Greg’s hand trembled as he turned off the TV. The screen went black, but Lucy’s image lingered in his mind, that elegant smile, flawless in her designer gown, standing tall beside Austin DiMarco. She wasn’t the broken, desperate woman he left behind. No. She was radiant. Untouchable. And it burned.The remote clattered against the glass table as his grip slipped. He dragged a hand across his face, breathing hard, fighting the urge to smash something just to silence the roar in his chest.Behind him, Vanessa’s sharp heels clicked across the marble floor, each strike like a bullet. She was pacing, restless, her tone sharp as a whip.“Greg, you need to let this go. She’s gone, and she’s not coming back. Look at her, she doesn’t even remember you exist.”Greg’s laugh came out dark, bitter, scraping his throat raw. He turned slowly, his eyes locking on Vanessa like a predator spotting prey.“Doesn’t remember me?” he repeated, his voice low, dangerous. “She remembers, Vanessa. She remembe
A soft knock at the door startled Lucy from her haze.“Come in,” she said quickly, her voice hoarse from the long night.The door creaked open and Maria, one of the younger maids, slipped inside with a tray. Steam curled from a porcelain cup, rich with the sharp scent of fresh coffee.“Madam,” Maria said gently, “I thought you could use this… and maybe sir too, once he feels stronger.”Lucy blinked at the cup, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Coffee?” she murmured, almost to herself. “After a night like this, I don’t know if my stomach can handle it.”Maria gave a small, nervous smile. “It might help, madam. You look… very tired.”Lucy sighed, forcing a little smile in return. “Do I?”“Yes,” Maria said quietly. “But anyone would. You didn’t leave his side all night.” Her eyes flicked toward Austin on the bed. “That means something, madam. To him.”Lucy’s throat tightened. “Don’t read into it,” she said briskly, picking up the cup to mask her unease. “I’m just… doing what any wife
Lucy’s breath caught. For a heartbeat she thought she had dreamed it, the whisper too thin to belong to the man she knew.“Don’t… trust… them.”Her pulse skittered. “Austin?” she whispered, leaning closer, her voice trembling. “What do you mean? Who’s ‘them’?”His lashes lifted, heavy, like they weighed a ton. His eyes found hers through the haze, pupils dark, unfocused at first. Then, slowly, he blinked. A faint, crooked smile tugged at his lips.“I’m fine,” he rasped. His voice was rough, frayed, but steady enough to sting her with relief. “Nothing’s wrong. Just… tired. Exhausted.”Lucy shook her head, her throat tightening. “Tired? You scared me half to death. You collapsed, Austin. That’s not tired, that’s your body screaming for help.”He let out a low chuckle, though it ended in a cough. “You think anyone dares touch me? Or us? No one would be foolish enough to mess with this family.” He exhaled slowly, his gaze softening on her face. “Don’t worry, Lucy. Nobody’s going to harm m
The doctor dropped to his knees beside Austin, not wasting a second. “Pulse is thready,” he muttered, fingers pressing firmly against Austin’s wrist, then his neck. His tone was brisk, clipped, all business, but beneath it, Lucy caught the edge of concern.He tilted Austin’s chin, checking his lips, the color drained to an unsettling pallor. “Breathing rapid, shallow… he’s not responding well.”Lucy’s stomach twisted. Every clinical word landed like a blow. She clutched Austin’s hand tighter, her own breath ragged.“Do something!” she snapped, her voice breaking, a raw mix of command and plea.The doctor didn’t flinch. He was already reaching into his bag, vials clinking, latex gloves snapping over his hands. “We’ll stabilize him. But you”he shot Lucy a sharp look, “you have to keep talking to him. Don’t let him drift. Keep him here.”Lucy leaned down immediately, her lips brushing Austin’s temple. “You hear that?” she whispered fiercely, tears spilling unchecked. “You’re not going an
The boardroom sat in stunned silence. Then Ella’s laugh broke it, soft, sharp, laced with mockery.And Lucy? She didn’t blink. Her lips curved faintly, dangerous and knowing.“Seventy-two hours,” she whispered, her eyes locked on Austin’s. “Then let’s see who survives.”Before anyone could process her words, Lucy straightened, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she stepped toward the head of the table. The silence that followed was no accident, it was commanded.“Listen to me,” she said, her tone slicing through the tension like a blade. “We don’t have the luxury of panic. Every second we waste here, they’re stripping us bare.”Executives shifted uneasily, their murmurs stilled by the sharp authority threading her words.“Security,” Lucy snapped, eyes flashing to the guards near the door. “Seal this floor. Nobody leaves, nobody enters without clearance.”The guards moved instantly, locking down the exits.“IT team,” she continued, voice firm, relentless, “you’re
The man’s ragged cry shattered the ballroom.“They’re coming!”A hush swept the hall, every head turning.Austin’s voice cut through the tension, steady as steel. “And who exactly are they?” His eyes narrowed, cool and commanding. “And more importantly… who are you, sir?”The man swayed, laughter bubbling up wild and broken. His torn tuxedo hung off his shoulders as he bent in a mocking bow.“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he sneered, before collapsing into a fit of manic laughter.Gasps rippled through the crowd.Lucy’s fingers dug into Austin’s arm. “This isn’t madness,” she whispered, her voice sharp. “It’s a message.”Austin’s gaze remained fixed on the stranger, unreadable, but his jaw tightened ever so slightly.Gasps ripped through the ballroom. A woman screamed. The orchestra fell silent, bows frozen midair. Glasses clinked against the marble as hands shook.Lucy’s heart slammed in her chest. Austin’s arm tightened protectively around her, his body shifting between her and the ma