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24. A Consensual Surrender

Author: Lily's Ecstasy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-19 14:06:25

Chapter 24: A Consensual Surrender

LUCIAN’S POV

I jolted awake, my hand trembling against the bandage on my abdomen, the dull throb of the bullet wound pulsing beneath my fingers. My gray eyes cracked open, locking onto Ethan standing by the chamber door, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, his hazel eyes glistening with raw emotion. The painting of his younger self stared back at him, a secret I’d buried for years, and my heart stuttered in my chest. I’d drifted to unconsciousness expecting him gone, having seized the vulnerability of my collapse to flee.

Four days of syndicate warfare, a traitor’s betrayal, and that damn bullet had left me exposed, yet here he stood, rooted, his sobs reverberating off the stone walls. Why didn’t he run? The question seared my mind, a tangle of relief and awe knotting my gut. This man who’d clawed to escape me, stayed when freedom dangled before him. Why?

His voice shattered my thoughts, fragile and splintered, as he staggered two steps forward
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