Desi strolled through the mansion halls, feeling the weight of the security cameras that tracked her every step. It was uncomfortable, but she attempted to brush it off. She needed to concentrate on Lily and figure out how to function under these circumstances.
As she approached the kitchen, she discovered Mia, one of the staff members, preparing dinner. Desi cleared her throat. "Hi, I'm Desi."
Mia looked up in amazement. I know who you are. "Doctor Jones, correct?"
"Yeah, but call me Desi," she replied, smiling. "I'm trying to settle down here. "This place is intense."
Mia chuckled quietly, looking around. "You will get used to it. But I can't say if the cameras will ever cease being weird."
Desi leaned against the countertop. "How long have you been working here?”
"About five years," Mia explained, cutting vegetables. "It isn't as bad as it appears. Mr. Romano might be... demanding, yet he cares for his employees."
Desi lifted an eyebrow. "Demanding is an understatement."
Mia smiled. "Yeah, you have seen the worst of him. "He's different from Lily."
"I noticed," Desi said, reflecting on the way Lucas gazed at his daughter. "He's a good father."
Mia nodded. "She's his entire universe. "He is just scared."
Desi sighed. "I get that. I'm also terrified. I want to help her, but there is a lot of pressure."
"You'll do fine," Mia remarked, her tone pleasant. "Lily is a fighter, just like her father. She'll get through."
Desi grinned, pleased for the reassurance. "Thanks. I needed to hear that."
Mia nodded, continuing her work. "Are you hungry? I can make you something."
Desi’s stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since she arrived. "Actually, yeah. That’d be great."
She gestured to a stool. "Sit down. I’ll fix you a plate."
Desi sat at the counter, watching Mia work. The kitchen smelled warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, tense atmosphere in the rest of the house.
"So, what’s Lucas really like?" Desi asked after a moment.
Mia paused, considering her words. "He’s complicated. Ruthless in business, sure, but when it comes to family, he is calm.”
Desi nodded slowly. "He doesn’t trust me."
"It’s not personal," Mia said. "He doesn’t trust anyone outside of this house."
"Still, it’s hard to work when someone’s constantly watching you," Desi muttered.
Mia glanced at the cameras. "You’ll get used to it. Just keep doing your job. That’s all he cares about."
Desi sighed. "I guess I don’t have much of a choice."
She set a plate in front of her. "Nope. But you’ll be fine. Just focus on Lily."
Desi took a bite of the food, surprised at how good it was. "This is amazing."
Mia smiled. "Thanks. It’s my way of taking care of everyone here."
"You’re doing a great job," Desi said, genuinely grateful. "I don’t know how I’d survive without some normalcy."
Mia laughed. "You’ll be okay. It’s strange at first, but you’ll find your rhythm."
Desi nodded, finishing her meal. "I hope so. I need to stay focused."
"You will," Mia assured her. "And if you need anything, just ask."
"Thanks," Desi said. "I’ll definitely take you up on that."
As she stood to leave, Mia called after her. "And Desi?"
"Yeah?"
"Don’t let him scare you too much. He’s tough, but he’s not as cold as he seems."
Desi smiled, appreciating the advice. "I’ll try to remember that."
She left the kitchen, feeling a little more settled.
She walked back toward the medical wing, mentally preparing for the night ahead. Lucas would probably show up again, hovering over her as always, but Desi was determined to keep things professional. She couldn’t let him distract her from the real reason she was here—Lily.
As Desi entered the room, she found Lily sitting up in bed, coloring quietly. She smiled and walked over. "Hi, Lily. How are you feeling?"
Lily looked up, her small face lighting up a little. "I’m okay. Just tired."
Desi sat next to her, glancing at the coloring book. "What are you drawing?"
"A house," Lily said softly. "With a big garden."
Desi smiled. "That sounds beautiful. Maybe one day you can have a house like that."
Lily nodded, though her eyes looked distant. "Do you think I’ll get better?"
Desi’s heart clenched at the question. She smiled softly, trying to stay positive. "We’re going to do everything we can to make sure you do."
Lily gave a small nod but didn’t say anything else.
"Do you like living here?" Desi asked gently, trying to get to know her better.
"It’s okay," Lily whispered. "But I miss going outside."
Desi frowned. "You don’t get to go outside much?"
"Only sometimes," Lily said. "Daddy doesn’t let me go far. He says it’s not safe.”
Desi nodded, understanding Lucas's fear, but she also saw the sadness in Lily's eyes.
"Maybe we can find a way to get you outside more," Desi suggested. "Even if it's just the garden."
Lily's face brightened. "I'd like that."
"I'll talk to your dad," Desi said. "I'm sure he'll agree."
Lily smiled for the first time, a small but genuine one. "Thank you, Dr. Desi."
Desi smiled back. "You can just call me Desi."
Lily nodded. "Okay, Desi."
Desi felt a small connection forming between them. Lily was a sweet, gentle child who didn't deserve to be trapped in this mansion, surrounded by illness and fear.
Just then, the door opened, and Lucas walked in. His eyes immediately scanned the room, landing on Desi and Lily.
"How's she doing?" he asked, his voice low.
"She's tired but stable," Desi replied, standing up. "We're waiting on the blood test results."
Lucas nodded, his gaze shifting to Lily. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
Lily looked up at her father, her small voice soft. "I'm okay, Daddy."
Lucas walked over to her, brushing her hair back gently. "Good. You let me know if you need anything, okay?"
Lily nodded, leaning into his touch. Desi watched the scene quietly, seeing the tenderness in Lucas that Lily had mentioned. He wasn't just the cold, intimidating figure she was used to. Around Lily, he softened, even if only for a moment.
"I'm going to step out for a bit," Desi said, giving them some privacy. "Let me know if anything changes."
Lucas nodded but didn't take his eyes off Lily. Desi left the room, her mind swirling with thoughts.
Shit! Things were getting complicated.
Desi found Lucas in the garden, standing by the edge of the small pond. The golden light of the setting sun bathed the scene in warmth, but it did nothing to dispel the cold distance between them. His posture was tense, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and his gaze locked on the gently rippling water. He didn’t turn as she approached, though she knew he’d heard her.“Lucas,” she said, her voice firm but laced with emotion. “We need to talk.”Still, he didn’t look at her. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said, his tone flat, almost detached.Desi felt a flare of frustration. She had given him space, hoping he would come around, but this cold avoidance had stretched her patience to its limit. She crossed her arms, trying to steady her breathing. “You’ve been avoiding me for days. If I’ve done something wrong, just say it.”Lucas finally turned to face her, his expression unreadable. His sharp features were shadowed, his usual air of control more rigid than ever. “You haven’t done
The mansion had seen its fair share of visitors before, but today was different. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and Desi couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was unfolding.Desi stood at the balcony overlooking the grand foyer, her gaze fixed on the constant stream of men filing into Lucas’s study. Each one carried an air of urgency, their low murmurs barely audible over the clinking of glassware as staff hurried to serve refreshments.The usually serene Lucas mansion was alive with chaos. Whispers of deals, alliances, and threats floated in the air, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. Desi wandered the corridors, trying to make sense of the sudden influx of activity.Her steps faltered as she approached the main sitting room. Inside, a man in his fifties, stocky and exuding power, lounged on one of the leather couches. Beside him sat a young woman, no more than twenty-four, dressed in designer clothes that clung to her like a second skin. Her perfec
Damian hesitated when he entered his office, choosing his words carefully. “The men are restless.”Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Restless?”“They’re talking,” Damian continued. “About the changes. About Desi.”Lucas’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.“They’re worried, Lucas,” Damian said. “They think you’ve lost focus. The men are concerned. They think you’re distracted.”Lucas’s gaze hardened. “And what do you think?”“I think are trying to do right with everything. Plus you have a lot on your plate,” Damian said carefully. “Lily, Desi, the Dario Matteo situation—it’s a lot for anyone. But are these changes necessary? I mean, I understand why you’re doing it, but if it’s causing tension”Lucas leaned back in his chair, his expression hardening. “They’re just upset because they don’t like change. They’re comfortable with the way things were before I changed it.”Lucas took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Damian’s. “If anyone doubts my leadership, they can say it to my fac
Desi sat with a few of Lucas’s men in the lounge, their laughter and banter filled the air. They shared amusing stories about Lucas, each one more exaggerated than the last.“Did you know he once chased off an entire rival crew with nothing but a glare?” one of them said, grinning. Desi chuckled, imagining Lucas’s signature intimidating stare. He could be scary when he wanted to.“I’ve seen him carry heavy stuff like they were nothing,” another chimed in, flexing his arms dramatically. Desi shook her head, her smile widening as the stories grew more outlandish.She felt surprisingly at ease among them, their teasing drawing her in. For a moment, it was easy to forget her past.One of the men leaned closer, lowering his voice. “So, what’s it like working for the boss? Is he as scary as he seems?” he asked with a playful smirk.Desi raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider the question. “Depends on the day,” she replied, eliciting a round of laughter.“Yeah, but he’s got a soft spot, d
Desi stared at Lucas, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of her glass. Her eyes haunted by the mistakes of her past, glistering with tears.“That’s how I became a murderer,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “My relationship with my mother has never been the same. I killed my sister.”Lucas stared at her. He had been quiet throughout her entire story, but now he could breathe. He was wrong about her and that made him happy.He leaned forward, taking her hands in his. “Desi, you didn’t kill her,” he said softly. “Your father did.”Desi shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “No, Lucas. If I hadn’t trusted him, if I hadn’t believed his lies, Anna would still be alive. I handed her to him on a silver platter.”Lucas exhaled, his gaze piercing. “You were a teenager, Desi. You were manipulated by a man who knew how to prey on your vulnerabilities. That’s not the same as pulling the trigger.”She closed her eyes, her mind replaying that fateful day. “It doesn’t matter,” she m
The door to the waiting room opened slowly, The officer entered, his face somber. Desi and her mother rose to their feet immediately, every muscle in their bodies tense with dread, their hearts pounding.“Mrs. Jones, Desi,” he began, his voice calm but tinged with sadness. “We’ve found Anna. You need to come to the station now.”Desi exchanged a terrified glance with her mother. Desi’s legs felt like lead as she forced herself to move. Her mother clutched her hand tightly, as if letting go would send her spiraling into the abyss. Neither of them spoke as they followed the officer to the car, their minds racing with terrible possibilities.The ride to the station was silent, except for the shallow, ragged breaths of her mother. Desi stared out the window, her mind racing with terrible scenarios. She wanted to ask questions, but her throat was too dry to form words.“Please, don't let anything happen to my sister. Please. I would never be able to forgive herself.” She prayed to whatever