로그인Amelia.I could not believe I was packing my bags right now to God knows where with Lucien. Iris sat on my bed, looking at me like I had grown two heads. ''Are you really leaving?'' Iris asked me with a serious expression. ''Yes. I'm his personal assistant.'' I said the words he had earlier said to me. It did not make sense though. Being his personal assistant had got nothing with going on a vacation with him. And he had given me an option.''Do you object?'' He clearly gave me an option and if I wanted out, I would not be forced. But my response was in the negative.I recalled shaking my head in the negative and breathed the words out. ''No.''I sat on the bed now, having packed the bags and zipped it one last time. I let out a sigh of relief. ''Phew. That was fast.''We should be leaving in about thirty minutes and I had not even taken my shower.''Do you trust him Amelia?'' Iris asked in that tone that always said 'we could find an excuse if you're not'. But even though I did n
Lucien.I never realized the pay check would lead to counting the time we had left.I watched her from my desk while she sat across, her brows pinched in utmost concentration. Every now and then she would sigh softly and scratch her nose absent-mindedly. That was one of the things I had noticed about her over the past weeks we had been living together.Whenever she was bothered by something, her fingers always found the surface of her nose. She always itched without realizing.And now she was doing the same. She finally looked up, her expression turning stern immediately. ''I wired twenty-five million dollars.'' She paused as if she was gradually taking something off her shoulders. ''How much more do I have left.''I was hundred percent sure she knew the amount left but wanted to still hear it from me. It felt like hearing the words from someone else made her take everything seriously.''Fifty-five million dollars.'' I breathed the words out. She breathed and then nodded her head so
Amelia.Lucien did not come home the whole weekend. He told me he would be out for dinner and since when does dinner for two whole days.My whole mood had turned sour throughout the days he was not home which was annoying at the same time because why was my mood like that. I kept feeling like crying and at the same time mentally smacking myself.Iris had noticed my moods and had stayed by my side throughout. She never budged, never questioned me why Lucien never came back and never asked why I was feeling however.She just stayed with me and that—that was something I appreciated more than anything.The silence, because that was the only thing I needed right now.And now, it was Monday morning and I had to resume work by 8am. A part of me dreaded the fact that he might be present while the other part didn't bother anymore.Images of him and Stephanie that I had imprinted in my head would not stop haunting me. And every time the thoughts came to my head, I would recall the night we got
Lucien.I arrived at the Russo Villa thirty minutes late. I planned it and did not feel even an ounce of regret. Antonio Russo had called me, told me where to be and a stipulated time, hanging up without waiting for my response and so I spent extra thirty minutes to make him understand that no man had that kind of authority over me.The tyres of my car crunched across the gravels as we pulled up to the Villa and came to a halt. The door was opened by my driver immediately and I stepped out with slow precision, like I did not have people waiting for me.My fingers slowly brushed the lapel of my jacket as I walked inside, a young woman leading the way. The inside was quieter than I expected as she led me through a long hallway with dimly lit candles.I had been here before. The night my ordeal with Stephanie started and now again. She stopped at a wide black door and glanced at me briefly before pushing it open with a nod.The door revealed the dining room and they were all seated, the
Amelia.I ran after Iris, leaving Lucien standing there...dumbfounded. Something was off in his expression but I could not tell. I did what was necessary first.''Iris.'' I ran after her but she was faster than I was.I sighed, stopping at the staircase to catch my breath. This girl would be the end of me and I knew that. I continued searching until I found her at the balcony. ''Are you okay? Why did you run off like that?'' I gasped for air when I finally saw her.She had her back facing me and did not reply.''Iris.'' I walked closer, still panting.She turned in one swift motion, facing me now, a wide smile plastered on her face. It looked...fake...like she was forcing it and then she spoke. ''Is he your husband?''I raised my brows, clearly confused. ''Yes.'' I released in one breath.She nodded before speaking again. ''I was caught a bit off guard and thus that’s why I ran off like that.'' She had an apologetic look on her face. ''I'm sorry.'' She apologized.''Would I seem like
Lucien. The meeting was over and I checked my phone again to see if she had replied but she did not. She said she would tell me the details later and I confirmed from the driver that she was home. I closed my laptop, her words from yesterday still in my head. ''Where did you find me?'' She had asked the same question twice in a different manner. ''Where did you find me when I called yesterday?'' The more I thought about it, the more the dots connected. It was not about being drunk, neither was it about being confused. She had asked with certainty. And something clicked. She was not in the room when she called, her voice sounded desperate and maybe...scared. She was terrified of something. I swirled the office chair slightly, my pen fiddling between my fingers as I thought long and hard. The moment we signed the contract, I knew she would not be safe. I had enemies, lots of them and they wanted me dead but then they got an easier target. But I would never let that happen. I
Amelia. The bookstore always smelled like old papers and something close to peace, or rather freedom. It was the one place that felt like mine even though it was not. The store was someone else's, the books, the shelves and the paycheck at the end of the week was barely enough to call my own.
Lucien. ''Hand me the gun,'' I commanded, my voice wrapped with steel and impatience. Dominic, my right hand man who stood beside me, pressed the cold metal into my palms without a word. I, Lucien Alexander Cross, was never one known to forgive
Lucien. I was in the middle of a phone call when she walked in. I did not look up and that was intentional. I wanted to know the type of person she was. Some would fidget, some would clear their throats, some would keep switching from one foot to another, their eyes darting around, searching. T
Amelia.I tried to gasp for air seeing my Auntie's body slumped to the floor completely.Yes she had abused me again, slapped me and called me all sorts of names but I had never seen Lucien behave like this. I knew he was dangerous, given the fact he accepted me in exchange for a debt but having bl





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