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Chapter 20
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2026-07-21 06:38:00Lydia's POV
The heavy steel elevator doors slid open with a soft, pneumatic hiss, revealing the soaring, glass-walled atrium of L.V. Global Holdings.The contrast was stark me, immaculate and lethal in my sharp, ivory power suit and red lipstick, backed by an army of dark, dangerous men ready to paint the walls red on my command."Stay behind the line," Cassian muttered under his breath, his hand resting casually on the butt of his sidearm. His dark eyes scanne
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Lydia's POVThe cold concrete floor of the cell was damp, but Julian didn’t seem to care anymore."Lydia! Please, oh fucking God, Lydia!"With a desperate, animalistic heave, Julian threw his entire weight forward. The high-tensile plastic zip ties binding his wrists behind his back creaked and bit deep into his flesh, drawing fresh, bright blood that dripped onto the floor, but he didn't even flinch. He collapsed off the steel chair, hitting the concrete with a heavy, wet thud.He dragged himself forward on his knees, his face smeared with grease, blood, and his own pathetic tears. He lunged toward my feet, his chin slamming against the floor as he desperately tried to press his lips to the dusty, pointed tips of my ivory stilettos.“Get the fuck off me," I said, my voice lower than a whisper, but it cut through his hysterical sobbing like a razor blade.I didn't step back. I stood perfectly still, my eyes trained on t
His fake wife, their real obsession Chapter 22
Lydia's POVThe heavy, soundproof steel door of the Citadel’s subterranean holding cell clicked shut, sealing out the hum of the facility’s ventilation shafts.Inside, the air was cold, damp, and thick with the chemical stench of dried gasoline. A single, harsh halogen bulb hung from a rusted conduit in the concrete ceiling, casting a sharp, white glare over the metal table in the center of the room.Julian sat bolted to a heavy steel chair, his hands bound tightly behind his back with high-tensile zip ties. His expensive, tailored suit jacket was gone, leaving his white shirt gray with dirt, sweat, and fuel stains. He was shivering violently, his teeth chattering in rapid, frantic clicks. His lower lip was split, a thin trail of dark, dried blood tracing a line down his chin.Cassian stood over him, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the heavy black ink of his forearm tattoos. He held a leather riding crop, tapping it l
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Lydia's POVThe cold wind coming off the plaza whipped my hair across my face, stinging my cheeks. Behind me, the glass doors of the lobby were still vibrating from the chaos inside, but the air out here felt instantly thin. Suffocating.Vanessa’s breath hitched. She took another trembling step backward, her heels clicking unevenly against the wet granite, her hands raised as if to ward off a physical blow."What did you just say?" I stepped past the wall of guards. My voice was a low, dangerous whisper that cut straight through the low rumble of idling SUV engines."He’s gone, Lydia!" Vanessa’s voice rose to a frantic, thin shriek. She clutched the lapels of her stained designer coat, her eyes darting wildly to the flashing cameras of the paparazzi still lingering by the barricades. “He’s not there! I have a contact inside the federal detention center. They went to transfer him to the maximum-security wing twenty minutes ago. The cell was em
His fake wife, their real obsession Chapter 20
Lydia's POVThe heavy steel elevator doors slid open with a soft, pneumatic hiss, revealing the soaring, glass-walled atrium of L.V. Global Holdings.The contrast was stark me, immaculate and lethal in my sharp, ivory power suit and red lipstick, backed by an army of dark, dangerous men ready to paint the walls red on my command."Stay behind the line," Cassian muttered under his breath, his hand resting casually on the butt of his sidearm. His dark eyes scanned the chaotic scene unfolding in the center of the lobby.The air in the atrium was thick, choking, and highly volatile, reeking of raw gasoline. Shattered glass from a decorative partition littered the marble like diamond dust. In the center of the lobby, surrounded by a wide, terrified perimeter of my employees and a swarm of opportunistic paparazzi who had bypassed security in the chaos, stood Julian Miller, or what was left of him.The man who had spent four years playing t
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