LOGINAria's POVI woke up to the sound of the jet engines.Lucien had arranged a private flight from the small regional airstrip outside Southampton. I didn't even know how I was transferred from the car to the plane, I'd been that exhausted. But now I was fully awake, reclined in a cream leather seat with a blanket tucked around me that I definitely hadn't put there myself.Across the aisle, Lucien was working.Of course he was.His laptop was open, two phones on the armrest, a glass of water untouched beside him. His sleeves were rolled up, his eyes moving across the screen with that focused, unblinking intensity that made everyone around him feel slightly inadequate. The flour was gone from his sleeve now. At some point between the cottage and here, he had become the CEO again.I watched him for a moment without saying anything.He felt it. He always did."Go back to sleep," he said, without looking up."I'm not tired anymore," I
Aria's POVLucien set the milk glass down on the counter.The sound was small and precise, the kind of deliberate quietness that meant his mind was already somewhere else entirely. He didn't look at me. He looked at the window, at the black Atlantic beyond it, at something only he could see in the dark.I stayed on my side of the kitchen, my arms wrapped loosely around myself, watching him. The warmth of the cottage, the orange-cheese smell, Mia's yellow boots drying by the door, all of it suddenly felt fragile. Like a soap bubble catching light for one perfect second before the surface tension gives.His jaw shifted."We have to go back," he said.Not I'm sorry. Not I wish we didn't. Just the fact of it, delivered in that low, flat tone he used when a decision had already been made somewhere deep in his chest and he was only now letting it reach his mouth.I looked at him for a long moment. "Marcus?""He sent a m
Aria's POVI laughed, the sound bright and out of place against the tension of the last twelve hours. Lucien caught my eye, and for a fleeting second, tmhis cold and pensive aura was completely gone. There was only the man who had traded his empire for a weekend of macaroni and sea air."Then macaroni it is," Lucien said, his voice dropping that authoritative edge for something softer, almost tentative. "Though I suspect the orange cheese is a culinary level I have yet to master.""I’ll supervise," I promised, moving to the counter.The kitchen, which had been a site of a pasta massacre only twenty-four hours ago, transformed into a sanctuary of warmth. Lucien rolled up the sleeves of his fresh white shirt, his powerful for
Aria's POVMia stiffened. She looked at me, then back at her brother, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a definition for us. To her, we were the source of the storm and the umbrella all at once."They’re... they’re the ones who brought us here," she finally said, her voice small. It was the only truth she could settle on, a simple kindness in a world that had offered her none.I walked over, keeping a respectful distance. "We’re the people who are going to make sure you don't have to go back to that shed, Leo. My name is Aria."Leo looked at me for a long beat, then his eyes drifted toward the balcony again, watching Lucien’s commanding form. "He looks like a ki
Aria's POVWe marched into the lobby, a sight that surely defied every protocol of the elite clinic. Lucien, a titan of New York finance, was covered in dirt and salt spray, cradling a feverish child in a yellow raincoat. I followed, wrapped in a quilt, leading a street urchin who looked ready to bolt at the slightest sound.The head nurse behind the desk began to stand, a polite, professional rejection already forming on her lips. "I’m sorry, sir, we are a private facility and…"Lucien didn't stop walking. He didn't even look at her. "Call Dr. Aris. Tell him Lucien Blackwood is in the trauma room and he has ten seconds to arrive before I buy this building and fire everyone in it."The nurse’s jaw dropped. The name work
Aria's POVThe silence that followed was deafening. The girl didn't know who Lucien was. She didn't know she was crying to the man who sat at the very top of the pyramid that had crushed her family. She just saw a man in a sweater who smelled like expensive soap.Lucien closed his eyes for a long while. When he finally opened them, the Simple Life was gone. The holiday was dead. But the Dark Lord didn't return either. Something else was there, something raw and painfully human."Aria," he said, his voice a low, vibrating chord. "Take the girl to the car.""Lucien?""Do it," he commanded, but his eyes were on the sick boy. He knelt down, his expensive navy sweater soaking up the filth of t
Aria's POV.The weekend passed in a blur of heavy security and oppressive silence. Lucien had effectively moved his entire office into the penthouse, and the air between us remained a mix of unspoken questions and raw, possessive tension. He didn't ask me why I had tried to reach hi
Aria's POVLucien was still standing by the darkened television, his silhouette cast in jagged red by the emergency lights. He looked like a king standing amidst the ruins of his palace. His chest was heaving, his hand still white-knuckled around the grip of his gun."Lucien?" I
Aria's POV."He’s very beautiful when he’s angry, isn't he?" Jennifer said, leaning against the doorframe. "But you’re making him messy, Aria. And a messy Blackwood is a poor Blackwood. I’ve been waiting ten years for him to realize that. I can wait one more day for you to be discard
The atmosphere in the hospital room shifted from clinical silence to the heavy, suffocating pressure of an impending storm. Lucien stood by the window, his back looked like a wall of rigid charcoal wool, his hand still dripping blood onto the white floor. He didn't seem to feel the gl







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