I thought about the way she’d looked at me the night before—unsure, guarded, but still willing to listen. There was hope in her eyes, but it was fragile, like glass. And I didn’t want to break it. I knew I had a lot of work to do to make up for everything I’d done. But
Mandy’s POVSitting at the edge of my bed, I stared at the chipped mug in my hands. It was one of those small, stupid things that you don’t realize holds meaning until it’s too late. The faded lettering on it—Queen of Everything—mocked me in the dim light of my room. Grandma Claire had given it to me when I was still in high school, a little reminder to never let anyone make me feel less than I was worth. Back then, it was a joke. Now, it felt like a taunt. Lucas had apologized last night. A real apology, the kind where he didn’t just say the words but looked me in the eye, laid himself bare, and admitted he’d screwed up. It wasn’t something Lucas did often—admit fault, I mean. He was the man who had everything figured out, the one with the answers, the solutions, the damn checklist for how the world should work. But last night, he’d been different. Raw. Real. Vulnerable, even. And I... I didn’t know how to feel about it. I turned the mug over in my hands, my thoughts circ
Lucas’s POVThe house felt emptier than usual that evening and the silence seemed to stretch on endlessly, filling up the space where her laughter, her voice, her very presence used to be. It was hard to remember what it felt like to have Mandy here. Even harder was the reality that, no matter how much I tried to fix things, I still hadn’t figured out how to fix us.I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter and dragged my fingers through my hair, staring at the table where we’d shared meals, arguing, and laughing. That damn mug she always used, the one with the chipped handle, still sat there like a cruel reminder that I’d screwed everything up. I’d spent the entire day digging into her financial situation. The club, the debt, the medical bills—none of it had surprised me, but it stung to see how much she’d been hiding. Mandy had always carried her burdens alone, even when I was right there, a damn fool, too stubborn and too proud to see what was happening right under my nose.Howeve
Lucas's POVI sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, head in my hands, as Ethan’s voice rang out over the phone, blunt as always. “So let me get this straight,” he said. “You stormed into the club, dragged her out, and then lost your damn mind at her?” “Yeah,” I muttered, already regretting my decision to call him. “That about covers it.” “You’re an idiot.” “Thanks, Ethan. Super helpful.” “No, seriously. What were you thinking? Mandy’s not one of your employees, Lucas. She doesn’t need a boss—she needs a partner, don't be a fool,"That word hit like a sucker punch partner. How had I missed that? Ethan sighed. “Look, man, I get it. You’re used to fixing problems, keeping things under control, making sure nothing spirals out of hand. But Mandy isn’t some situation to manage. She’s a person, Lucas. And instead of trying to understand her, you bulldozed right over her, same way you did to her three years ago,"I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Damn it. He w