Mag-log inLucian POV“I do not care about those rules!”The words had ripped out of me like they had been clawing at my throat for weeks.I couldn’t take them back, not anymore, not as though I wanted to.The second Sienna walked through that door in nothing but that long, thin sleep shirt that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, hair still damp from the shower and curling at the ends, every ounce of restraint I had scraped together seems to evaporate.She looked soft, freshly bathed, smelling faintly of vanilla, and the sight of her standing there, uncertain but brave enough to knock, undid me completely.I had tried to fight it. God, I tried.I told myself we could talk, keep it civil, stick to the lines we had drawn in black ink on legal papers but the moment her eyes met mine across the room, wide and searching, the battle inside me was already lost.The part of me that wanted to protect her, possess her, worship every inch of her won in a heartbeat.Now she was under me on the bed with
Sienna POV I stood outside Lucian’s door longer than I intended to.The hallway was quiet, the mansion settled into the stillness that only came late at night.Ever since the car incident with Vivienne, with her standing there watching us drive away while tension filled every inch of the car, we hadn’t really spoken.Words had existed between us, practical ones, necessary ones, but nothing real.My hand finally lifted, and I knocked on his door.A pause followed.Then his voice came from inside, low and steady. “Come in.”I opened the door gently, walking in.Lucian sat on the edge of the bed, papers spread across his hands with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.The soft lamp beside him cast warm light across his face, sharpening the focus in his eyes as he read. Something about the glasses made him look different. He looked dangerously attractive in a way that caught me off guard.He hadn’t noticed me yet.I stepped inside carefully, closing the door behind me without a
Lucian POVThe sunlight reached me before I was fully awake.It slipped through the thin curtains and slowly filled the room with warmth which was hard to ignore.I tossed and turned on the bed, trying to stay asleep, but the light kept pulling me toward consciousness.As I moved, a sharp pain hit my head, causing me to let out a groan.The mattress beneath me felt unfamiliar, softer than the one I was used to, and the air smelled different too, like clean laundry mixed with a faint floral scent.I tossed and turned again, trying to understand where I was, and opened my eyes halfway. The pain in my head grew worse, forcing me to shut them again almost immediately.My head throbbed badly, like someone had hit it with a hammer.I lay there for a moment, breathing slowly, trying to piece together anything from the night before. The last clear memory I had was standing in my downing a glass of liquor and the sense that the mansion felt unbearable without her.Everything after that was bla
Sienna POVFor a moment I simply stood there, holding him.Lucian Aries, the man who carried himself like the world bent to his will, was leaning heavily against me like gravity had suddenly decided he was no longer exempted from it.His weight pressed into my shoulders, his breathing uneven, the sharp scent of alcohol clinging to him. I could feel the concern hit me first.“Lucian,” I whispered carefully, trying to shift him without letting him fall. “What did you do to yourself?”He didn’t answer. His forehead rested against my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck, his arms loose but still wrapped around me like instinct had taken over where his mind had failed.I glanced quickly behind me into the hallway but the house remained quiet.Thank God.If my mother had opened that door instead of me, I had no idea how I would have explained why my husband was standing on our porch at this hour looking like he had fought the entire night and lost.“Okay,” I murmured under my breath, a
Lucian POVFive days had passed and I hadn’t heard from her.It would be a lie to say I hadn’t picked up my phone a thousand times just to call or text her, but I just couldn’t bring myself to.Every time my thumb hovered over her name, something sharp and stubborn stopped me. Probably it was pride, maybe anger, definitely. Or the memory of the last time I saw her looking at another man like the world around them didn’t exist.The mansion felt wrong without her. It was too quiet.Her office remained untouched across the glass corridor from mine. The orchid I’d placed there days ago was still alive, annoyingly vibrant, like it expected her to walk back in at any moment but she didn’t.I told myself I was angry.That I was angry she walked away without explanation. Angry that she made me look like a fool in public. Angry that she made me show a side of me I had worked extremely hard to hide. Angry that she sat in a restaurant laughing with another man while the entire city watched.It w
Sienna POVI stood outside my mother’s door longer than necessary before knocking.The familiar white paint looked slightly faded, the huge building looked worn out from years of neglect. This had been the way it had been before the merger but something about being away for almost a month now felt foreign.Then, I knocked softly.I could hear footsteps approaching from inside, slow but steady, and when the door opened, my chest tightened.“Mum…”She looked healthier.She still looked thinner than before the surgery, but her color had returned, her posture stronger and her eyes bright instead of being tired.For a moment, she simply stared at me, surprise turning quickly into relief.“Sienna?” she breathed. “What are you doing here?”That was all it took.Every bit of composure I had forced together since leaving Lucian fell apart. My vision blurred, and before I could answer, she pulled me into her arms.“My child,” she murmured, holding me tightly. “You should have told me you were c







