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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX: DRUNK CONFESSION
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2026-10-14 22:06:15
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LOVE AND DEATH CHAPTER THIRTY SIX: DRUNK CONFESSION
CEALSometimes the things we chase most desperately are the ones we haven't learned to see clearly.I'd spent months searching for a way to get Lucian under my control. Every angle I calculated, every move I planned, every contingency I mapped—none of them worked. He slipped through my fingers, always finding new ways to resist.Until I finally understood something I should have recognized years ago.Why did Adrian trust me? Why did he hand me the keys to his empire, share his secrets, let me stand at his right hand? Because I played the role he needed. The perfect slave. The loyal servant who never questioned, never pushed back, never showed ambition beyond what he allowed. I became what he wanted to see, and in doing so, I made myself invisible.Why couldn't I do the same with Lucian?The thought had surfaced in the quiet hours before dawn, sharp and obvious. Lucian was desperate for control. He wanted to be the one in charge, the one giving orders, the one everyone answered to. Bu
LOVE AND DEATH CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: THE DRUNKEN ACCORD
LUCIAN "I want us to work together." I tilted my head, letting the words settle. The candlelight flickered between us, casting shadows across his face that made him look older, more tired. "Work together? How?" I asked, needing to hear the shape of it before I committed to anything. He set down his fork, the metal clicking against the plate. "I know you might not like the idea, but I really have to force you to do it." A pause, his jaw working like he was chewing on the next words before spitting them out. "Adrian is planning an innovation. He's trying to expand the organization abroad, and I will be the main view while you show outside as the fore owner. So to achieve this, we have to work together." I turned it over in my mind, examining it from every angle. The proposal itself was interesting—a chance to step into the spotlight while he handled the grime behind the curtain. But there were gaps. Holes he wasn't filling. "We're already international," I said, keeping my voice fla
LOVE AND DEATH CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: AN APOLOGY IN CANDLELIGHT
LUCIANThe drive back home was one of the most infuriating silences I'd ever endured, and I hated every second of it. Not that I had anything against silence, but this time, trapped in a car with Ceal behind the wheel, it felt suffocating.He had texted me to come outside, nothing more than a curt instruction that left no room for argument. By the time I made it down, the building had mostly emptied, the last stragglers filtering out through the lobby doors. And there he was, already in the driver's seat, engine running, his profile illuminated by the dashboard lights. He'd dismissed the driver with a wave of his hand, told him to find his own way home, and then turned those cold eyes on me through the rearview mirror.Of course I obeyed. What choice did I have?"What is all of this supposed to mean?" I finally voiced, after fighting the question down for ten minutes too long.He glanced at me through the rear mirror, his expression hard at the edges. "What's that?""Why are you drivi
LOVE AND DEATH CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: THREE WEEKS OF SUBMISSION .
LUCIAN “When do I start?” The words scraped out of my throat like gravel. Ceal chuckled, leaning back in the chair until the wood creaked under his weight. His arms crossed over his chest, and I caught the slight wince as the movement pulled at something. Good. At least I wasn’t the only one in pain. “You’ll sign first,” he said, his voice carrying that calm, measured tone that made me want to break something. “You don’t think I’m letting you off just like that, do you?”Smart, too smart. He knew exactly what kind of man he was dealing with—knew I’d start looking for cracks the second he turned his back, looking for any way to slip out of whatever leash he thought he’d hooked into me.This guy. He was unpredictable in a way that made my skin prickle. One minute he’s cold as stone, the next he’s screaming in my face with his fists clenched. I couldn’t read him, couldn’t map the edges of him, and that scared me more than the threats.“Fine.” I bit the word off, letting the anger bleed
LOVE AND DEATH CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: STALLING
LUCIANCold concrete pressed against my cheek, biting through my skin, pulling me back to consciousness one slow inch at a time. My eyelids were heavy, weighted down like someone had stitched them shut, and when I finally forced them open, the light stabbed straight through my skull. The first thing I saw was Ceal. He was seated on a chair a few feet away, his figure looming over my crumpled body, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together like he was praying. Or waiting. Probably waiting.I rolled onto my side, the movement sending a fresh wave of pain through my ribs, up my spine, into my teeth. The floor was hard beneath me, and I couldn't remember exactly how I'd gotten down here. But I have fragments. His fist in my stomach. The taste of copper flooding my mouth. His face twisted with a rage I'd never seen before.He was saying some shit I don't understand. My head throbbed with so many different pains I couldn't tell where one ended and another began. We
LOVE AND DEATH CHAPTERS THIRTY ONE: SHATTERED
LUCIANI forced the party to stop.The music died mid-note, the chatter fading into confused murmurs as I raised my good hand and told everyone to leave. They hesitated, glancing at each other, at the blood still dripping from my palm, at the mess I'd made of my suit. But they left. One by one, they filtered out of the ballroom until only the staff remained, standing awkwardly with their trays and their bandages.I let them take me to the clinic on the third floor. The company's infirmary was smaller than the estate's, just a single room with white walls and a row of beds separated by curtains. A nurse with gentle hands cleaned the cut, her fingers cool and precise as she worked. The antiseptic stung, burning into the wound like liquid fire, but I didn't flinch. I'd felt worse. Much worse."Some pain relief," she said, pressing two pills into my palm. "And rest for at least an hour before you leave."I swallowed them dry, the bitter taste coating my tongue.She finally left. And I wa
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