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CAELEN'S DARK PAST
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2025-07-02 14:38:04CAELEN VALENTINE’S POV
I was trapped in darkness, bound to a cold metal chair, chains biting into my skin. Shadows danced around me, faceless figures lurking in the black void.
Unhinged eyes. Foul breath. Wandering hands. Touching me. Violating me.“Ss-stop it, pp-please…” “Please stop… I beg you…”
My voice was raw from screaming, throat burning as I cried for mercy—tears streaming down my face, pooling at my chin.
One face leaned in—so close—and I could smell the rot on his breath as he tried to kiss me.
“AHHHH!”
I jolted awake, falling hard from the bed with a thud. Just a dream. Again. But the pain was real. My muscles screamed as though reliving the nightmare.“Did the dragon win?”
Lucian Throne’s voice cut through the haze. I looked up, his six-foot-five frame towering beside me."Very funny," I groaned. “Can’t you help me up instead of being a prick?”He folded his arms. “Say ‘please.’”
This asshole.
How the hell was he Aria’s brother? She was all sugar and concern, and he was cold steel wrapped in Armani.“Are you going to help me or not?” I snapped.
He sighed and yanked me up—more like slung me over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
Jerk.But as fate would have it, my knee twisted mid-move and I crashed on top of him.
Right onto the bed. On top of Lucian.“Oh shit,” I gasped, trying to get up—
And failing.Hard.“Aah—fuck,” he hissed.
Wait.
That was a moan. A very real, very masculine moan.I looked down and my entire existence paused.
I was sitting on his very obvious…Half-erected dick.Don’t tell me this mafia god is gay...
My mind short-circuited.
I flung myself off him like he was on fire.“Are—are you gay?” I choked.
Lucian stood up without a word, his very visible… issue still straining his pants. He started walking away.
I grabbed a pillow and hurled it.
“ANSWER ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”He stopped by the door. Without turning around, he said,
“My sexuality has nothing to do with you.”
“Oh, it does when you try to openly molest me!”
His hands clenched into fists at his sides.He turned slowly, his eyes now ice.
“You have no fucking idea what you’re accusing me of.”“Oh, I do. The proof is in your pants,” I said, pointing.
He stormed toward me.
“Don’t push me, Caelen. Or I swear—I’ll teach you the real meaning of molestation.”And just like that, he left—slamming the door hard behind him.
I stared after him, stunned.What the actual hell just happened?Click.
The door opened again and this time, it was Aria.Her soft face appeared, glowing with concern.
“What happened? Why was Lucian so pissed?”
“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” I said flatly.
No way in hell was I telling her her brother might be into me.“Sit,” I patted the bed beside me.
She waddled over, belly first. That bump—supposedly carrying my child.“I want to ask something… it’s personal.”
She nodded, suddenly nervous.
“Is your brother Lucian… gay?”
She blinked. “Well… he’s bisexual. But these days he only sleeps with men.”
Jesus Christ.
“Why? What happened?”
“By any chance… has Lucian ever molested anyone?”
Her face paled. “No! God, no. Lucian’s… strict, but he respects consent. Honestly, most guys throw themselves at him. They chase him like crazy.”
Poor Lucian, she says.
What a twisted family.She continued talking—about her day, about baby names, about how hungry she was. I tried to listen, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
That night. The club.
I remember it now. Even drunk, I always use protection. I never wanted to be like my father—leave behind unwanted mistakes. So…If I wore a condom…
The chances of Aria being pregnant with my child are slim. Very slim."Is the baby in your womb mine?"
I asked quietly.She froze.
Silence fell like a guillotine in the room."You don’t have to answer. Just tell me why… Why lie to me?”
Her lips trembled. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“I didn’t want to hurt you. But if Lucian finds out that the baby is Ilya’s—”
She broke off, voice cracking.“He’ll kill us both.”
Ilya Morozov.
Lucian’s personal bodyguard. Silent. Deadly. Russian steel.Well…
This just got interesting.
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