MasukThree months had passed.The small, forgotten town was no longer the quiet, decaying place Arabella had first stumbled into.With the Lucas's influence, investments had begun to pour into the region like rain on parched earth.Lucas had established several legitimate commercial ventures shipping lines, local infrastructure funding, and massive sponsorships for the community clinic and nurseries.The town was booming, transforming into a vibrant, safe haven, but the change within the walls of their home was the true miracle."Lucas, you're putting it on backward," Arabella laughed, leaning against the doorframe of the nursery.Lucas was standing over the changing table, his massive, scarred shoulders completely dwarfing the baby's furniture.He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair slight
Late last night The ward was empty when Alex stumbled in, heart pounding. He quickly checked the adjoining room and froze.Lucas was standing. "Boss." he breathed in. "You're awake." Lucas stood upright beside the bed, tall and imposing despite the obvious pain etched into every line of his body. A small, exhausted smile broke across his face as he looked down at the two people sleeping peacefully near him."They've been waiting for a while, boss," Alex said softly, stepping into a protective stance near the door. "They never left."Lucas nodded slowly, his eyes never wavering from her face. "I could hear her," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that scraped against his raw throat. "I could hear everything she said to me... but I was just too weary to open my eyes. The darkness kept pulling me back under."Arabella’s head was tilted at an uncomfortable, awkward angle against the plastic frame of the chair, one hand still resting protectively over the edge of the adjace
Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom sensation of a four-story drop and the crushing weight of his grip around my wrist.Around two in the morning, the heavy oak door clicked open.I looked up. A nurse stepped into the room, her movements hurried and stiff. She wore the standard hospital scrubs, a surgical mask that obscured most of her face, and a standard nurse's cap pulled low. She carried a small tray with a pre-filled syringe.When she saw me sitting there, she paused. Even beneath the mask, I could see the sudden, sharp frown that crinkled the skin around her eyes. She hadn't expected me to be awake."Nurse Abby is on a break," she said, her voice muffled, a bit too harsh for a quiet ICU wing. "I'm here to administer his scheduled medication."I nodded slowly, but a cold prickle of unease washed over my skin. She stepped past me, her focus shifting entirely to the IV lines hooked into Lucas's uninjured arm. She uncapped the needle with a fluid
Arabella was sobbing openly now, her shoulders shaking so violently that the hospital duvet slipped from her fingers. "He didn't know...? He really didn't know I was pregnant when I left?""Hell no, he did not," Alex said fiercely. "He had no idea you were carrying his blood."“Antonio is a devil,” she whispered. “How he twisted everything…”“You didn’t trust him,” Alex said gently. “Not even a little. And I understand why. But Lucas never hated you. Not for a second.”He knelt down in front of her, eyes earnest." When he found you two months ago," Alex continued, his tone softening as he watched her crumble, "he wanted so badly to just run into that apartment and hold you. The happiness he felt knowing his son was breathing, knowing you were alive... it was limitless. But he hesitated. He froze. He couldn't bring himself to walk up to your door, even though it was all he wanted."Alex stepped closer, his crutch clicking softly. "He told me, 'Alex, she went through literal hell jus
"Oh no, not the beautiful-eyed man," the head nurse sighed heavily, her clipboard pressed tightly against her chest as she shook her head. "I just heard from the surgical wing. I hope to God he comes out of surgery. They said he’s in a critical state."Arabella stood at the corridor, the heavy hospital duvet clutched tightly around her shoulders. She stood completely still, fading into the background forced to listen to the nurses and patients huddled near the reception desk."I remember when he first arrived here," the nurse continued, her voice dipping into a somber, reminiscent tone. "He was so hollow-eyed. It looked like the soul had been entirely scraped out of him. I treated him myself when he first came through our doors. And then, the very next day, he’s making massive anonymous donations to our pediatric wing. He was always at the nursery, just standing outside the glass, watching the infants sleep."Arabella’s heart did a slow, painful roll in her chest. She stood there, c
The blackness was winning, creeping in from the edges of Lucas’s vision. He was bleeding out into the dark, slipping away for two seconds, three seconds at a time, before a jagged spike of agony in his shattered shoulder dragged him violently back to the surface.Below him, Amal let out a small, weak whimper, a tiny chest-hitch."Help... help is on the way," Lucas choked out, the words scraping against his raw, smoke-ruined throat. He forced his eyes open, blinking past the dark blood tracking down his brow. "Just look at me, Arabella. Keep your eyes on me."Looking up at him, the terror of the fall was suddenly eclipsed by a suffocating panic for the man holding her. She could see the violent tremors in his jaw, the way his fingers were turning an unnatural, ghostly white around her wrist. He was fading. Every shallow, ragged breath he took sounded like tearing parchment."Lucas, you're slipping!" she cried, her voice cracking as she tried to cradle Amal closer without shifting her w
Lucas’s hand slid over Arabella’s trembling body, his touch gentle as her ragged breaths softened into quiet, uneven sighs. Her skin still quivered intermittently, the aftershocks of their relentless passion fading as he held her close. He had utterly worn her out, her body limp and spent in his
"Lucas… I…” Arabella stammered, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions, caught between desire and the gnawing truth of his hold over her.“Hush, we’re not done yet,” Lucas assured her, his voice a low, commanding murmur that sent shivers down her spine. His cock, still rock hard and p
Lucas kissed her tear-streaked face, his lips lingering before capturing hers in a deep, grounding kiss. He stayed still, buried inside her, letting her adjust to his overwhelming size. His jaw clenched, restraint etched in every line of his face. “Does it hurt?” he asked through gritted teeth, hi
"What do I do with you, Lucas?” Arabella teased, her voice low and playful as she gazed up at him. A wicked smile curved her lips, reveling in the rare moment of control she held over him.Her hands gripped his hard length, guiding it toward her mouth. She took him in, it took a while adjusting to







