Aurora exhaled sharply as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the endless pile of reports on her desk. She had been reading and analyzing documents since morning, and it was starting to drain her.
“Gosh… this is exhausting,” she muttered under her breath.
“Perhaps you should take a break, Master,” Red suggested through her earpiece.
Aurora massaged her forehead. “Yeah, I think so.” She closed her eyes and rested her head against the chair, letting out a tired sigh. “Any updates on Ethan Calloway?”
“Still nothing, Master. I’ve checked every CCTV feed in the city—even extended the search to the whole country. I also checked the airlines, but there’s no trace of him,” Red report
The soft glow of candlelight flickered between them, reflecting in Aurora’s wine glass as she swirled the deep red liquid.The view from their table was nothing short of breathtaking—the city of Paris stretched out below, lights shimmering like fallen stars. The Eiffel Tower’s grand structure surrounded them, casting an air of romance and intimacy.Aurora sighed, a small smile playing on her lips as she set her glass down. “I never thought I’d be here.”Lucian leaned back, his expression relaxed yet observant. “You make it sound like you don’t deserve a break.”She chuckled lightly. “Maybe I don’t.”Lucian shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. &ldquo
Paris was alive—lovers strolling hand in hand, the soft hum of conversation blending with the city's rhythm.The scent of fresh bread from nearby bakeries lingered in the air, mixing with the faint melody of a street musician playing along the Seine.Aurora walked beside Lucian, their steps slow and unhurried as they made their way toward the Pont des Arts.The bridge glowed under the streetlights, its metal railings adorned with thousands of locks left behind by couples from all over the world. Some were new, their gold sheen untouched by time, while others were weathered, the names on them faded but still present, still there.She tilted her head, watching Lucian wi
“Do you like this?”Lucian held up a bracelet, the beads glinting under the market lights. The vendor had told him it could be customized with a name if the buyer wanted.But Aurora didn’t answer.Frowning, he picked up another one—similar but slightly more intricate, also handmade.“How about this?” he asked again.Still, nothing.Lucian turned, expecting to see her beside him, but the space where she had been standing was empty.His stomach twisted.“Aurora?” He called her name, scanning the crowded street.
The hotel room was quiet, but Aurora’s mind was anything but.She sat at the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets, her thoughts tangled and fraying at the edges.The dim glow from the bedside lamp cast long shadows against the walls, but all she could see was the alleyway, the men’s leering faces, and the way her heart had pounded with fear—until Lucian appeared.Until he fought for her.She had never seen him like that before.Cold. Deadly. Efficient.He had taken down three men as if it was nothing as if he had done it a thousand times before.And Ethan
Aurora lay beside Lucian, her eyes tracing the sharp lines and softened edges of his face as he slept. His breathing was slow and steady, his expression peaceful—so different from the man who had fought for her just hours ago. She memorized every detail, committing them to memory.There was no doubt now—she liked this man.Her husband.A man was full of secrets.A man she still couldn’t fully trust.She had thought she’d never open her heart again after what Ethan did to her. But Lucian was different. He had shattered her defenses without even trying, making her feel things she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the hotel room. Aurora stirred, her body instinctively seeking the warmth beside her. But the bed was empty.Lucian was already up.She blinked away the haze of sleep and sat up, stretching. Her eyes landed on him immediately—standing by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his body tense.Something was wrong.She slipped out of bed quietly, padding over to him. Lucian’s gaze flickered to her as she approached, but he didn’t say anything. His expression was unreadable.Then, his grip on the phone tightened.“Are you sure?”Aurora stilled, her heart picking up pace.Lucian listened for a few more seconds before muttering a sharp, “Understood,” and ending the call.“What is it?” she asked immediately.Lucian exhaled, rubbing his jaw. “It’s confirmed. Ethan really is in Paris.”Aurora’s eyes widened. She already knows about it because of Red, but she try to mask her reaction. “I knew it! It was really him last
The dimly lit room felt heavy with tension. Aurora could almost taste the scent of cigars and aged whiskey clinging to the air.The club’s private lounge was secluded—designed for deals made in whispers and sealed with blood.Across from her, lounging like a king on a velvet armchair, sat Ruel Gaviez—the son of the infamous Mafia leader, Rafael Gaviez. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he swirled a glass of brandy in his hand.His sharp eyes flickered between her and Lucian, amusement dancing in their dark depths.“So?” Ruel mused, taking a slow sip of his drink. “What can you possibly offer that’s greater than Ethan Calloway’s deal with us?”Aurora’s gaze darkened. “You met with Ethan Calloway.” Her voice was smooth, and controlled. “What was the deal?”Beside her, Lucian grabbed her arm. She turned, catching the warning in his eyes. But she didn’t waver. Instead, she stared at him with unwavering determination.Ruel raised a brow, the smirk never leaving his lips.“Straight to the
Lucian stormed out of the club’s private lounge with Aurora hot on his heels. The dimly lit hallway echoed with the sharp click of her heels as she chased after him, her frustration bubbling over.“Lucian, wait—”He spun around so fast she nearly collided with his chest. His eyes, usually so controlled, burned with an anger she rarely saw directed at her.“Do you know what you’re doing, Aurora?” His voice was low but sharp, cutting through the tension between them like a blade. “I thought you were going to listen to me!”Aurora squared her shoulders, refusing to back down. “I do know what I’m doing.”Lucian let out a humorless chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, really? Because from where I’m standing, you just promised Ruel Gaviez—the son of a goddamn mafia boss—something you have no control over.” His jaw tightened. “Do you even understand how dangerous that was?”Aurora took a step closer, her voice steady. “Lucian, trust me.”His expression darkened. “Trust you?”“Yes.
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