Mag-log inAmelia’s POVI was rolling around my bed at 7pm, wondering what I could do that doesn’t involve work and also won’t make me feel bored out of my damn mind, because apparently, the most interesting part of my life revolved around work, taking another step towards revenge and wondering what the next step is supposed to be.But then a knock sounded at my door, not the bell. It was a knock, and it was so light I wouldn't have caught it if there had been so much as a low-volume music on.However, I did catch the sound and I immediately hopped out of my bed, expecting to see Lucas even before I got to the door.As expected, it was him, and a smile curved up my face before I could stop it.“Go somewhere with me, Wildcat” he muttered and I raised a brow at him.“Is that a question, or a suggestion?” I asked, and his shoulders lifted into a shrug.“I would say neither. It’s not a suggestion, and it could pass as a question but a question can also come with a negative answer, so it’s definitely
Lucas's POV "I'll assume you know why we're here." I said. "And that's exactly what you were trying to flee from.""I have no idea what you're talking about." she said, calm as anything, stepping back like she might actually try to close the door on us.I put my hand against it before she could."Let's not waste each other's time." I said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.Kane followed behind me, already visibly irritated by her composure. He tried first."You worked at the kitchen, and we're in charge of preparing the drinks on the night of the Royal Crest gala. You were seen near the exact tray that ended up poisoned." he said. "Care to explain that?""I prepared so many drinks that night. I don't see what's unusual about that. What's unusual is the fact that just one got poisoned and you seem to think I did it." she answered smoothly."Because you did." Kane said, voice sharper now."I really don't know what you're implying." she said, tone still infuriatingly ev
Amelia's POV “Lucas!” I scolded, trying to mask the deep pink flush in my face with a frown, but he just wasn't letting me have it.“What? I'm just stating facts. Besides, you seemed to like it rough.” he added, and I tried to get off his arms, but he wouldn't let me.“That was… because of the drugs. I'm never like that.” I argued, since I couldn't run from him.“You think so? I doubt it though. The drugs just made you reveal that part of yourself faster. It didn't change you.” He retorted and I slowly recoiled into his chest, burying my face there because I might as well die of embarrassment if I didn't.“You're such a bully.” I whined and another low laugh rumbled in his chest.“Where were you going to, when you got off the bed?” he asked.“The bathroom.” I answered and he immediately started walking over to an entrance that seemed very much like the bathroom— A luxurious one, if you ask me.But the closer he got to the entrance the more I tensed in his arms.“You're not going in t
Amelia's POV The sound of a familiar voice speaking was the first thing that seeped into my subconsciousness. The words sounded muffled— something about “poison” and “catching someone”.But nothing came to mind except that it could just be another random dream.I even shifted positions once in sweet oblivion. But when it finally clicked, my eyes snapped open, the memories rushing back fast.The voice became clearer now— clearly Lucas, talking on the phone.The scent of him wrapped around me next, before my gaze wandered around the room and finally settled on his brooding feature standing at the window.He was wearing a plain sparkling white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and the fabric clinging to every hard plane of his back. Since when did white shirts become a danger to the fucking society?Probably since the first day I saw him put it on, thinking he looked like a normal CEO when in literal sense, the shirt should have no business anywhere around his collections unless he was on a mi
Lucas's POV The air between Amelia and I had returned to normal since two nights ago. If anything, it had gotten better. Amelia was always reserved, sometimes cold, and definitely not the type to talk when it's not necessary. And I thought it was what made her my perfect choice, because I never liked it when a woman talked too much. But two nights ago, she'd revealed the version of her that wasn't anywhere near quiet and I had listened to every damn thing she had to say without getting bored, tired, or annoyed. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen her in days, or maybe it was because I hadn't heard her voice in days, but whatever the reason was, when she became less chatty yesterday, I found myself missing that extra chatty version of her.I'd gotten dressed and made sure Amelia ate something before we made our way to the backseat of the car. Thankfully, there was no accidental matching incident in our outfits like Amelia's first day. But even if there was, I wouldn't be caught compl
Lucas's POV I found myself walking out of my mother's sight even though I had promised myself I wasn't going to let the hatred I had for her get the best of me. At least within the walls of Royal Crest.It was quite clear that Gabriella had met her a few times, behind my back. Apparently, she'd talked about the marriage proposal to her without my permission, after I clearly refused it. And that— more than anything else, repulsed me.Amelia was right when she said a lady like Gabriella— spoiled under the guise of being pampered, would do anything possible to get what she wanted, which is why we shouldn't give her any opening.Although, I'd brought Amelia to this party as my plus one for many reasons, and at the bottom of that list was the fact that I was sealing any opening for unwanted marriage prospects shut, by showing Amelia off to the world, right by my side.It could just be me overthinking things, but those two— Gabriella and Amelia, seemed to know each other. But I decided,







