LOGINAmelia. You know, if someone told me I would sit in a car with someone who just murdered three men before my eyes I would never accept. But here I was, in a place I felt more comfortable than I ever planned to. Lucien rubbed soothing circles across my back, helping me to steady my breathing. Honestly, I didn't feel that bad like I thought I would and I never hate him more. I was supposed to run or do something but I did the complete opposite. ''You're fine.'' He continued rubbing my back softly. ''Lucien.'' I called out in a whisper raising my eyes to fully face him, my weight pressing on him. I ignored the throb I felt between my legs so hard. He didn't say a word, just raised his brows in response and I took that as a go-ahead. ''How many people have you killed?'' I didn't know why I asked but I felt like even though whatever we had was just for a short period of time, I needed to know. He was quiet for a while before his lips parted. ''Quite a number.'' He looked at me tend
Lucien. She probably thought I was going to a meeting somewhere, little did she know what was awaiting her. I watched her silently from the corner of my eyes but she didn't seem bothered. I had been driving for what felt like an hour. Past houses and now there was not a single one in sight, just empty streets and tall hills. ''Where are we headed to?'' She sat upright now, facing me. ''To my world.'' I replied, my eyes still straight ahead on the road. * We arrived at the warehouse far at the end of the city after what seemed like an eternity. She looked lost and maybe confused because she sat still in the car looking around. ''You're safe with me.'' I assured when I realized she was sceptical about following me or not. ''And how do I believe that?'' She raised her brows, arms folded across her chest. ''How do I trust you when I am here as a result of a debt I didn't owe.'' Those words, they cut through my heart like a blade. I had never felt anything as close as the words s
Lucien. ''How did you find me?'' Amelia asked when we almost reached the office. She had been distracted since the ride, staring out the window as if she was lost in thoughts. I raised a brow. What did she mean by where did I find her? ''I mean..'' she gestured with her hands. ''When I called yesterday, where did you find me?'' At home obviously. ''Are you still drunk?'' I asked genuinely and she looked at me like she would rip my head off. I almost laughed, almost, at her expression. I had forgotten the last time I laughed but a chuckle escaped me. That was unplanned. ''Are you mocking me?'' She feigned hurt and I could feel it. Í cleared my throat, acting serious. ''At home. In the room we share, sleeping peacefully.'' I said, giving her the details she clearly wanted. She looked shocked, then went silent afterwards. ''Are you okay?'' I asked after the silence stretched for a while. ''Hmmph.'' She hummed in response. We arrived at the office a few minutes later and I
Amelia. What was this I was feeling? The incessant pounding of my head. I winced in pain as I tried to sit upright but fell back on the bed. I groaned in pain, gripping my hair, hoping it might ease the throb but it did not. ''Lie back down.'' I heard Lucien before I even caught a glimpse of his shadow. He strode towards me with what looked like a bottle of something in his hands, dressed perfectly for work. Tailored suit, crisp white shirt, tie perfectly in place, sleeves rolled, revealing veiny arms. I swallowed a lump as he took a seat beside me, the bed dipping faintly. ''Drink this up, you'll feel better.'' He helped my head up a little, placing the bottle on my lips until I gulped down every content. ''You'll be as good as new in no time.'' Why was he suddenly speaking to me nicely? Not like he ever spoke rudely, but.... this felt different. It sounded as though we were normal couples. He walked away, his back facing me as he fixed his outfit in the floor to ceiling mir
Lucien.I was in a meeting when Amelia's call came in. Without thinking, I picked and the call connected. Her voice came in almost immediately, scared, frantic.And she called my name, ''Lucien.'' Warmth spread its way across my chest.If there was something I loved, then it was the sound of my name on her tongue. But this one sounded different, it was desperate. I stood up without hesitating, the chair making a screeching sound while I was on my feet now.''Amelia.'' There was no response.''Are you okay?'' And the line went dead.Everyone in the boardroom looked at me, clearly surprised. I never picked calls during meeting, regardless of who it was. And hell no, I didn't know why I picked this call honestly.A part of me knew deep down but decided not to name it.The other end of the call was silent and I brought the device to my face. The call had disconnected. I called again. Once. Twice.''This number is unavailable, please leave a voicemail after this.'' This stupid damned voic
Amelia.The next time I woke up, the entire room was dark. I was laying on something soft, the familiar scent of Lucien's cologne hitting me, someone's hands resting softly resting on my abdomen.Lucien.I looked around to make sure I was not hallucinating. I was safe and sound, perfectly placed in bed and Lucien was beside me. I moved closer to make sure he was the one and I could see his tattooed neck through the faint gleam of light and I sighed in relief.That was enough for now. My head throbbed so hard, the feeling of fear still gnawing somewhere deep inside me. I needed something, I needed to do something, feel something else.I was tired of being nothing but a burden. Being this weak and always needing help. I was stronger than this. I faced my parent's death, faced maltreatment my whole life, faced working multiple jobs just to eat.Being kidnapped was nothing. Being trapped in a room was nothing. I needed to get this fear out of me. Slowly, I peeled the sheets off my body, q
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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