MasukShe moaned—soft, needy—fingers tugging my hair. I moved lower, kissing across her collarbone, down to her breasts. The lace was so thin I could feel her nipples hardening through it. I took one into my mouth, sucking gently through the fabric. She arched, whimpering, nails digging into my shoulder
LUCIEN’S POV I lay back against the headboard, hands folded behind my head, eyes closed. The sheets were cool against my bare skin, the room quiet except for the soft rustle of Adele moving around. We’d just put Andrea to bed—story read, kisses given, little arms hugging us both tight before his e
ROSE’S POV My stomach was doing flips so hard I thought I might actually throw up right there on the red carpet leading into the grand ballroom. The Valkar Group annual dinner was always a big deal—black ties, sparkling gowns, crystal chandeliers that probably cost more than most people’s houses—b
LUCIEN’S POV The blanket was spread out under the big oak tree, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves and dancing across Adele’s hair. She’d packed everything—sandwiches, fruit, little juice boxes for Andrea, even a tiny picnic basket with a checkered cloth. Her idea, of course. She sai
DAMIEN’S POV Rose’s lips were still on mine, soft and warm, tasting like the little mint she’d popped earlier. I couldn’t stop smiling against her mouth. The way she’d just tossed Scarlett out like yesterday’s trash? Pure gold. My girl was a force, and I was the luckiest bastard alive. I pulled
DAMIEN’S POV A week had passed since that nightmare in the forest bunker, and every single day felt like walking on thin ice. Rose was healing—physically, at least. But I knew the real damage was deeper. Nightmares still woke her up in the middle of the night, heart racing, body slick with swea
LUCIEN’S POV My boots pounded the stone floors like war drums, each step fueling the rage boiling inside me. The palace corridors blurred—servants scattering out of my way, their faces a mix of confusion and fear. I didn’t care. Adele’s words echoed in my head: ‘Your father's alive!’ My father.
LUCIEN’S POV Andrea wasn’t my son. He was my brother. My half-brother. From the man I’d hated my whole life. The man I’d killed. The man who was somehow still alive. The room felt like it was closing in, walls pressing closer, air turning stale. My hands shook at my sides, fists clenching
LUCIEN’S POV My ears rang. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped iron bands around my ribs and was slowly cranking them tighter. I didn’t even hear what Maximus said to the doctor. I just stood there, frozen, staring at that envelope like it was a live grenade with the pin half-pulled. My
Emilia looked up at me, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She adjusted her position on the couch, her blue dress shifting softly, the light from the windows catching the fabric like ripples on water. "Do you think they'll want to buy a place with wild animals?" she asked, her tone almost







