LOGIN“I’m thinking of liquidating everything. The empire. The company, the shares... all of it,” Lucas muttered.
Alex blinked, the sandwich nearly falling from his hand.
“Boss!” he cried out, eyes wide with alarm. He reached out and grabbed Lucas’s hand, a wave of genuine panic washing over him.
“Is this... is this like a dying wish? Are you okay? Please don't give up on life yet.”
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"Where’s Amal?" Lucas asked, his voice sounding thin in the sterile quiet of the ward. He was already looking toward Bassinet Number 4, his eyes searching for the tiny, dark-haired "blob" that had become his only anchor to sanity.The bassinet was empty. The sheets were gone. He frowned. "Oh, he and his mother were discharged this morning," the nurse replied, looking up from her charts with a warm smile.Lucas’s lips parted, but no sound came out. His eyes widened, then narrowed, a sudden, hollow ache opening in his chest."Thanks to your donations, they could finally afford to go home," she explained calmly. "He’ll still need to come back for regular treatments, but he’s strong enough to be in his own bed now."Lucas forced a stiff, jagged smile. "That’s... that’s good news."He stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty space. What was he to do now? The baby had become an important part of his routine. A very important person to him. The head nurse watched him, her heart
“I’m thinking of liquidating everything. The empire. The company, the shares... all of it,” Lucas muttered.Alex blinked, the sandwich nearly falling from his hand.“Boss!” he cried out, eyes wide with alarm. He reached out and grabbed Lucas’s hand, a wave of genuine panic washing over him.“Is this... is this like a dying wish? Are you okay? Please don't give up on life yet.”Lucas scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away from Alex’s intense gaze.“You said it yourself—there are people who need it more. And you were right,” he muttered. “I think I finally know what I want to do.”“And that is?”“I’m going to squander my money and Don Antonio’s on actually profitable things. The man is old; he’ll be dead soon anyway. What does he need all those billions for?” Lucas let out a small, quiet smile.“I want to leave that world. Maybe travel
“I’m thinking of liquidating everything. The empire. The company, the shares... all of it,” Lucas muttered.Alex blinked, the sandwich nearly falling from his hand.“Boss!” he cried out, eyes wide with alarm. He reached out and grabbed Lucas’s hand, a wave of genuine panic washing over him.“Is this... is this like a dying wish? Are you okay? Please don't give up on life yet.”Lucas scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away from Alex’s intense gaze.“You said it yourself—there are people who need it more. And you were right,” he muttered. “I think I finally know what I want to do.”“And that is?”“I’m going to squander my money and Don Antonio’s on actually profitable things. The man is old; he’ll be dead soon anyway. What does he need all those
“I once imagined it,” Lucas admitted quietly to the evening sky.The confession was thin, nearly swallowed by the wind.After the storms had passed and the world had settled, he had allowed himself to dream of a quiet life. Of having a family. Of having children with her. He admitted it now to the empty air, the weight of the secret finally leaving his heart.He had pictured a daughter who looked like her. Had her dark hair, bright eyes, and that same stubborn, defiant little smile.The thought brought a small, fragile curve to his lips before reality came crashing back in, cold and unforgiving. He looked away, blinking rapidly at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.“Guess I wasn’t worthy,” he chuckled bitterly.“What do you think about school?” Lucas asked suddenly.Alex paused, his sandwich halfway to his mouth. “For?”“Me,” Lucas replied.Alex nearly choked. He coughed v
“At least let’s check the lands,” Alex said in exasperation, rubbing his tired eyes.Grief had no reasoning. “If she survived, she’ll be out there somewhere,” Alex continued gently, lying through his teeth. He didn’t believe she was still alive, not in the slightest. But watching his boss slowly destroy himself was far worse and at least off shores would be safer. For weeks now, they had traveled from place to place with only Alex as Lucas’s sole companion. The man had refused to return to the city without him, staying by his side through every dead end, every sleepless night, and every moment of unraveling.The two men sat quietly at a small outdoor café in a small town. “I’ll get more milk,” Alex said, standing up to walk to the counter.Lucas nodded absently, staring into his untouched coffee.Then, without warning, Lucas shot to his feet. His chair clattered backward. His eyes locked onto a passing car with desperate, wild intensity.“Arabella?”Before Alex could move, Lucas bo
“LEAVE!” Lucas roared.Slowly, the room emptied until only the two of them remained. Don Antonio stood tall, even with death staring him in the face.“You kill me now,” Antonio whispered, a smirk returning to his lips, “and there is no link left.”Lucas’s grip tightened on the gun. “I’ll find her.”“You will,” Antonio said softly. “But by then, it will be too late.” He paused, savoring the moment, before sighing as though bored. “As a matter of fact, none of this matters anymore. There’s no need to drag this out. It’s already over, Lucas. Your pet is dead. She died months ago.”The words landed like a hammer. Lucas froze.Antonio chuckled, thoroughly amused. “I guess it’s better you know now, rather than waste your life on a wild goose chase.”Lucas burst out laughing, the sound jagged and unhinged. “You expect me to believe that?!”“Believe what you want, Lucas. It’s not my problem.”“I do not believe you,” Lucas growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble.Antonio shrugged an
Arabella. True to his words, Lucas was right there when I woke up.My eyes blinked open slowly, the blur of sleep clearing until his face came into focus—handsome in a way that made my chest tighten. His jaw was sharp, lips pressed into a faint line, eyes steady even in the quiet of morning. For a
Her body twisted against the sheets, small whimpers slipping from her throat, fragile and broken. The dream had her caught in its cruel grip, dragging her back into that night. Her hands clawed at the blanket, nails scraping, as though fighting shadows only she could see.“No… stop…” her voice crac
“You said I’m exclusively meant for you,” she whispered, her voice breaking on the words.“It hurt when you did that, Lucas.” Her tone was small, fragile, the kind that slipped through the cracks of his defenses. The horror of what she’d endured seemed to have stripped everything else away, leaving
Arabella was still sitting in her dark room when Lucas found her.She hadn’t moved. Not for hours.Her hands kept brushing absently against the bruises on her knee as though the motion alone could soothe her.With Don Antonio, she had experienced what true hatred was.Hatred so sharp, so cold, it s



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