“You’ve been gone for a long time, Master. What happened to you?” Red’s cheerful voice filled the room.
Aurora sighed. Red was an AI, but she thought and spoke like a human—a design choice Aurora made years ago to have someone she could talk to, even if that someone wasn’t real.
“I’m fine, Red,” she replied evenly.
“Why did you come back? And how’s Ethan?”
Aurora sighed again, this time with a touch of annoyance. The last time she used Red was before she left the mansion, crying and telling the AI she was choosing Ethan. Thinking about it now made her cringe.
“Let’s not talk about him,” she dismissed quickly. “Show me the current state of Lancaster Enterprises.”“Right away, Master!” Red replied with a playful lilt, before her tone shifted to professional efficiency. “Displaying current figures now.”
The central monitor lit up, revealing a detailed array of graphs, spreadsheets, and data on the Lancaster empire. Aurora’s expression darkened as she scanned the information.
“Our revenue growth has slowed significantly,” Red reported. “Additionally, one of our key branches—the Westmoor division—was recently shut down due to internal misconduct.”
“What?” Aurora’s sharp voice cut through the room. “Does my father know about this?”
Red hesitated briefly, as if weighing her words. “Not yet. Your uncle, Mario, was implicated in an embezzlement scheme. The financial losses were substantial enough to warrant the immediate closure of the division.”
Aurora sank into her chair, stunned. “Uncle Mario?” she repeated softly, disbelief lacing her voice.
“Yes,” Red confirmed. “He was directly involved in siphoning funds. Legal action is underway, but the damage to the company’s reputation has been significant.”
Aurora stared at the monitor, her fingers tapping the desk anxiously. “How bad is it?”
Red expanded the report, highlighting plunging stock prices and negative headlines.
“If left unaddressed, projections indicate Lancaster Enterprises could face a significant downturn within the next quarter,” the AI added.
Aurora’s breath caught. The legacy her father had worked tirelessly to uphold was slipping through his fingers. If he learned about this now, his fury would be uncontainable.
She leaned forward, her voice commanding. “Red, outline strategies to stabilize the business.”
The screen shifted to display a list of potential actions, and Red’s voice resumed with calculated precision.
“Scenario one: Focus on damage control by publicly addressing the scandal and implementing a new transparency initiative. Scenario two: Diversify investments to offset the losses from the Westmoor division. Scenario three—”“Enough,” Aurora interrupted, rubbing her temples. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her shoulders. “Print all the relevant data, including these scenarios and the evidence against Uncle Mario.”
“Right away, Ms. Lancaster,” Red responded smoothly.
Aurora leaned back in her chair, exhaling a long sigh. As her thoughts swirled, a name surfaced—Lucian Blackwood.
Her pulse quickened. She had only a vague idea of who Lucian was and why her father had chosen him as her husband. But the more she thought about it, the more questions arose.
“Red,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with curiosity, “pull up everything we have on Lucian Blackwood.”
Red paused, almost hesitantly. “Searching now,” she replied.
Moments later, the central monitor filled with information: financial reports, photos, and media articles chronicling Lucian’s meteoric rise in the corporate world.
Aurora’s gaze locked on his image. He exuded power and confidence, his dark suit impeccably tailored, his expression unreadable. Beneath one photo, a headline read: Lucian Blackwood: The Relentless Tycoon. Another article detailed his acquisition of a rival company, highlighting his strategic brilliance and ruthless reputation.
“What’s his current status?” Aurora asked, her voice calm but tinged with unease.
“Lucian Blackwood’s company, Blackwood Enterprises, is thriving,” Red began. “He recently expanded into renewable energy and tech solutions, solidifying his position as one of the most influential figures in the market. His net worth has increased by 23% over the past year.”
Aurora’s brows knit together. She knew Lucian was successful, but these numbers were staggering. “And his relationship with the Lancaster family?”
“Lucian has had limited direct interaction with Lancaster Enterprises in recent years,” Red replied. “However, he did approach the family with a partnership proposal five years ago. His offer was declined.”
Aurora raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s... interesting.”
Her father had turned down Lucian’s proposal years ago, yet now he was marrying her off to him. Something didn’t quite add up.
“Do you want me to contact him?” Red asked, breaking the silence.
“No,” Aurora replied immediately, her tone firm. “Not yet.”
“Understood,” Red said as the monitors dimmed slightly, the system idling.
Aurora leaned back, her mind racing. Whatever her father’s motives, she needed to uncover the full story—and fast.
Aurora sat silently at the dinner table, her fork idly pushing food around her plate. Her thoughts were consumed by the shocking information she had learned earlier. The closure of one of their branches due to a scandal weighed heavily on her mind.“Aurora? Are you even listening to me?” Carmela asked, her voice cutting through Aurora's thoughts. She had been discussing the schedule for tomorrow, but Aurora had barely registered her words.Aurora blinked, startled. “Huh? What was it, Mom?”Carmela sighed, her worry evident. “I knew it,” she muttered before turning to Francisco. “Francisco, can’t we slow things down? Pushing for this wedding next month is too much for Aurora! She just came back to us.”Aurora's gaze shifted between her parents. She didn’t fully grasp what her mother was implying until her father’s sharp voice interjected.“She’s more than ready, Carmela,” Francisco said firmly. “The wedding cannot be delayed any longer. It has been postponed enough already.”Carmela op
Aurora walked through the grand halls of the Lancaster Mall, the luxury shopping complex owned by her family. Today, she had an appointment at the most prestigious bridal boutique in the city for her gown fitting. The boutique was famous for its exclusive designs, often catering to high-profile clients, and Aurora had no doubt she'd find something that suited her taste.She was alone. Her mother had been pulled into an important meeting, but that didn’t bother her. Aurora had always had a good eye for fashion—she didn’t need anyone’s approval to choose what looked best on her.A staff member with a polished smile approached her as she stepped inside."Good afternoon, Miss. Do you have a reservation?""Yes, I’m here for my fitting," Aurora replied."Of course! Please follow me."The woman led her into the boutique’s showroom, where rows of wedding gowns were elegantly displayed. Some were sleek and simple, while others sparkled with intricate beadwork and embroidery."All these designs
"Are you deaf? I said I want that gown!" Vanessa snapped, her voice sharp with entitlement.Catherine stepped forward, arms crossed. "Do you really want Mr. Calloway to hear about this?" she threatened, her tone dripping with arrogance.Nica stiffened. She knew she couldn’t afford to upset Vanessa. Ms. Stanfield had mentioned that a friend would be visiting the boutique today, and judging by Vanessa’s status, she had assumed it was her. Unlike Aurora, whom she didn’t recognize, Vanessa held influence."I-I'm sorry, Ms. Steele," Nica stammered. "I'll give you the gown."Aurora's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? You know I already chose it. Why are you giving it to her?"Nica swallowed hard. "I'm really sorry, Ms. Aurora, but we have many other beautiful gowns to choose from. Please reconsider."Aurora arched a brow. "No. I want this gown. I picked it first, so it should be mine. Why don’t you tell her to choose another one instead?"Catherine scoffed. "You! Are you really going to do
Vanessa stormed into Ethan’s office, slamming the door behind her. Her frustration was evident in the way she stomped across the room. She still couldn’t accept that Aurora had taken the gown she wanted—her gown. But what infuriated her even more was discovering that Aurora was somehow acquainted with Angela Stanfield.How the hell does a lowly secretary like her know someone like Angela?Ethan glanced up from the document he was reading. The moment Vanessa sank onto the couch, arms crossed and scowling, he knew something was wrong.“Babe? What’s wrong? How did the fitting go?” he asked.
Aurora sat at a table in the Dawson Hotel and Restaurant, waiting for Rebecca Dawson, her childhood friend. She hadn’t seen Rebecca since leaving their mansion, but Rebecca had promised to help with the food tasting for her wedding. Lucian was also supposed to come, but his attendance was uncertain due to a business meeting.The restaurant was a five-star establishment owned by Rebecca’s family. The chef was world-class, and the ambiance was tailored for the elite.“Gosh, you again?”Aurora turned at the sound of the voice, rolling her eyes when she saw it was Vanessa and Catherine. She glanced back at her table, trying to ignore them.Vanessa’s irritation grew as she approached Aurora’s table and sat across from her, flashing a tight, forced smile. “So, what are you doing here now, huh? Food tasting?”Aurora didn’t even look up. “It’s none of your business, Vanessa.”Vanessa’s eyes narrowed with disdain. “Oh, so now you’re acting all high and mighty? Can’t you see that Ethan doesn’t
“What the hell is happening here?!” Rebecca demanded in shock.She frowned as she saw Aurora being held by the guard. Without hesitation, she turned to him. “You! Let her go!”The guard immediately released Aurora but remained standing beside her, unsure of what to do next. Aurora straightened her posture and adjusted her clothes, her expression calm despite the commotion.Vanessa and Catherine exchanged glances before stepping forward.“Are you Ms. Dawson?” Vanessa asked with a polite smile. “I’m Vanessa Steele, fiancée of Ethan Calloway. I’m sorry, but this woman is causing trouble here.”Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Really?” She turned to Aurora.
Rebecca and Aurora sat in the VIP room of Dawson Restaurant. In front of them was a long table where waiters carefully placed the restaurant’s finest dishes.“Now, tell me everything, Aurora,” Rebecca said, leaning forward with interest. “It’s been, what? Five years?”Aurora sighed, nodding. “Yes. Five years… and now I’m back.”Rebecca chuckled. “Well, you shouldn’t have left in the first place.” She waved her hand dismissively before her expression turned serious. “Alright, enough stalling. Who was that woman back there?”Aurora shook her head before launching into her story. She told Rebecca everything—how she had left her family, how she had trusted Ethan, only to be betrayed in the worst possible way. The cheating, the lies, everything. She spoke as they waited for the food to be served.Rebecca slammed her hands on the table in frustration. “I knew it! I knew that man was a walking red flag! Ugh, this is so frustrating!”Aurora grinned. Rebecca had always seen through Ethan, even
The food tasting had finally come to an end. Aurora leaned back in her chair, feeling full but satisfied. The menu for the wedding was set, and everything had gone smoother than she expected.Rebecca, ever the perfectionist, had insisted on only the finest dishes. And to top it all off, she had asked the waiter to bring out the most expensive bottle of wine the restaurant had to offer.“To celebrate,” Rebecca had said with a smirk, raising her glass.Aurora had laughed but played along, clinking her glass with hers. Even Lucian, usually composed and unreadable, had taken a sip without complaint.“Alright,” Rebecca finally said, checking the time on her phone. “I have another meeting, so I have to go.” She turned to Aurora, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “But you, my dear best friend, are free for the evening. No plans, right?”Aurora narrowed her eyes. “What are you up to?”Rebecca shrugged innocently. “Nothing. Just making sure Lucian doesn’t have any excuses not to take you ou
Aurora barely had time to think as she rushed through the grand hallway, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Every second felt like an eternity, and every breath was filled with a sense of urgency. Loyd was out there, somewhere, trapped in the hands of a man she had thought was long dead.Lester Aldric.The name sent a shiver down her spine. She had spent the last few hours wrestling with the shock of it, but there was no time for hesitation now. If what Red had found was true, then Lester was alive, and he was the one behind her son’s kidnapping.She clutched her phone tightly in her hand as she stormed toward the front door. She was going to end this.But just as she reached the entrance, the heavy doors swung open, and Lucian stepped inside.Aurora’s breath hitched.Lucian was dressed in a sharp black suit, his tie loosened slightly as though he had rushed here. His golden eyes immediately locked onto her, dark with intensity. The moment he saw her standing there,
Aurora hadn’t slept for hours. The weight of the situation had turned her mind into a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them bringing any comfort. The room felt suffocating, the silence deafening. It was the kind of silence that screamed for answers—answers that she still didn’t have.She sat in front of her laptop, staring at the screen as Red’s interface blinked at her, its cheerful emoji face betraying the severity of the situation.“Find him, Red. Find Loyd,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from the strain of the past 24 hours.Her hands moved across the keys, the same commands over and over again. Every search, every trace led to a dead end. Loyd’s whereabouts were still a mystery. The police were still investigating, but they had no leads. No clues. The frustration gnawed at her like a beast trying to break free from its cage.Every second felt like an eternity. Every thought was a question. Where is my son?Her mind wandered to the last time she’d held him, kissed his forehead, t
Aurora sat in the living room, her hands gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The room was filled with police officers, their radios buzzing, their voices low but urgent as they coordinated the search for Loyd.But it wasn’t fast enough.Nothing was fast enough.Her baby was missing.Her heart pounded erratically in her chest, her breathing uneven.Loyd.Where was he? Was he scared? Was he crying for her?The thought made her stomach churn.She forced herself to stay strong. She couldn’t afford to fall apart—not now.Taking a shaky breath, she pressed the call button.Lucian picked up on the first ring.“Aurora,” he said, his voice sharp, controlled—but she could hear the underlying panic.“It’s Loyd,” she choked out.“I know.”There was silence for a brief moment. Then—“I’ll handle it.”Aurora clenched her jaw. “We need to tell the police—”“No.” Lucian’s voice was firm, cutting her off.She frowned. “Lucian, they can help—”“They won’t,” he bit out. “They’l
Lucian clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he paced his office.His plan had failed.Aurora knew everything now.He had wanted to protect her—to handle this mess before she ever found out. But now, the fragile trust they had rebuilt was at risk of shattering.Lucian slammed his fist against his desk, his chest heaving.Damn it.He never wanted to invest in CRS Holdings. Never wanted to be involved with Don Ramon again. But the old man had forced his hand. Blackmail.If Lucian hadn’t complied, Don Ramon would have unleashed something far worse.And now?Now, he was losing Aurora.A bitter taste filled his mouth as he grabbed his suit jacket. He couldn’t let this continue.He had made a mistake, but he could still fix it.He was going to see Don Ramon.And this time, he was cutting ties for good.—Don Ramon sat comfortably in his leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gray eyes gleamed with amusement as Lucian stormed into his office.“Well, well,” the older
Aurora’s heart pounded as she watched Red process her request. The AI’s animated face flickered for a few seconds before its voice chimed through her AirPods.“Scanning for data… Please wait, Master.”Her grip on the iPad tightened.She didn’t know what she was expecting. Maybe she wanted Red to tell her that this was all a mistake—that Don Ramon was still locked away where he belonged. That someone was playing a sick joke on her.But she knew better.The locket in the black box had been real. And Don Ramon wouldn’t send something like that unless he wanted her to know he was free.Minutes passed in tense silence. Aurora sat frozen at her desk, her mind racing.She had spent years trying to rebuild her life after everything he had done. She had buried the past. She had fought through her pain, through her anger, and finally, she had found peace.But now?Now, he was back.Red’s voice pulled her from her spiraling thoughts.“Search complete! Displaying results now.”Aurora’s screen fli
For days, Aurora had refused to speak to Lucian. She had seen his messages, the calls he left unanswered, but she ignored them all.It wasn’t that she had decided to cancel the wedding. No, she still wanted to marry him. But she needed time to think.The past still hurt.Because of Don Ramon, she lost her father. Because of him, their family had nearly lost everything.And worst of all, her mother had suffered the most. It had taken years for Carmela to even tolerate Lucian’s presence in their lives, and that was only because of her and Loyd.If Carmela found out that Lucian had kept Don Ramon’s release a secret?Aurora clenched her jaw. She would be devastated.She thought she had reached her limit. That nothing could make this worse.But then—a package arrived.A small black box, wrapped in a blood-red ribbon.At first, she thought it was a wedding gift. A well-wisher, perhaps. Or maybe even Lucian, trying to make amends for what he had done.But the moment she opened it, a wave of
Aurora clutched the glass of wine in her trembling hands, staring blankly at the city lights beyond Rebecca’s penthouse window. The night sky stretched endlessly before her, but all she could feel was the suffocating weight pressing against her chest.Tears streamed down her face, hot and relentless. She wiped them away furiously, but they kept falling.“I should’ve known,” she whispered, voice hoarse.Rebecca, sitting across from her on the couch, crossed her arms, her expression hard. “You’re damn right you should’ve.”Aurora flinched at the sharpness in her friend’s tone. Rebecca never sugarcoated anything, but tonight, she wasn’t just blunt—she was angry.“Do you realize what this means, Aurora?” Rebecca continued, leaning forward. “That man—Don Ramon Blackwood—he ruined your life. He manipulated Lucian. He almost destroyed everything. And now he’s just… out?” She scoffed, shaking her head. “And Lucian didn’t even tell you?”Aurora swallowed the lump in her throat. “He said he w
Aurora stormed into Blackwood Enterprises, her heels clicking against the marble floors with purpose.The moment she stepped inside, the receptionist and employees turned to look at her. Some murmured in hushed tones, but she ignored them.She was furious.Lucian had been keeping something this important from her.Her hands clenched at her sides as she took the elevator up to the executive floor. The doors opened, and she stepped out, heading straight for Lucian’s office.“Ma’am—” Lucian’s secretary, Janine, started, but Aurora had already pushed the door open.Lucian was standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a phone pressed to his ear. At the sound of the door slamming shut, he turned, his blue eyes narrowing slightly when he saw her.“I’ll call you back,” he muttered, ending the call.Aurora stood there, arms crossed, anger simmering beneath the surface. “How long?”Lucian sighed, already knowing what she meant. “Aurora—”“How long have you known?” she demanded, her voice shak
Aurora barely had a moment to breathe.Between wedding preparations and handling company affairs, her days had turned into a whirlwind. But for the first time, she didn’t feel pressured.This wedding was different.It wasn’t an obligation, a contract, or a forced responsibility. This time, it was hers. It was theirs.She had chosen this path with Lucian because she loved him, and every detail of the ceremony reflected that. From the floral arrangements to the venue selection, everything felt magical.But even as she juggled everything, there was still work to do. Today, she had an important media interview representing the company, ensuring investors and clients that the transition of leadership under her and Lucian remained stable.Aurora arrived at the studio dressed in a tailored beige suit, exuding confidence. She had done countless interviews before, so she thought she was prepared.She was wrong.The first half of the interview went smoothly. The questions were professional—abou