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Lucifer's POV

My black Aston Martin rolled its tires into the massive Blackwood estate, which my family owns.

Surrounded by big trees, vast grounds for horse riding, and a golf course, the estate stretches for miles. In the center lies our mansion, and behind it is a large pool, which I rarely use, but my mother, Laura, loves that place.

The first floor is specifically for me only, while the second floor is for my brother.

My parents live on the ground floor. My mom stays in the east wing, and my father in the west. My mother is so done with him constantly bringing a new girl every day that instead of taking a divorce, she chose to stay in another room near the pool.

I do have an infinity pool on my floor, but again, I rarely use it. Not a pool fan.

My car stopped in front of the main gates, and I came out, throwing my keys to a servant. There wasn't really anyone to greet me. I remember when I was a child and my father would come back from work. Mumma would always greet him near the door, and he would greet her back. It looked so domestic and so beautiful.

At that time, I didn't know he was coming back after paying for the abortion of his secretary, whom he himself had gotten pregnant.

I do wish sometimes that I also had someone like that waiting for me, and I can promise one thing: if I had a girl as loyal as my mum was during the initial days, I wouldn't even look at another woman.

But sadly, the girl I had a crush on is a minor and not ready for my world.

I went to my room and walked inside my bedroom. I took a shower and came out with a towel wrapped around my waist. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and went to my massive balcony. I stood at the edge and looked down toward the east side, where the pool was.

Since my bedroom balcony is in the middle, it's the best place if you want to look at others, and also the best place if you want to get caught by others.

I saw my mother near the pool, sitting on a bench in a swimsuit and reading a magazine. I looked toward the west side and through a window I could see my father fucking some random girl against the glass window.

Sometimes I think he does that just to show Mom.

I looked above and saw my brother Rafael doing the same. We both passed each other smirks, and I walked back inside my room.

The next day, I went to our office, of which I am the CEO. It's just an illusion for covering the mafia work we do.

I sat on my office chair and started working on my laptop. We have some very intelligent tech people; because of them, we can easily transport our illegal gold and weapons. I keep track of everything through my laptop, so it's easy, although we always change our whole encryption system after a month because it would be too big of a risk to take with Interpol and all.

Currently, I am keeping track of a shipment coming from Colombia.

Magnus knocked on the door. "Come in," I said.

He came in and said, "Rafael has asked to meet you."

I looked up. "Where? And why?"

"He didn't give a reason why, but he did say that it's urgent."

I asked, "Where is the address?"

He handed me a card. "It's this coffee shop."

I looked at the card. It was some random coffee shop. I took my phone and called Rafael, but he didn't pick up. I asked, "When does he want to meet me?"

"Now," Magnus said.

I frowned. "You really don't have any idea why he wants to meet this urgently? Couldn't he tell me in the morning at home?"

Magnus shrugged. "Rafael didn't really talk enough on the call. He just gave the place and time."

I sighed.

My brother is indeed a pain in the ass, but he rarely asks Magnus to arrange a meeting with me. If he has any work, he would just call me or come directly, but this appointment thing? That's not him.

Rafael and I are not real siblings, at least that's what we think.

We might share a similar complexion, but his hair is blonde, almost platinum white, while mine is black. He has silver eyes while mine are black.

My hair and eyes are similar to Dad's, while his hair is similar to Mom's, but his eyes are the same as my dad's old friend. So I believe Mom must have fucked him and gotten pregnant, and since Rafael is a boy, my misogynistic dad accepted him as his son.

But we never really cared about that because our parents never behaved like parents, while we definitely always behaved like siblings.

With that, I drove to the café he asked me to come to. As I entered the café, it was completely empty. Rafael must have booked it. I sat at some random table and took my phone out, ready to call Rafael when a waitress came towards me.

"Sir, may I take your order?" she asked.

I felt my heart skip a beat because right in front of me was my angel.