LOGINLucien: Stepping out of the mansion felt like stepping into a different world entirely, a world where everything looked the same but nothing felt the same. The air was still, the sky stretched wide and indifferent above me, and yet something about it all seemed off. Like the world hadn’t gotten the memo that mine had just ended. The gates stood open, the guards posted as usual, the driveway spotless, the fountain still running like it always did but my mother was gone. And somehow, everything had the audacity to continue as if she had never existed. It hasn’t hurt me yet but I know I'll still be hurt. I barely made it down the steps when I saw her. Elena. She stood just outside the mansion, her figure framed against the tall iron gates, her hair swaying slightly with the wind as though she had been standing there for a while. Waiting. The moment her eyes landed on me, relief and desperation flickered across her face and before I could even process why she was here, my brows pul
Lucien’s POV My mother’s death did not come with a warning. There was no slow unraveling, no fragile decline that would have prepared me for the inevitable. It came like a blade in the dark. One moment, she existed in the world as she always had, untouchable, composed, powerful and the next, she was nothing more than a lifeless body being wheeled away under a white sheet. And I felt nothing. That was the strangest part. Not the silence of the house that once carried her presence. Not the hushed voices of the staff who avoided my gaze as though grief were contagious. Not even the cold, clinical confirmation of her death echoing in my ears like a verdict I had no right to question. No, the strangest part was the absence of tears.Maybe because we're not on good terms before she died. After all I already cut all ties with her before she left the world. I stood there as they carried her away, my hands buried deep in my pockets, my posture rigid, my expression carved into something
"What?!" I blurted out in shock. “Wait… what? Arrest? There has to be some mistake.”“Do not resist. We can do this the easy way.”The officer said. “What the hell did you just say?” Ethan’s voice dropped low, lethal, vibrating with something that made the air itself feel heavier. “Ethan…” I whispered, my fingers tightening instinctively around his hand, my entire body going cold. “I said,” the officer repeated, his tone calm in a way that felt almost cruel, “she is under arrest for the death of Mrs. Maria Volkov.” Mrs Maria Volkov? That's Lucien’s mother. When did she die? And how am I the murderer? I'm confused, scared, not even sure how I'm feeling because this is shocking. Why does he always manage to ruin my happiness? "You don’t know what “First you barged into my home, secondly you said shit about my woman, what the hell?”Ethan stepped forward instantly, pulling me slightly behind him, his body shielding mine without hesitation. "Please let us do our job, we're her
Aria: “I… I wouldn’t dare again,” I cried out, my voice breaking under the weight of everything I felt the fear, desire, love tangled so tightly I couldn’t separate them anymore. “Good.” His lips brushed against my throat, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down my spine before he finally pulled away. He lowered me carefully onto the wet floor, the shower still cascading over us, water sliding down our skin in warm streams.Oh, I love this man so much. I never truly thought I'd love him this much. Jesus, I don't even wanna lose him.After letting go of a toxic marriage, I found him and he has been the best thing that happened to me. “I love you,” he murmured, his fingers gentle as he tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. A soft smile spread across my lips, my arms still wrapped loosely around his neck as if I didn’t trust myself to let go. My mind drifted back to last night, to the way everything between us had shif
The breaking news banner flashed relentlessly across every major channel. “Lucien Volkov’s mother was found dead in her mansion this morning. The corpse has been sent to the hospital for autopsy.” The words echoed in the silent room long after the reporter’s voice faded. Elena stood frozen in front of the screen, her fingers tightening unconsciously around the edge of her phone. Her eyes softened, the usual spark in them dimming sorrowfully. She exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling as if the weight of the news had settled directly on her lungs. “Poor Lucien…” she murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible even to herself. “I wonder how he’d be feeling now…” There was no bitterness in her tone, no trace of resentment for the man who had never truly looked her way. Just concern. Pure, unguarded concern. She lingered there for a moment longer, staring at the screen as if expecting more details, more answers. But nothing came. With a quiet sigh, she turned
Third Person POV:The news of Aria and Ethan’s argument had already spread like wildfire across the internet. What started as a single video had turned into something much bigger. It wasn’t just a moment anymore. It was a narrative. A scandal. A spectacle people couldn’t stop watching.Clips of the confrontation flooded every platform. Some were slowed down to capture every flicker of emotion on Aria’s face. Others zoomed in on Ethan’s expression, analyzing his silence, his anger, his restraint. Voices overlapped in comment sections, strangers arguing like they were part of the relationship themselves. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone had chosen a side."She cheated on her ex husband and even her boyfriend!""It's his fault,""If I was in her place I'd have done the same thing, you kissed another woman and expected me to confront you after my ex husband cheated as well!""We don't even know what happened, please stop dragging her!""Fear woman! She cheated and wants to put the blame
Ethan’s POV “I… loved you, Lucien.” she murmured again, her voice was barely audible. I didn’t react, I just stared at her, the way her lips trembled when she said his name, how her fingers clenched weakly into the fabric of my shirt, as if she needed something solid to hold her together, the w
Ethan’s POV I watched her cry for her ex-husband, and it didn’t ignite jealousy in me the way people assume it should. It didn’t make my chest burn with insecurity or anger. All I felt was an overwhelming need to take her pain away. Because why not? when she cried like someone who had held herse
Aria’s POV The drive home was wrapped in silence, the silence pressed against my chest until breathing felt a bit uncomfortable. Ethan didn’t turn on the radio. He didn’t try to fill the space with words like he used to anytime I'm sad, that wouldn’t matter anyway. And I was grateful for that. I
*Ethan’s POV* I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do, but should I just stand here like a decent man and let another man who's her past, tear into her in front of everyone? Or defend the woman whose trembling fingers are laced through mine like I’m the only thing keeping her upright? Beca







