Novel-novel oleh Miracle Toun

Desi found Lucas in the garden, standing by the edge of the small pond. The golden light of the setting sun bathed the scene in warmth, but it did nothing to dispel the cold distance between them. His posture was tense, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and his gaze locked on the gently rippling water. He didn’t turn as she approached, though she knew he’d heard her.“Lucas,” she said, her voice firm but laced with emotion. “We need to talk.”Still, he didn’t look at her. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said, his tone flat, almost detached.Desi felt a flare of frustration. She had given him space, hoping he would come around, but this cold avoidance had stretched her patience to its limit. She crossed her arms, trying to steady her breathing. “You’ve been avoiding me for days. If I’ve done something wrong, just say it.”Lucas finally turned to face her, his expression unreadable. His sharp features were shadowed, his usual air of control more rigid than ever. “You haven’t done

The mansion had seen its fair share of visitors before, but today was different. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and Desi couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was unfolding.Desi stood at the balcony overlooking the grand foyer, her gaze fixed on the constant stream of men filing into Lucas’s study. Each one carried an air of urgency, their low murmurs barely audible over the clinking of glassware as staff hurried to serve refreshments.The usually serene Lucas mansion was alive with chaos. Whispers of deals, alliances, and threats floated in the air, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. Desi wandered the corridors, trying to make sense of the sudden influx of activity.Her steps faltered as she approached the main sitting room. Inside, a man in his fifties, stocky and exuding power, lounged on one of the leather couches. Beside him sat a young woman, no more than twenty-four, dressed in designer clothes that clung to her like a second skin. Her perfec

Damian hesitated when he entered his office, choosing his words carefully. “The men are restless.”Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Restless?”“They’re talking,” Damian continued. “About the changes. About Desi.”Lucas’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.“They’re worried, Lucas,” Damian said. “They think you’ve lost focus. The men are concerned. They think you’re distracted.”Lucas’s gaze hardened. “And what do you think?”“I think are trying to do right with everything. Plus you have a lot on your plate,” Damian said carefully. “Lily, Desi, the Dario Matteo situation—it’s a lot for anyone. But are these changes necessary? I mean, I understand why you’re doing it, but if it’s causing tension”Lucas leaned back in his chair, his expression hardening. “They’re just upset because they don’t like change. They’re comfortable with the way things were before I changed it.”Lucas took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Damian’s. “If anyone doubts my leadership, they can say it to my fac

Desi sat with a few of Lucas’s men in the lounge, their laughter and banter filled the air. They shared amusing stories about Lucas, each one more exaggerated than the last.“Did you know he once chased off an entire rival crew with nothing but a glare?” one of them said, grinning. Desi chuckled, imagining Lucas’s signature intimidating stare. He could be scary when he wanted to.“I’ve seen him carry heavy stuff like they were nothing,” another chimed in, flexing his arms dramatically. Desi shook her head, her smile widening as the stories grew more outlandish.She felt surprisingly at ease among them, their teasing drawing her in. For a moment, it was easy to forget her past.One of the men leaned closer, lowering his voice. “So, what’s it like working for the boss? Is he as scary as he seems?” he asked with a playful smirk.Desi raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider the question. “Depends on the day,” she replied, eliciting a round of laughter.“Yeah, but he’s got a soft spot, d

Desi stared at Lucas, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of her glass. Her eyes haunted by the mistakes of her past, glistering with tears.“That’s how I became a murderer,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “My relationship with my mother has never been the same. I killed my sister.”Lucas stared at her. He had been quiet throughout her entire story, but now he could breathe. He was wrong about her and that made him happy.He leaned forward, taking her hands in his. “Desi, you didn’t kill her,” he said softly. “Your father did.”Desi shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “No, Lucas. If I hadn’t trusted him, if I hadn’t believed his lies, Anna would still be alive. I handed her to him on a silver platter.”Lucas exhaled, his gaze piercing. “You were a teenager, Desi. You were manipulated by a man who knew how to prey on your vulnerabilities. That’s not the same as pulling the trigger.”She closed her eyes, her mind replaying that fateful day. “It doesn’t matter,” she m

The door to the waiting room opened slowly, The officer entered, his face somber. Desi and her mother rose to their feet immediately, every muscle in their bodies tense with dread, their hearts pounding.“Mrs. Jones, Desi,” he began, his voice calm but tinged with sadness. “We’ve found Anna. You need to come to the station now.”Desi exchanged a terrified glance with her mother. Desi’s legs felt like lead as she forced herself to move. Her mother clutched her hand tightly, as if letting go would send her spiraling into the abyss. Neither of them spoke as they followed the officer to the car, their minds racing with terrible possibilities.The ride to the station was silent, except for the shallow, ragged breaths of her mother. Desi stared out the window, her mind racing with terrible scenarios. She wanted to ask questions, but her throat was too dry to form words.“Please, don't let anything happen to my sister. Please. I would never be able to forgive herself.” She prayed to whatever