The ride to the hospital felt endless, even though Lucian drove like a man on a mission. The silence inside the car was heavy—thick with unspoken fear and the pounding rhythm of Aurora’s heart. Her fingers twisted in her lap, her nails digging into her palms as she stared out the window without really seeing anything.Lucian reached over, his warm hand covering hers. “He’s going to be okay,” he said quietly, his voice steady, but she heard the worry there too.Aurora didn’t answer—couldn’t. She just nodded and held on tighter.When they arrived at the hospital, the harsh scent of antiseptic hit her immediately, and the fluorescent lights overhead felt cold and unforgiving. The waiting room was full of muted voices and the occasional beep of medical equipment, but all Aurora saw was her mother.Carmela sat in one of the plastic chairs, her face pale and drawn, hands trembling in her lap. When she saw Aurora, she stood up and rushed into her arms, the force of her fear and sorrow hitt
Aurora stood outside the hospital, the cool evening air brushing against her skin as she tried to calm the storm raging inside her. Lucian stood close by, his presence steady and reassuring, but even his warmth couldn’t chase away the growing sense of dread.“I need to go to Lancaster Corporation,” she said, her voice firm despite the fear gnawing at her.Lucian’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure that’s a good idea right now? You’ve been through a lot—maybe you should take a breath first.”“I don’t have time for that,” she answered, already pulling out her phone. “If what Mom said is true—if there’s sabotage—I can’t just sit back and wait. I need to know what’s going on.”Lucian studied her for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll drive you.”The ride to Lancaster Corporation’s headquarters was tense and quiet. Aurora’s mind spun with possibilities, each one darker than the last. She hadn’t been involved in the company’s affairs for a long time—her father had taken over completely after she lef
Aurora felt a wave of relief knowing her father was awake, but the heaviness in her chest made everything around her seem bleak and lifeless. The sound of her heels clicked sharply against the cold, sterile hospital floor as she and Lucian rushed toward the ICU. Her heart pounded harder with every step.Outside the glass doors, her mother, Carmela, stood waiting. Her face was pale and streaked with tears, and the moment she saw Aurora, she broke into fresh sobs, clutching her daughter’s hands tightly.“Mom, what happened?” Aurora asked, her voice trembling.Carmela wiped at her eyes, trying to calm herself enough to speak. “He’s stable for now,” she said shakily. “But the doctor said he needs rest… he insisted on seeing you, though. He’s been asking for you since he woke up.”Aurora felt her knees weaken — a mixture of fear and hope tangling inside her. Lucian’s warm hand pressed against the small of her back, grounding her. She nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself.“I’ll se
The world had shattered.Aurora stood in the middle of the chaos, feeling like everything around her moved in slow motion. The sounds — the hushed voices, the quiet sobs, the footsteps echoing down the hospital hallway — felt distant, as though they belonged to some other reality.A reality where her father still existed.But that world was gone now.She hadn’t cried at first. Even when the doctor announced the time of death. Even when her mother broke down beside her, clutching her arms and wailing in disbelief. Aurora had just stood there, frozen, as if the grief was too big for her body to contain.It wasn’t until she felt Lucian’s arms wrap around her — steady, warm — that the numbness cracked and the pain flooded in.And it was unbearable.The next day, the weight of it all became too much. Her mother collapsed. The doctors called it shock and exhaustion, but Aurora knew the truth: it was grief. A grief so heavy it threatened to crush them both.She stayed by her mother’s side as
The house felt heavier now.Even with the constant flow of visitors coming and going, the Lancaster mansion had taken on a suffocating stillness — a quiet that wrapped around its grand halls like a shroud. Aurora wandered through it, numb and distant, like she was floating through a dream she couldn’t wake up from.But reality pressed in with every step.Today was the last day of the wake, and tomorrow… tomorrow, they would bury her father.The thought made her chest tighten, but she forced herself to keep moving. There was still so much she didn’t know — so much she needed to know — and she couldn’t keep ignoring the unease coiling inside her.She found her mother in the sitting room, the firelight casting long shadows across Carmela’s delicate face. She looked smaller than usual, fragile in a way Aurora wasn’t used to seeing. The loss had aged her, draining the color from her skin and the life from her eyes.For a long time, they sat in silence. Just two women trying to hold themse
The Blackwood mansion loomed ahead — a cold, imposing estate that matched its master’s reputation perfectly. The wrought-iron gates had barely creaked shut behind Lucian when the weight of the place settled on him, heavy and suffocating.He stepped inside, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floors, the sound echoing through the cavernous hallway. The house was silent, but not the comforting kind — it was the hush of secrets, the kind that made the air thick with tension.He found Don Ramon in the study, seated behind an ornate mahogany desk. The scent of cigar smoke clung to the air, making the room feel even smaller.“Lucian.” Don Ramon’s voice broke the stillness — smooth, calm, but with that ever-present edge. A quiet authority that made people listen, whether they wanted to or not. He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “You finally decided to come home.”Lucian closed the door behind him, taking a steadying breath before facing the man he both respected and feare
After the storm of grief, accusations, and unanswered questions, the silence should have been comforting — but it wasn’t. It felt fragile, like the calm before another inevitable wave.Aurora sat at the dining table, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass as she watched Lucian bring in the last of the dishes. It was a simple meal — roasted chicken, fresh salad, and warm bread — but the air between them was anything but simple.Lucian set the plate down and glanced at her, his face softening just a little. “You haven’t been eating much,” he said, his voice gentle but laced with concern. “You need to take care of yourself, Aurora.”“I know,” she murmured, forcing a small smile. “Thank you for this. I… I needed it.”They sat down, and for a while, the clink of silverware against plates was the only sound in the room. The tension slowly started to ease — not gone, but quieter.After a few minutes, Lucian broke the silence. “Have you heard from your mother? Did she make it to the U.S. ok
Aurora stood by the massive windows of her father’s office — no, her office now — watching the city stretch out beneath her in a web of light and movement.The title of Chairman of Lancaster Corporation still felt foreign, like a coat she hadn’t quite grown into yet. The office was filled with the scent of leather and the faintest trace of her father’s cologne, and the weight of his legacy pressed down on her.She crossed her arms, her fingers tapping restlessly against her sleeve. The silence felt heavy, filled only with the ticking of the clock and the hum of her thoughts. But it wasn’t the company or the pressure of her new role that occupied her mind — it was Lucian.His reaction this morning… the flash of fear disguised as anger, the way his voice broke with desperation — it unsettled her. Lucian rarely lost control. He was always so composed, so calculated. But the mere mention of Don Ramon had cracked that façade.Why?Before she could spiral further into those questions, the s
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