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In the dark corner of the library, seeing Lucas’s smiling face and the cold gaze of the camera lens, I felt as if the ground wasn't just slipping from beneath my feet—I was entering a living grave.As Mr. Daniels’ sweaty hands tried to tear the silk strap of my dress from my shoulder, I wasn't looking at Daniels; I was staring into Lucas’s grey eyes. There was no mercy in them, only a demonic stillness.​"Lucas! Save me! Please!" I screamed. My voice bounced off the library bookshelves and echoed back to me.​Lucas adjusted the focus on his camera lens. He said in a low voice, "Scream a little more, Sophia. The more helpless you look, the more certain Daniels’ downfall will be."​Daniels gave a repulsive laugh and began to rub his face against my neck. My skin crawled with disgust. Just then, when Daniels thought he had won, Lucas turned off the camera. In an instant, the calm in his eyes vanished, replaced by a hellish rage. He lunged forward with the agility of a panther, grabbed D

As the brilliant chandeliers of the royal Quebec palace glittered like thousands of diamonds in the vast ballroom, I felt as if I were heading to a slaughterhouse to offer myself as a sacrifice.Standing before the mirror, I shuddered at my own reflection. For tonight, Lucas had chosen a deep navy blue silk slit dress—the fabric was so thin that every heartbeat and ragged breath was clearly visible from the outside.The back was entirely exposed, and the expert cut below the waist revealed the dark bruises on my upper thighs with every step—marks Lucas himself had pressed into my skin the night before.​"Beauties shouldn't cry, Sophia, especially when they are going out to hunt," Lucas’s ice-cold voice echoed behind me.​He approached me with slow, deliberate steps. Dressed in a black tuxedo with his hair in a perfect, professional style—from a distance, there was no way to tell that this man could shatter a helpless girl’s world in a single night.He placed his hand on my bare should

The nightgown fell from my shoulders, pooling like a heap of silk on the floor. The reddish glow from the fireplace played strange tricks with the shadows on my bare skin. Lucas watched me—there was no forgiveness in his eyes, no mercy; only a primal hunger and the intoxication of conquest. The truth of my father’s murder whispered in my ear like a venomous snake, and Lucas was the ruthless sorcerer standing with his heel firmly on that snake’s head.​He swept me up from the dining table. The sheer strength in his arms reminded me of how insignificant I was before him. He laid me down on the vast, plush carpet of the living room. The heat of the fire scorched my back on one side, while Lucas’s ice-cold gaze froze my heart on the other.​"Lucas... that name... tell me," I panted. Every breath felt like a scream of agony.​Lucas leaned over me. He pressed his knee between my thighs, pinning me against the carpet.He bunched my hair in his fist and pulled my head back. "Truth comes at

​The towel clings to my damp body, and the frantic thumping of my heart is visible even through the fabric. Lucas stands inches away, his scorching breath crashing against my forehead.His grey eyes are burning like embers—a fire that doesn't just want to sear me, but intends to turn me to ash and merge me into himself.​"Are you afraid, Sophia?" His voice is barely a whisper, sharp as a lethal blade.​He uses one hand to brush my wet hair aside, resting his palm against my neck.His fingertips are ice-cold, but the moment they touch my skin, a jolt of electricity surges through me. I close my eyes. My subconscious is screaming at me to run, yet my disobedient body seeks refuge in this man of stone and hard muscle.​"I... I am not afraid," I force the words out, though my throat is as dry as a desert.​Lucas gives a strange smile. With his other hand, he picks up the silk ribbon from the dressing table. "Not being afraid is foolish. Because in this palace, after the sun sets, only my

The limousine standing beyond the window glowed through the heart of the darkness like some primal beast. The gold pendant in my hand felt hot as fire. Every engraved design on the locket pricked my fingertips like poisonous thorns. This was the same locket I saw repeatedly in my nightmares, yet in reality, it wasn't supposed to exist. My brain screamed at me—'Run Sophia, lock the door!' But my body moved toward the window, drawn by an uncontrollable pull.​I knew Lucas Valentine was no ordinary client. He was a man who knew how to seize whatever he desired. He knew my address, he knew my nightmares, and he knew how to stoke the forbidden fire within me. I didn't hesitate for another second. Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today."​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large ap

Please, don't do this!"—my own voice crashed against my ears like a horrific scream. Everything around me was pitch black, as if I were sinking into a bottomless abyss."Mom, save me! He's destroying me!"​I was thrashing my limbs, but a pair of hands as hard as stone pinned my wrists above my head. At the touch of those hands, an ice-cold shiver ran down my spine."No, don't touch me! No, no—no!"​Suddenly, the piercing sound of an alarm snapped my eyes open. I was panting, my chest heaving rapidly like a blacksmith's bellows. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, rolling down to sting the corners of my eyes.​It took a few seconds to realize that I was safe in my bed in my small Quebec apartment. It was only a nightmare, the kind that has been stealing my afternoon naps and nightly peace lately. Ugh! These nightmares are no longer just dreams; they are like a dark shadow from my past that wants to consume me bit by bit.​I got out of bed. Looking through the window, I saw that