ログイン“How do you know him?” Wren whispered, pulling Elena behind the counter.“His name is Lucien Black. He was the one who helped me find you.” Elena whispered back.Wren’s grip around Elena’s wrist slowly released. Her eyes darted to the man now surveying the bar quietly, both hands tucked into his pockets. She scoffed in disbelief.The hunter had become the hunted.The very man she had stayed up all night searching for information on had walked through her door. And worse — he was the very man who had orchestrated her reunion with her sister.Things were getting more complicated. She would just sit this job out.“Lucien Black.” She repeated, turning her attention back to Elena. “His presence is quite intimidating. How did you get acquainted with him?”Elena drew in a short breath, slumping into the chair beside her. “It’s a long story.” She sighed, looking up. “Promise you won’t panic.”Curiosity stirred through Wren. “I promise.”“He’s the man Jason owes money to.”Wren stared, confuse
“I ran away.” Wren laughed, shaking Elena’s shoulder playfully. “Their son was so annoying to deal with. I was too embarrassed to introduce him as my brother at school. I made it very clear to people that I was adopted.”“Your childhood was quite eventful.” Elena shook her head, laughing. “I literally have no fun experiences.”Wren nodded thoughtfully. The fact that she could joke about her chaotic childhood now told her how much she had healed. It had been absolutely traumatic. More traumatic honestly than her last mission where she had almost been killed. It had taken a lot of therapy sessions before she eventually stopped going, convinced it wasn’t doing anything for her. Now she could see it had been doing background work the entire time, quietly rewiring her whole nervous system.She took a long look at Elena sipping the orange juice she had served her earlier. As much as she was finally happy to have found her again there was a truth she had quietly made peace with over the yea
Elena kept her gaze fixed ahead as the car wheeled into an open parking space and came to a stop.Lucien turned the engine off. A heavy moment of silence settled between them before he spoke.“We’re here.”Elena nodded. She felt his gaze on her but refused to look back. She was still shaken by what had happened earlier—the abrupt way he had parked, telling her to stop biting her lip. It unnerved her how much she seemed to affect him.Had he caught feelings after that night?She doubted it.“The bar’s up ahead,” he continued, pointing toward a building with a standing board: Roses and Diamonds Bar/Club. “I’ll be waiting in the car. If there’s any problem, call me.”Elena nodded and reached for her seatbelt, fumbling with the latch. It felt stuck, though it was likely just her nerves getting the better of her.“Let me help.” Lucien moved closer.“No, it’s fine.” She pressed the release button harder until it clicked open. She couldn’t afford to have him any closer right now, she was ner
Lucien’s voice caught her off guard. She stilled for a second before finishing what she was doing and turned around. He was dressed in his usual suit and tailored pants, the fabric moving easily with him as he crossed the room.“I didn’t hear you come down.” She smiled, capping the lipstick. Hoping the smile would mask everything else.“I noticed.” He returned the smile, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips. “How’s your hangover? Given how knocked out you were last night you must still be feeling it.”Elena bit the inside of her cheek. “I’m fine.” Surprisingly since she had managed a few sips of that awful soup Maria served her the headache had faded.“Alright.” Lucien nodded.Silence fell between them. Heavy and awkward. Elena felt like she should say something.“I’m sorry about last night.” She blurted out.A look of surprise crossed Lucien’s features. “Sorry about what?”“For getting drunk. I have a very low alcohol tolerance. I shouldn’t have drunk at all.”“And?”Elena’s brows l
Elena groaned as her eyes opened. A dull relentless pounding echoed in her head and even the faint morning light streaming through the window felt painfully bright. She slowly sat up, running a hand through her hair. She sat in silence for a moment, her brain trying to process her surroundings, then yawned loudly. She was in her room. She spotted her black heels scattered on the floor like someone had flung them across the room. Her brows furrowed. What were they doing there? She yawned again and climbed out of bed, tripped and stumbled onto the floor. Why was she wearing a dress? It was as if she was missing an important piece of information. She scratched her head. The sound of her door opening caught her attention. Maria entered carrying a tray. “Good morning, ma’am.” She greeted with a smile, letting out a small laugh when she saw Elena on the floor. “I guess the alcohol got you real good.” “Yeah, I guess.” Elena replied, standing up. She froze. “Wait — did you just say
“She’s wasted.” James muttered, holding the car door wider as Lucien stepped out carrying Elena against himself.“Let go of me.” She slurred, trying to pry herself from Lucien’s hold. “I want to go home.”James studied Lucien closely. There was no trace of anger or irritation. Instead his hand wrapped tighter around her waist to keep her still.“This won’t do.” Lucien grunted, throwing the suit jacket he was holding at James.James caught it before it hit the floor. “You could have just handed it over.”Lucien ignored the complaint. “I told you to keep an eye on her.” He bent slightly, sliding one arm beneath Elena’s knees and another behind her back before lifting her into his arms.“She’s not a child, Lucien.” James deadpanned, shutting the car door behind him before pressing the key fob. The car beeped twice.He shoved the key into his back pocket and walked ahead to hold the entrance door open.Lucien passed through, careful not to knock Elena’s leg against the frame.James’ brows
The relentless clicking shutters and blinding flashes of cameras made Elena's migraine worse. Even the dull ache in her ankle, a reminder of the six-inch heels she wore, wasn't enough to stop her from smiling. She had to. The world was watching, and beside her stood her ex-husband, Jason Dalton.Hi
"Excuse me, ma'am. This area is off limits." A woman's voice stopped Elena in her tracks. She drew in a slow breath, her eyes closing briefly as footsteps approached.“Ma'am." A light touch brushed her shoulder. "Did you hear what I said earlier? No one is permitted on this floor."Elena turned slo
"Hi." A soft voice followed the sound of the door opening. "I brought you lunch."Elena turned from the window where she had been standing, staring out at the grounds below. The girl at the door carried a tray with both hands, a bright smile on her face. She wore a sundress a
Feisty, fiery, courageous but yet so clueless. The perfect words to describe her. Easily manipulated and lured by her weakness.Pathetic.He gave her a chance, an opportunity to walk away from the lurking danger. But she was soft-hearted, too tender. How could anyone who possessed amiable qualities







