Chapter 1 ALINA’S POV

“Why are you doing this?” Pain coursed through my body as I desperately tried to crawl away from Seraphina.

She was supposed to be my sister. Sure, I was adopted, but she had always showered me with love. Yet now, her eyes were ablaze with hatred and disgust as she glared down at me.

“Are you really that daft, or do you genuinely not get it?” She sneered, her voice oozing with contempt as I looked up at her, my pain mingling with confusion.

I had always done what she wanted. I had let her take credit for my jewelry designs for years. So why was she turning on me now?

“Ple…ase, just tell me what I..I did wrong. I promise I’ll do better.” My words were a weak plea, cracking as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Ughhh!” Seraphina kicked my outstretched hand away as if it repulsed her. “This is what I can’t stand about you!” She spat, her nostrils flaring. “You act all sweet and innocent with that porcelain face and those big, doe-like grey eyes, making everyone fall for you.” Her fists clenched, her whole body shaking with rage. “I hate you so much!”

“Why?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. My head throbbed painfully from where one of her goons had slammed it against the cold, unforgiving wall of the abandoned warehouse.

“Why? Why?” She suddenly screamed, her voice raw with fury. “Because you stole my life!” She spat the words like venom.

“What?” I gasped, my breath hitching in a mix of pain and confusion.

“You stole eighteen years of my life!” She hissed. “I was stuck in an orphanage while you were living the life that was meant for me! I’m supposed to be engaged to Lucian, not you!” Bitterness coated her every word, hands balled into fists beside her.

My stomach twisted violently. What was she talking about? It wasn’t my fault she had gone missing as a child, and when Mom and Dad found her six years ago, they had treated her with nothing but love.

And Lucian? What did he have to do with any of this? I didn’t even like him.

“Lucian?” My brow furrowing in confusion. “You know I don't like him. If you wanted him, you should have just said so. I’m sure Mom and Dad would cancel our engagement and set you up with him—”

“Stop calling them Mom and Dad!” She yelled, cutting me off. Her eyes were ablaze with raw anger. “They’re my parents, not yours!” She was breathing heavily, her rage palpable, before she continued. “Besides, do you really think Mom didn’t try to break off your engagement? Lucian was as stubborn as a mule, he wouldn’t marry anyone but you!”

“But I don’t love him,” My voice was a whisper, desperation creeping into my voice as my heart raced. “It’s Adrian I love!” I searched her face, hoping, praying, that she would see that I never intended to take anything from her.

“Oh God, how dumb can you be?” She laughed maniacally, the sound sending chills down my spine. “Adrian doesn’t love you, you idiot, he loves me.”

Her words sliced through me like a knife, shattering my heart into a million pieces.

“That’s not true.” I protested, shaking my head vigorously, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my skull.

“Oh, but it is.” She smirked, her face twisted with cruel satisfaction. “All these years, he’s just been using you. You were just too stupid to see it.”

“No!” I cried out, my voice trembling.

“You should have listened to Lucian, you know.” Her designer heels clicked ominously against the cold concrete floor as she approached me. The sound echoed eerily in the empty warehouse. “He’s been trying to protect you from us, but all you did was humiliate, insult, and betray him.”

Suddenly, she grabbed my chin, her fingers digging into my skin as she forced me to look her in the eye.

“You don’t deserve him!” She spat, shoving my head aside with revulsion.

“You’re lying.” My voice was barely above a whisper. I didn’t want to believe her. I couldn’t believe her.

She scoffed, “Am I?” Tilting her head mockingly, she continued “What reason do I have to lie to you when you’re dying anyway

My heart raced like a drum in my chest as I searched her face for any hint of a lie. But there was nothing. The cold, hard truth stared back at me from her eyes. Every word she uttered was genuine.

But… why?

“You know that little friend of yours, Talia?” She continued, in a bored almost nonchalant tone, as if she were discussing the weather. “She figured out what we were up to, and well… we had to silence her.”

I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat as my eyes widened in pure horror. “What?!”

Talia was dead? My fiery, red-haired best friend?

“You pushed her away and neglected her,” Seraphina shook her head with mock pity. “And even in the end, she wasn’t lying. She was trying to save you.”

She let out a bitter laugh, as if the thought of Talia’s unwavering loyalty made her sick.

“You know what her last words to me were? Right before I plunged a knife into her chest?” A wicked smile spread across her lips. She didn’t wait for me to answer. “She begged me—not to hurt you.”

Seraphina’s voice turned sharp, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something that felt like resentment. “I really don’t get why these people stay loyal to you when all you’ve ever done is treat them like shit.”

I felt my entire body go numb.

“You… killed Talia?” I whispered, my heart clenching painfully in my chest.

Tears blurred my vision as the reality sank in. I had thought she left the country. She told me she was going to be with her parents since I wasn't going to listen to her. The last thing I had said to her was for her to stay away from me and my business. I had told her never to show her face to me again.

I had no idea she was dead.

How could I have been so stupid?

I had been so focused on giving my loyalty to those who didn’t deserve it, while pushing away the only people who truly cared for me.

As I struggled to process everything she was saying, Adrian walked in.

Seeing him sparked a flicker of hope in my chest, fragile yet burning with desperation.

“Adrian.” I called out, a small smile trying to break through the pain etched on my face. But what he did next shattered me completely.

Adrian didn’t even glance my way. He walked straight to Seraphina, pulled her to his chest by the waist and kissed her smack on the lips.

My breath hitched in my throat.

“No…”

“Is it done?” Seraphina asked, beaming up at him as if I didn’t exist, as if my whole world wasn’t crumbling around me.

How did I never notice that these two were having sex behind my back?

“Yes.”His response was smooth. “The moment he got the news that Alina was taken, the lovesick fool jumped into his car, speeding here like a maniac, completely unaware that the brakes of his car had been tampered with. It was a full-speed collision. He died instantly.”

He held up his phone, showing something to Seraphina.

Please let that not be Lucian? I hoped to God that it wasn't Lucian

“Ooooh, that must have hurt.” She said, peering at the screen before bursting into laughter. Then, as if suddenly remembering I was still there, she turned to me with a nonchalant shrug.

“Oh well. The last person on your side is dead.”

“That’s not true,” I whispered, feeling my last shred of hope splinter into nothing. “Lucian can’t be dead.” I shook my head in denial.

Lucian was a strong and stubborn man, he couldn't just die easily.

Seraphina turned the phone toward me, and my stomach dropped.

There on the screen was Lucian, his face bloodied and lifeless, as they zipped him into a body bag.

“No!” I screamed, overwhelmed with agony.

I had spent my whole life hating him, pushing him away, and yet… he died trying to save me.

He had done everything for me, even signing over his entire empire to prove his love. And what did I do?

I handed it over to Adrian.

Adrian, who now stood beside Seraphina, looking at me with cold, indifferent eyes. Like I was a stranger. Like he had never known me at all.

“Why are you doing this, Adrian?” I cried, my voice breaking. “I gave you everything!” Desperation clawed at my chest. “Why save me from drowning if you hated me this much?!” I screamed, summoning the last of my strength.

A cruel laugh escaped his lips, “You think I saved you? Lucian was the one who saved you that day, not me.”

My breath hitched.

“He was such a coward,” Adrian said with a smirk. “Didn’t even stick around for you to wake up, so I had to swoop in.”

I stared at him, feeling my world tilt as memories from that day, six years ago, flooded back.

Lucian.

It was Lucian who had pulled me out of the water when Seraphina and her friends thought it would be funny to push me into the pool, knowing fully well that I couldn’t swim.

I remembered catching a glimpse of a retreating back, but when I woke up, it was Adrian sitting by my bedside. I had always thought it was him all along.

But it had been Lucian.

A sob caught in my throat, my chest tightening.

“It was Lucian,” I whispered, my voice empty. “It’s always been Lucian.”

Memories crashed over me, memories I had been too blind and stubborn to acknowledge.

Whenever I found myself in trouble, Lucian was always there. Even when I pushed him away, yelled at him, and cursed him.

I had made a terrible mistake.

Lost in my swirling state of regret and despair, a sharp, acrid scent suddenly hit my nose.

Gasoline.

I looked up in alarm.

Adrian stood a few feet away, pouring gasoline onto the floor, the liquid pooling in thick, dark puddles around me.

My blood ran cold.

“No… please don’t.” I pleaded, trying to move, trying to stand, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I felt so weak. I was already losing blood from the stab wound in my stomach, my vision blurring at the edges.

“You’ve taken everything from me.” I said weakly, my voice barely a whisper as I turned to Seraphina. “Aren’t you satisfied?”

She met my gaze with a wicked grin.

“No.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“I’ll only be satisfied when you no longer exist in this world.” She said, flicking a lighter on.

The tiny flame danced in her hand, bright and hungry, merciless.

Then, without a moment’s hesitation, she tossed it in front of me.

Flames erupted instantly, roaring to life as they spread around me, eagerly licking at the gasoline-soaked floor.

I screamed as the fire reached my leg, searing my pale skin.

“Please, help me!” I cried out, my voice breaking as I struggled to breathe through the thick smoke that filled my lungs, scratching at my throat like a thousand fiery needles.

But they didn’t come to my aid.

Instead, they just laughed, cold, heartless, and completely indifferent.

As the flames wrapped around me, I watched them turn away, strolling out of the warehouse hand in hand, not even sparing me a backward glance.

I found myself praying to anything and everything I could think of.

I prayed for a miracle, even though deep down, I knew it was futile.

I wished, oh, how I wished I had made different choices.

I wished I had treated the people who truly cared for me with more kindness.

And as the darkness finally enveloped me, I wished upon the stars for a chance to go back and set things right.

Then—

Everything went dark.

Chapter 2 ALINA’S POV

My eyes shot open in sheer terror, and I let out a scream, tears streaming down my cheeks. The burning sensation on my skin was still there, and as I frantically tried to claw at my body, I realized, my hands were cuffed to the headboard of the bed I was lying on.

Panic surged through me as I blinked away the tears, my eyes darting around in confusion like a scared mouse, desperately trying to make sense of what was happening.

“What’s going on? Let me go!” I yelled, my voice trembling with fear as I struggled against the cold metal cuffs, my wrists already raw from my frantic attempts to break free.

I wasn’t dead.

I wasn’t in that burning warehouse.

I was alive. Cuffed, but alive.

“Adrian! Seraphina!” I called out, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.

Was this their doing? Another one of their sick games? Had they come up with new ways to torment me?

A deep, anger-laden voice sliced through the silence, sending chills down my spine.

“It’s bad enough that you tried to elope with your lover on the night of our engagement, but calling out for him? You really are testing my patience, doll.” Only one person ever calls me that.

A figure stepped out from the shadows, emerging into the dim light.

Lucian.

My breath caught in my throat. My heart raced in my chest.

He wasn’t dead.

He was here, alive.

Wait… I had been reborn.

“You… you’re alive.” I managed to choke out, tears of relief spilling down my face. “Please, uncuff me.” I pleaded, my voice thick with emotion.

All I wanted to do was to wrap my arms around him.

Lucian scoffed, his tone icy. “You think crying will make me uncuff you?” His cold hazel eyes were filled with nothing but resentment and anger.

And I couldn’t blame him.

I had humiliated him.

Memories of this night four years ago flooded back to me. I remembered it all too vividly. This was supposed to be our engagement ceremony, but I had listened to Seraphina’s venomous instigations and tried to run away with Adrian. Lucian had caught us before we could escape.

“Lucian, please.” I whispered, my tear-filled eyes locking onto his.

A flicker of surprise danced in his eyes. I understood why, I'd never actually called him by his name before. Not once. I always stuck to Mr. Blackwood, even though I knew how much he hated it. This was the first time I had ever uttered his name aloud.

But just as quickly as the shock appeared, it faded, replaced by his familiar cold indifference.

“You’d do anything just to be with your lover, wouldn’t you?” He scoffed. “Too bad I’m not falling for your tricks. You’ll stay cuffed to that bed until you realize that beside me is where you will always belong.”

“I won’t run away again, Lucian. I promise.” My voice was soft, laced with sincerity.

For a fleeting moment, his icy gaze softened, but he quickly masked it.

He turned to leave, but I couldn’t let him walk away like this.

I had been given another chance, a chance to make things right. And I refused to let history repeat itself.

“My wrists hurt.” I murmured, barely above a whisper, a pout forming on my lips.

Lucian froze mid-step. Slowly, he turned to face me. His eyes lingered on my pouted lips for just a moment before shifting to my pale wrists, now raw and reddened from my desperate struggles against the cuffs.

A flicker of pain crossed his face.

Then, without a moment's hesitation, he rushed to my side.

If there was one thing I remembered about Lucian, it was that no matter what I did to him in the past life, he could never stand to see me in pain.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his deep voice softer this time. He pulled a small key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs.

My eyes never left his face.

The moment my wrists were free, he stepped back, creating distance between us, aware of how much I had hated him being close to me in our past life.

But before he could retreat any further, I threw myself into his arms, wrapping him in a tight embrace, my face buried in his neck.

I held onto him as if my life depended on it.

Because this time, maybe it really did.

Lucian’s whole body tensed against mine, but honestly, I didn’t care. He was alive, that was all that mattered to me right now.

“I’m going to protect you this time. I’ll stay right by your side. I won’t go anywhere.” I whispered into his ear, my voice shaking with determination.

I knew he might think I was rambling or that the chloroform they used to knock me out earlier was still clouding my mind. But I meant every single word.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his hands gripping my shoulders as his piercing hazel eyes searched my face. For what, I couldn’t say. And truthfully, I didn’t care.

All I wanted to do was to love him better in this life.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, his voice low and filled with suspicion.

“I’m not letting you leave the mansion if this is your idea of another little stunt, doll.” His tone had a warning edge, but all I could do was smile.

He had always said I looked like a porcelain doll—with my flawless pale skin, big gray eyes, and delicate features. I used to hate that nickname, but now, hearing him say it made my heart swell.

His expression shifted, confusion mixed with something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. His gaze had been more intense since the moment I saw him, his presence heavier, more possessive. It felt like he was hiding something.

I pushed that thought aside and met his gaze with unwavering resolve.

“I don’t want to go anywhere, Lucian,” I said softly, my smile bright as I wrapped my arms around his neck again. “I want to stay right here with you.”

His entire body went stiff.

“Stop it. Just stop it!” He growled, roughly prying my arms from around him and taking a few steps back.

“Stop what?” I asked, confused, moving toward him again. “You want me by your side, don’t you?”

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but just enough to keep me still. His eyes burned into mine, dark and blazing with fury.

“You really expect me to believe that, out of nowhere, you suddenly want to be obedient?” He said, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone. “You’ve been pushing back against me, defying me since the very first moment we crossed paths. And now, just like that, you want to play nice?”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin, his grip firm and unyielding.

“Whatever game you’re playing, you’d better cut it out. Because I swear…if this is just another trick, I’ll kill that lover of yours and make sure those pretty legs of yours are broken so you can’t escape me ever again.”

Let him kill Adrian. Honestly, I didn’t care.

I was planning to take that bastard down myself soon enough.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was earning Lucian’s trust.

“I don’t care about Adri—” I began, but he interrupted me sharply.

“Don’t you dare say his name in front of me—”

Before he could finish his thought, I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss.

Chapter 3 ALINA’S POV

Before he could finish his thought, I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss.

As expected, his body tensed up for only a split second before melting into the kiss. His large hand, which had been resting around my throat, slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss.

He kissed me like his life depended on it. The kiss was raw and possessive, bursting with an intensity that sent shivers racing down my spine. I had to admit, it was the best kiss I’d ever had.

Not that I had much to compare it to.

This was my first kiss.

I know, I know—a twenty-four-year-old who had never been kissed before. It’s not that I didn’t want to, but for some reason, in my past life, Adrian never liked to touch me. I get why now, but looking back? I’m honestly relieved he never did.

Right now, I could feel the whole damn zoo in my stomach.

Honestly, I could kiss Lucian forever, but then I suddenly remember that I needed to breathe.

My hands pressed against his chest as I gently tried to push him away. But he wasn’t having it.

He caught both my wrists in one hand, pinning them against the wall above my head, while his other hand stayed at the back of my neck, keeping me in place.

If this keeps up, I’m going to pass out.

Thankfully, his lips finally left mine, trailing down to my neck, planting soft, butterfly-light kisses. A shiver ran through me as his mouth found my ear.

He gently bit my earlobe before whispering in his deep voice, “Next time, don’t forget to breathe through your nose.”

Heat flooded my face, turning my pale cheeks a bright shade of red. I buried my face against his chest, completely embarrassed.

Before I could say anything, a sudden commotion erupted from downstairs making us both turn our head to the door.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I wondered who could possibly be here at this hour?

Then it hit me.

Seraphina.

Of course, it had to be her. Who else would waltz in here like they owned the place at this ungodly hour?

I made a move to leave, but before I could take a single step, a strong hand pulled me back, pressing me against a hard chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lucian’s voice was icy, tinged with annoyance. A deep frown creased his forehead as he looked me over.

“Seraphina is here.” I tried to keep it vague, but I could tell he didn’t like that answer one bit.

“So?” His arms tightened around me, almost protectively.

He knew that Seraphina was bad news. Nothing good ever comes from her visits.

“I’ll just go, dismiss her and be right back.” My tone was reassuring, my fingers brushing softly against his cheek.

His eyes softened a bit, but I could still see that flicker of uncertainty and doubt lingering there.

“I’ll trust you this time, Doll.” His voice was soft and gentle but then it turned sharp and cold again. “But don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t dare to hurt you if you tried to pull a fast one on me.”

Damn, I have a lot of work to do if I want to win his trust.

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll send her away and come right back.” My voice was hasty as my eyes pleaded for his trust.

He scanned my face for a moment before finally nodding and loosening his grip on my waist. I pressed a quick kiss to his lips before heading downstairs.

As soon as I stepped into the foyer, my gaze landed on Seraphina. She was being blocked by Lucian’s most trusted assistant, who also happened to be his bodyguard, while she unleashed a stream of profanities at him, threatening to get him fired.

As if she had that kind of power.

“Ace, it’s fine.” I said, making my way toward them.

“But ma’am—” Ace began to protest, but one look from me was all it took for him to shut up and back down.

The moment Ace stepped aside, Seraphina threw herself at me.

“Oh my God, Ally! Are you okay? Did that bastard hurt you?”

My body tensed at her touch and even though it was all in my head, I could have sworn I smell gasoline on her. I couldn’t take her hands on me any longer, so I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from me, keeping her at arm's length, literally.

“I’m fine, Seraphina. As you can see, I’m not hurt.” I said flatly, trying hard not to roll my eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean, ‘What am I doing here?’” She retorted sharply, her voice dripping with offense. “I came to check on how my sister is doing. Is that a crime?”

Anyone listening might think she was the caring sibling looking out for me. But I knew better.

She wanted what was mine. Too bad she can't have him.

“Not at all,” I replied sweetly. “But showing up at a married couple’s house this late at night? People might mistake you for a mistress. Just looking out for you, sis.”

A few servants nearby snickered before quickly covering it with a cough and pretending to be busy.

Lucian and I were not married yet, but I knew throwing that in there would get on Seraphina’s nerves, and I was right.

Seraphina’s expression darkened. “You—”

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to explode and reveal her true colors. But she was too clever for that. Her gaze darted to the stairs behind me before she spoke again, her voice now sickeningly sweet.

“Sis,” She cooed, taking my hand. “I know you’re acting like this because you’re scared of Lucian. But I know the truth, you love Adrian. Right now, the man you love is in the hospital because Lucian had his men beat him up. And let’s not forget, you and Lucian aren’t even married yet. You are not even engaged because you didn’t show up for the ceremony…”

I snatched my hand away from here. I had had enough of her bullshit.

Before I even realized what I was doing, my hand moved on its own accord, delivering a sharp slap across her face.

The sound rang through the mansion, followed by the gasps of the servants watching.

I totally got why they were reacting the way they were. I had always been so timid around Seraphina. They had seen her put me down time and again, treating me like I was nothing. For them, this was just too much to believe.

Seraphina’s eyes were blazing with anger as she held her cheek in shock, “You slapped me!”

“Still doubting that it happened, huh?” I teased, tilting my head. “I could always do it again if that would refresh your memory.” I lifted my hand up.

She flinched, and God, words can not describe the satisfaction I felt in that moment.

“Honestly, you were beginning to get on my nerves.” I shrugged, crossing my arms. “What do I care if Adrian’s in the hospital? If he didn’t want to end up there, maybe he shouldn’t have tried to steal me from my fiancé.”

“But you—”

I raised my hand to cut her off. “I’m not done talking.”

She clenched her jaw, practically seething.

“Let me get this straight, you want me to go visit Adrian in the hospital, correct?”

“Yes.” Her response was quick, desperation creeping into her voice.

“And why on earth would I do that?” I laughed. “My incredibly hot fiancé is right here in this house. And I should go see that pathetic excuse for a man because?”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. I know she was trying to figure out what drugs I am on to make me act so defiant.

“But you hate Lucian!” She exclaimed after a moment, her face a mix of shock and frustration. “You called him the devil, said you’d rather die than be with him!”

She so badly wants to be Mrs. Blackwood, huh? Well too bad.

“First of all,” I said, raising a finger, “you will call him Mr. Blackwood. You’re not close enough to refer to him by his first name.”

Her nostrils flared in response, any more and she would begin to breathe fire.

“Secondly,” I continued, lifting another finger, “I might have said those things, but I was young and dumb. Now? I’ve learned a thing or two.” I shrugged casually.

Her eyes narrowed. “That was just yesterday.” She shot back, deadpan.

Potato potahto.

“If there’s nothing else, you can let yourself out. I need to get back to my fiancé.” My tone was sugary.

Seraphina’s face twisted in rage.

“The ceremony didn’t even happen.” She spat through clenched teeth.

“The ceremony is just a formality. I’m wearing his ring, am I not?” I raised my hand, playfully wiggling my fingers to flaunt the huge diamond sparkling on my finger.

Lucian really spared no expenses.

Jealousy flashed in her eyes, and boy was I basking in it.

“Ace.” I called out.

“Yes, madame?” Ace, who had been standing close by, responded instantly.

“Could you please take out the trash? It’s starting to mess with the mansion’s aesthetics.” My tone was bored and utterly uninterested.

Ace’s eyes went wide as saucers, and so did Seraphina’s as she tried to process what I had just said.

By the time her slow brain caught up that I was talking about her, it was already too late. Two guards had grabbed her arms, pulling her toward the exit.

Her screams echoed through the hall, but I wasn't phased.

“Good riddance.” I simply dusted off my hands and turned to head back upstairs.

But as soon as I looked up, I froze.

Because there, at the top of the stairs, watching everything unfold with a unreadable expression on his face was—

Lucian.

Chapter 4 ALINA’S POV

Lucian.

How long has he been standing there?

My countenance turned into a timid one, and no, I wasn’t being a white lotus, Lucian just had that kind of effect on me.

“Lucian,” I called out as I made my way up the stairs to meet him. “I was just about to head back to the room.” I took his hands, feeling a nervous energy humming under my skin for some reason.

His gaze darted to where Seraphina had just been dragged away, then back to me.

The message was clear. He had witnessed everything.

I really didn’t want him to ask me about what had just happened. How could I possibly explain why I had suddenly woken up and turned against the very person I had always followed around like a shadow, doing her bidding without a second thought?

“My hand hurts.” I said softly with a pout, lifting my bruised wrist to his eye level.

Lucian raised an eyebrow, disbelief flashing across his face, followed by a small scoff.

Sure, I had just slapped Seraphina with that same hand, but so what?

“Lucian.” I whined, still holding my hand up to him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the servants watching my little scene in shock. In the past, I wouldn’t have let Lucian come near me, not even with a ten-foot pole. But now? Now I was clinging to him.

“Ace.” Lucian’s voice was sharp.

“Boss.” Ace rushed to his side immediately.

“Get the doctor here now to run a full body check on her.” Lucian ordered, nodding toward me without even looking my way.

What? I didn’t want a doctor, I just wanted Lucian to fuss over me. Couldn’t he see that?

“I don’t want any doctor.” I said defiantly.

Lucian’s glare darkened, his expression turning dangerously intense.

Ace stood there awkwardly, clearly torn between following Lucian’s orders or listening to me.

“Alina.” Lucian’s voice dropped low, a warning. The way he said my name sent a chill of fear down my spine.

“It’s a little too late to make the doctor drive all the way here, don’t you think?” My voice trembled slightly.

Lucian was unpredictable. He had a temper, and in the past, everything I did was purposely to set him off. But now, I really didn’t want that to be the case again.

“That’s what he’s getting paid for,” he said, his tone flat. Without skipping a beat, he turned back to Ace. “Why are you still standing here?”

Before Ace could even move, I quickly wrapped my arms around Lucian’s waist. As I expected, he tensed up at my touch, but I didn’t mind. He was going to have to get used to me being close because I intended to do it a lot from now on.

“Do you really want a doctor’s hands all over me at this hour?” I looked up at him, resting my chin on his chest as I gauged his reaction.

Just as I expected, his jaw tightened, and raw possessiveness flickered in his hazel eyes.

“Well, if you’re okay with it, then I guess I am too.” I shrugged casually.

I knew I was treading dangerous waters at this point, but I was ready to take the risk.

Lucian grabbed my jaw tightly. “Don’t push me, Doll.” His warning was clear.

In the past, I had been terrified of him. But somehow, my desire to break free from his clutches had always outweighed my fear, driving me to challenge him time and again, regardless of the consequences. Now, as I looked into his cold, hazel eyes that seemed to have darkened considerably, I couldn’t help but wonder what had possessed me back then, because right now, I was absolutely terrified.

“M-My wrist j-just h-hurts.” My voice quivered, my lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears threatened to spill.

Sure, my wrist was a little sore, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I was making it sound. I had pale skin, and sometimes even the tiniest injuries looked worse than they really were. Right now, I was definitely playing that to my advantage.

Lucian's eyes softened but a breath of frustration and annoyance left his lips. “Have the doctor come tomorrow,” He finally ordered. “And make sure it’s a female doctor.” The last part of his statement was firm.

“Yes, boss.” Ace nodded stiffly.

“Maya.”

“Yes, Master Blackwood.” Maya materialized from the shadows, almost as if she had been waiting for his command all along.

In her mid-fifties, she was the head housekeeper and caretaker of the mansion, fiercely loyal to Lucian in every way imaginable.

“Bring a first-aid kit to the madame’s roo—”

“But my room is a disaster! Can’t I just stay in yours?” I interrupted, tugging gently at his shirt.

Lucian’s head whipped around to face me, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. Maya and Ace mirrored his reaction, their faces frozen in surprise.

Lucian scrutinized me, his eyes filled with suspicion. He was probably wondering what I was planning. After all, I was the reason we had separate rooms in the first place, and now, out of the blue, I wanted to sleep in his?

God, I had been really awful to him in the past. Honestly, I wouldn’t trust me either.

“My feet hurt.” I added, my voice barely above a whisper as I shifted awkwardly.

I hate how they stare at me like they have seen a ghost anytime I act nice towards Lucian.

Lucian’s gaze dropped to my bare, slightly reddened feet, sore from walking on the chilly floor.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he scooped me up into his arms, in a bridal carry. “Bring the first-aid kit to my room.” He instructed Maya.

A small, satisfied smile spread across my face.

“You can call it a night, Ace.” He added.

“But boss—” Ace began to protest, but one icy glare from Lucian was enough to silence him.

“Yes, boss.” He muttered, shooting me a quick warning glance before heading out.

What did I do?

I knew I hadn’t done anything to earn anyone’s trust in this mansion yet, but what did they think I was going to do to Lucian? Had they seen how massive he was compared to me?

I stood at 5’9”, while he towered at 6’4”, a literal giant next to me. If anything, he could easily crush me if he wanted to.

They should be worried about me, not him.

Lucian cradled me in his arms and made his way to his room. When we reached the grand double doors, he paused, studying my face as if he were waiting for me to object.

I wasn't going to though. Instead, I tightened my grip around his neck and nestled my head against his chest.

He pushed the doors open and carried me inside, but before I could take in the sheer size and splendor of his room, he headed straight for the bathroom.

I had never set foot in his space before, but the dark, mysterious aura that enveloped it could tell anyone even from a mile away that this was Lucian’s space.

The bathroom was a stunning mix of black, gray, and gold, the colors blending together perfectly. It suited him perfectly.

“Do you need help bathing?” Lucian’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

My heart leaped, and the answer left my lips before I could stop myself,“Yes.”

“I’ll have Maya send someone to help you and bring a change of clothes.”

Wait—what?

Before I could wrap my head around what he just said, he was already out the door.

Here I was thinking he would do it himself.

“I don’t need a servant to help me bathe.” I muttered under my breath in disappointment, shaking my head as I stepped into the shower.

When I came out, a servant was waiting with a towel and a set of sleepwear in her hands. “Thank you.” I said with a small smile, taking the towel from her. My gaze shifted to the sleepwear she held. “But I’m not wearing that.”

She hesitated, gripping the fabric tighter.

“Oh, wait,” I quickly added, picking out a pair of underwear from the pile. “Take the rest back.”

“Is there something specific you need, madame?” Her voice quivered, as if she feared she’d get in trouble for not picking something I liked.

“Relax…”

“Mia.” She filled in.

“Relax, Mia,” I reassured her. “I’ll just grab something from Lucian’s closet.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Do you need any help?”

“I’ve got this, Mia. You can retire for the night.”

“But Master Lucian said I can’t leave until you’re dressed.” She admitted, clearly afraid to disobey his orders.

I sighed in resignation, “Alright then.”

Stepping into Lucian’s closet, I couldn’t help but mutter to myself about the endless sea of black surrounding me.

“Does this guy own anything that isn’t black?” I grabbed one of his dress shirts and tossed it on before heading back out.

“All done.” I announced to Mia.

She placed a pair of light pink, fluffy indoor slippers in front of me. With a resigned sigh, I slipped them on and plopped down on the bed.

“Can you go to bed now?” I asked her.

“But your hair is still wet…”

“I can dry my hair myself, Mia. Seriously, it’s late, you need your sleep.” I told the tired-looking girl.

She hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. “Okay, madame.” Just as she turned to leave, she paused again. “But are you sure you don’t need—”

“Mia.” I interrupted, my voice a low warning.

“Sorry, madame!” She hurried out of the room before I could say anything more.

“Finally.”I exhaled deeply, standing up and surveying the room.

But just as I was about to do something, the door swung open again, and I groaned in frustration.

“I already told you, I can dry my hair myself, Mia—” I started, only to find Lucian stepping in with a first-aid kit.

“You clearly cannot.” He said flatly. “Your hair is still damp. Why did the servant leave without finishing her job?”

“I asked her to leave.” I quickly came to Mia’s defence.

Lucian’s eyes dropped to my outfit, and his expression darkened. “What are you wearing?”

“Your shirt.” I replied simply.

His brow raised. “I can see that. Did you run out of clothes?”

The question wasn’t rude, it was genuine curiosity. Honestly, I almost wanted to laugh at how clueless he was.

“No, I didn’t.” I walked closer to him.

“So why are you wearing my shirt?” He pressed again.

“Because it looks good on me.” I shot back, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice.

“It sure does.” He muttered so quietly that I almost missed it.

“Huh? What did—”

“Sit.” He interrupted me coldly, turning on the blow dryer and gently running his fingers through my hair.

“I can do it.” I murmured softly, even as I savored the sensation of his fingers in my hair.

“Your wrist is sore.” He pointed out in a flat tone.

Oh, that.

I didn't protest after that, just let him do his thing.

After drying my hair, he gently applied a soothing balm to my sore wrist. His touch was surprisingly soft, so much so that it took me by surprise. I never thought Lucian could be so tender. The fatigue from the day was already weighing heavily on me, and his warmth only made it feel more intense.

Lucian tucked me into bed and started to leave, but I reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Sleep here with me.” I murmured, feeling drowsy.

Without saying a word, he slid into bed next to me, keeping a good distance.

Not that it really mattered. I scooted closer, snuggling into him.

Just before sleep took over, I could have sworn I heard him whisper,

“I love you, Doll.”

The next morning, I woke up to find Lucian still peacefully asleep beside me.

Good. That would make sneaking out a lot easier.

I had to do this.

Carefully, I slipped out of bed and tiptoed toward the door. Once outside, I quietly closed the double doors behind me, silently thanking whoever designed this mansion for using quality materials,if those doors had creaked, sneaking out would have been a total disaster.

“That was easy.” I whispered to myself proudly.

But the moment I turned around, I froze.

A chilling voice sliced through the air.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

What the hell!

Chapter 5 ALINA’S POV.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

What the hell!

How is this even possible? It’s so early.

“Morning, Ace.” I greeted him sheepishly, feeling like I’d just been caught red-handed, doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing.

“Where are you off to, madame?” Ace asked, his voice cautious, his cold, suspicious eyes studying me closely.

He really was Lucian’s employee. Sometimes, his behavior reminded me so much of Lucian that you’d think they were brothers.

“Can you chill out?” I huffed. “I’m just heading to the kitchen.”

“Where’s Boss?” His gaze darted to the door behind me, as if he was trying to see through it.

“Shhh.” I shushed him, feeling annoyed. “Can you keep it down? He’s asleep.”

“Boss is asleep?” He sounded genuinely taken aback.

“That’s what I just said.” I gritted my teeth, my irritation flaring up.

His endless questions were really starting to get on my nerves.

“I’ll check for myself.” He tried to sidestep me and open the door, but I grabbed his suit, pulling him back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I shot him a glare.

“Just making sure the Boss is alive and kicking.”

What the hell?

“What do you think I’d do to him? Smother him to death with a pillow?” I asked, feeling offended.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.” His reply was icy.

Ouch.

I deserved that.

I couldn’t really blame Ace for not trusting me. I had done a lot of awful things to hurt Lucian in the past.

“Listen, madame.” His tone turned sharp. “I know Boss cares about you and would give his life for you in a heartbeat. But I don’t trust you… and I’m not buying this sudden nice-girl act you’re putting on. So move.”

His words stung, but I stepped aside, letting him push open the double doors.

His distrust hurt, but deep down, I was glad Lucian had someone looking out for him.

Ace stepped into the room and walked out a few minutes later, staring at me with a mix of shock, confusion, and suspicion.

“He’s asleep.” He pointed out.

Well, duh.

“I told you that.” My tone was flat as I tried my best not to snap at him.

“What did you do?” His voice dripped with accusation.

“Excuse me?” I frowned, feeling a bit lost.

“Boss has trouble sleeping,” Ace informed me in a guarded tone. “That’s why his moods and emotions are always all over the place. Even when he does manage to sleep, it’s only for about three hours at most.”

That was news to me.

“I didn’t know that.” My voice came out soft, tinged with guilt.

I understood how cranky I could get without enough sleep, it could ruin my entire day. But Lucian had to deal with this all the time. And all I had done in the past was make things tougher for him.

“Of course, you didn’t.” Ace scoffed.

My jaw clenched at his words.

“Okay, listen here, Ace.You don’t trust me, I get it. But I’m really trying my best here. The least you could do is meet me halfway.” I let out a sharp breath. “I’ll be in the kitchen making breakfast.”

Without waiting for his reply, I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving him behind.

I stepped into the massive, high-tech kitchen and started digging through the drawers and cabinets.

“Can I help you with something, madame?” Maya’s voice came from behind me, making me jump.

“Jesus Christ!” My hands flew to my chest as I gasped. “Stop doing that.” I chided her gently.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, madame. I just thought I could help with whatever you’re looking for.” She said, sounding genuinely apologetic.

“It’s fine,” I waved her off. “Where’s the pancake mix at?” I asked as I resumed my search.

“Right here, ma’am.” Maya opened a drawer right in front of me.

“Hmm.” I mused. “I thought I had checked there already?”

That’s what happens when there are tons of cabinets

“Thanks. And where are the pans and the cooking oil?”

“Madame, are you planning to have pancakes for breakfast? I can arrange that quickly.” Maya said, looking a bit puzzled by my actions.

“That won’t be necessary, Maya. I will be cooking for Lucian today. I informed her.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. The kitchen staff paused their tasks, and even the nearby servants stopped what they were doing as they regarded me in stunned silence.

“Are you sure about this, Madame? I can handle it myself if you’d rather not have the chefs prepare the meal.” Maya said, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and suspicion.

For one thing, they had no idea I could cook, after all, the last time I stepped into the kitchen, I had deliberately made a meal for Lucian using nuts, fully aware of his allergy. The dish tasted awful just as I wanted, and he nearly died from the allergic reaction.

I shuddered at the memory as another wave of guilt washed over me once again.

“I’m certain, Maya. You can watch me the entire time to make sure I won’t pull any tricks.” I reassured her.

“That’s not what I mea—”

“Come on, Maya, I know that’s what everyone here is thinking.” I cut her off, glancing at the guilty expressions on the faces of the nearby staff.

They don’t need to feel bad about thinking that way, though. I was a real pain in the ass back then, so it’s understandable.

Without saying another word, I got to work. Of course I was no stranger to the kitchen. In my previous life, I had secretly taken a culinary course amongst other things because I wanted to be the perfect wife for Adrian. I’m glad I did, because Lucian is going to be blown away.

The kitchen staff kept stealing glances at me, clearly astonished.

“Could you help me set the table?” I asked, not directing my question at anyone in particular. Almost immediately, three kitchen staff members rushed over to assist me in carrying the pancakes and other side dishes I had prepared to the dining area.

“You really don’t have to do that, Madame.” Maya said as I started cleaning up after myself.

“I can’t just leave my mess for someone else to deal with.” I smiled softly at her.

She looked at me in disbelief. “That’s what they’re paid for, Madame.”

“Could you check on something else, Maya? I feel a bit weird with you hovering around. You’ve already seen that I didn’t poison the food.” I told her.

“I… Madame…”

I had never seen Maya stutter before, she was always so confident and professional. I kept my expression neutral as I stared at her.

“I’ll just be in the tearoom if you need me.” She finally managed to say before walking away.

I stepped into the kitchen extension to put back the pans I had used when I suddenly heard a commotion.

“WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!”

Chapter 6 ALINA’S POV

“WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!”

It was Lucian, but who was he searching for? Then it hit me, he was looking for me. He must have woken up alone and thought I had fled again.

Shit.

A loud crash echoed through the house.

Oh boy.

I dashed out of the kitchen, following the sound, which was coming from the living room.

When I arrived, I gasped, how on earth had he managed to turn the entire place upside down in just a few minutes?

I glanced to the side, and my heart dropped. Lucian had Ace pinned against the wall, his hand gripping Ace’s neck tightly.

“You had one job!” He shouted right in Ace’s face.

“B…os…bos…” Ace struggled to get the words out.

I stood there, frozen in shock and fear, but I wasn’t alone. The staff around us were trembling like leaves in a storm. This was exactly why everyone called Lucian “the Devil.”

He looked absolutely terrifying at that very moment. I knew he would eventually strangle Ace if I didn’t intervene, so I did the only thing I could think of—

I screamed.

Almost instantly, Lucian’s head whipped around to face me, and he immediately released Ace. Ace crumpled to the floor, his face turning a deep shade of purple.

I dashed over to him barefoot, careful to avoid the jagged shards of glass scattered everywhere.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” My voice laced with panic as I knelt beside Ace, checking his neck. “Well don’t just stand there,call the doctor!” I shouted, though it was more of a general plea, and thankfully, Maya sprang into action, dialing the number.

“I’m fine, madame.” Ace reassured me, attempting to get up.

I reached out my hand to help him, but before I could, Lucian pulled me into a tight embrace, his grip almost suffocating.

“You’re here.” His voice was thick with disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

“Well, if you had just checked the kitchen or given Ace a chance to get words out, you would have known that,” I mumbled against his chest. “I can’t breathe.” I added, pushing gently against him.

He released me but kept me at arm’s length, his gaze scanning me as if to ensure I was really there.

“Why were you in the kitchen?” Lucian’s brows knitted together, his expression shifting from confusion to something colder.

Oh God, what now?

Before he could say anything else, I jumped in. “I was making breakfast for you.” I offered a small smile, but his eyes darted between my bare feet and my exposed thighs, darkening with an unreadable emotion.

Suddenly, Lucian turned and shot a fierce glare at the male bodyguards in the room. As if on cue, they all turned their backs to me.

Drama king.

I wore dresses shorter than this all the time, yet Lucian was acting like I was strutting around in my underwear.

“Why do you keep walking around without shoes?” His voice was tinged with irritation as he scooped me up from the ground, carrying me to the only couch that hadn’t been overturned. He crouched in front of me, his expression still stormy.

“I forgot.” I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish.

I had been too focused on sneaking out this morning to remember my fluffy indoor flip flops.

In a flash, Maya was passing them to Lucian, and before I could even say a word, he was sliding them onto my feet.

“If you keep forgetting to wear these, you’re going to catch a cold.” He grunted out, his tone a mix of concern and reprimand.

“Sorry.”I mumbled, my gaze dropping to my lap as I nervously fiddled with the hem of his shirt, the one I had borrowed to wear.

“You mentioned something about breakfast?” Lucian asked, gently lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger so I had no choice but to look him in the eye.

“Yeah, it’s all set on the table. Want to taste it?” My spirits lifted instantly at the thought of him tasting my cooking.

I jumped up, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the dining room, which, thankfully, had escaped the chaos in the living room.

“You made all this?” His voice held a hint of surprise.

“Of course.” I replied, nodding enthusiastically as I plopped down in a chair and patted the one next to me for him to join.

Lucian settled into his seat but then turned to one of the chefs hanging out in the corner for confirmation.

“Madame indeed prepared everything herself, even though we told her it was our responsibility.” The chef grumbled.

Oh, he really needed to get over it. It was just one meal, not a takeover of his job. He was acting like the world was ending.

Italians.

I quickly piled a couple of dishes onto Lucian’s plate, practically bouncing in my seat as I waited for him to take a bite.

But instead of digging in, he just stared at the food,looking skeptical.

My brows knitted together. Was he seeing something I wasn’t? Because from the expression on his face it seems as though the head of the devil was sitting on his plate.

“You don’t like it?” My heart sank at the thought.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that.” He replied quickly. He cut a piece of pancake, brought it to his mouth, then paused.

“Boss, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Ace chimed in from behind Lucian, sounding surprisingly recovered from his earlier ordeal.

I frowned in confusion, but then it hit me why Lucian was hesitating.

Oh.

Lucian was hesitating because the last time he tried my cooking, it sent him to the hospital. He was convinced I might have poisoned him….again.

Was I hurt? A little, yes, but was I mad at him? Not at all.

Without saying a word, I snatched the fork from his hand and popped the piece of pancake on it into my mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing.

“See?” I said, glancing between him and Ace.

Just to make my point crystal clear, I took a bite of everything on the table, even sipping from the juice and milk.

For good measure, I even swapped our plates. “It’s not poisoned. How about a bite now? I spent all morning whipping this up.” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

It would be such a shame if Lucian didn’t try any at all.

Without another word, he took a bite. His eyes widened a bit as the flavors exploded on his palate.

“It’s good, right?” I asked, my grin stretching wide like a Cheshire cat.

“It is.” He nodded, taking another bite. “You really made this?”

“I did!” I beamed. “Here, try this—and this—and this!” I exclaimed, piling more side dishes onto his plate.

Around us, the staff collectively let out a sigh of relief after a few minutes, glad that Lucian was still alive even after eating the food I made.

Dramatic bunch.

Breakfast went smoothly after that, with me mostly just watching Lucian enjoy his meal.

“Eat something.” He finally said, snapping me out of my staring fest.

“I am.” I replied.

His gaze flicked to my nearly untouched plate, then back to me with a blank expression.

I sighed and started eating, only to realize just how hungry I really was.

“Got any plans for today?” He asked, his eyes studying me closely.

“Not really.” I responded, and that’s the truth.

“Hmm.” It sounded like he didn’t believe me.

Before I could say anything else, because let’s face it, Lucian wasn’t exactly a chatty type, Mia suddenly rushed over, my ringing phone in her hands.

“Madame, your phone has been ringing nonstop.” She said, holding it out to me.

“Thanks, Mia.” I smiled as I took the phone.

I glanced at the screen, and a small smirk crept onto my lips when I saw who was calling.

“Took you long enough.” I muttered to myself.

Time to set my plan in motion.

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My eyes shot open in sheer terror, and I let out a scream, tears streaming down my cheeks. The burning sensation on my skin was still there, and as I frantically tried to claw at my body, I realized—my hands were cuffed to the headboard of the bed I was lying on.

Panic surged through me as I blinked away the tears, my eyes darting around in confusion like a scared mouse, desperately trying to make sense of what was happening.

“What’s going on? Let me go!” I yelled, my voice trembling with fear as I struggled against the cold metal cuffs, my wrists already raw from my frantic attempts to break free.

I wasn’t dead.

I wasn’t in that burning warehouse.

I was alive. Cuffed, but alive.

“Adrian! Seraphina!” I called out, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.

Was this their doing? Another one of their sick games? Had they come up with new ways to torment me?

A deep, anger-laden voice sliced through the silence, sending chills down my spine.

“It’s bad enough that you tried to elope with your lover on the night of our engagement, but calling out for him? You really are testing my patience, doll.” Only one person ever calls me that.

A figure stepped out from the shadows, emerging into the dim light.

Lucian.

My breath caught in my throat. My heart raced in my chest.

He wasn’t dead.

He was here, alive.

Wait… I had been reborn.

“You… you’re alive.” I managed to choke out, tears of relief spilling down my face. “Please, uncuff me.” I pleaded, my voice thick with emotion.

All I wanted to do was to wrap my arms around him.

Lucian scoffed, his tone icy. “You think crying will make me uncuff you?” His cold hazel eyes were filled with nothing but resentment and anger.

And I couldn’t blame him.

I had humiliated him.

Memories of this night four years ago flooded back to me. I remembered it all too vividly. This was supposed to be our engagement ceremony, but I had listened to Seraphina’s venomous instigations and tried to run away with Adrian. Lucian had caught us before we could escape.

“Lucian, please.” I whispered, my tear-filled eyes locking onto his.

A flicker of surprise danced in his eyes. I understood why—I'd never actually called him by his name before. Not once. I always stuck to Mr. Blackwood, even though I knew how much he hated it. This was the first time I had ever uttered his name aloud.

But just as quickly as the shock appeared, it faded, replaced by his familiar cold indifference.

“You’d do anything just to be with your lover, wouldn’t you?” He scoffed. “Too bad I’m not falling for your tricks. You’ll stay cuffed to that bed until you realize that beside me is where you will always belong.”

“I won’t run away again, Lucian. I promise.” My voice was soft, laced with sincerity.

For a fleeting moment, his icy gaze softened, but he quickly masked it.

He turned to leave, but I couldn’t let him walk away like this.

I had been given another chance, a chance to make things right. And I refused to let history repeat itself.

“My wrists hurt.” I murmured, barely above a whisper, a pout forming on my lips.

Lucian froze mid-step. Slowly, he turned to face me. His eyes lingered on my pouted lips for just a moment before shifting to my pale wrists, now raw and reddened from my desperate struggles against the cuffs.

A flicker of pain crossed his face.

Then, without a moment's hesitation, he rushed to my side.

If there was one thing I remembered about Lucian, it was that no matter what I did to him in the past life, he could never stand to see me in pain.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his deep voice softer this time. He pulled a small key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs.

My eyes never left his face.

The moment my wrists were free, he stepped back, creating distance between us, aware of how much I had hated him being close to me in our past life.

But before he could retreat any further, I threw myself into his arms, wrapping him in a tight embrace, my face buried in his neck.

I held onto him as if my life depended on it.

Because this time, maybe it really did.

Lucian’s whole body tensed against mine, but honestly, I didn’t care. He was alive, that was all that mattered to me right now.

“I’m going to protect you this time. I’ll stay right by your side. I won’t go anywhere.” I whispered into his ear, my voice shaking with determination.

I knew he might think I was rambling or that the chloroform they used to knock me out earlier was still clouding my mind. But I meant every single word.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his hands gripping my shoulders as his piercing hazel eyes searched my face. For what, I couldn’t say. And truthfully, I didn’t care.

All I wanted to do was to love him better in this life.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, his voice low and filled with suspicion.

“I’m not letting you leave the mansion if this is your idea of another little stunt, doll.” His tone had a warning edge, but all I could do was smile.

He had always said I looked like a porcelain doll—with my flawless pale skin, big gray eyes, and delicate features. I used to hate that nickname, but now, hearing him say it made my heart swell.

His expression shifted, confusion mixed with something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. His gaze had been more intense since the moment I saw him, his presence heavier, more possessive. It felt like he was hiding something.

I pushed that thought aside and met his gaze with unwavering resolve.

“I don’t want to go anywhere, Lucian,” I said softly, my smile bright as I wrapped my arms around his neck again. “I want to stay right here with you.”

His entire body went stiff.

“Stop it. Just stop it!” He growled, roughly prying my arms from around him and taking a few steps back.

“Stop what?” I asked, confused, moving toward him again. “You want me by your side, don’t you?”

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but just enough to keep me still. His eyes burned into mine, dark and blazing with fury.

“You really expect me to believe that, out of nowhere, you suddenly want to be obedient?” He said, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone. “You’ve been pushing back against me, defying me since the very first moment we crossed paths. And now, just like that, you want to play nice?”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin, his grip firm and unyielding.

“Whatever game you’re playing, you’d better cut it out. Because I swear…if this is just another trick, I’ll kill that lover of yours and make sure those pretty legs of yours are broken so you can’t escape me ever again.”

Let him kill Adrian. Honestly, I didn’t care.

I was planning to take that bastard down myself soon enough.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was earning Lucian’s trust.

“I don’t care about Adri—” I began, but he interrupted me sharply.

“Don’t you dare say his name in front of me—”

Before he could finish his thought, I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss.