ログインAVAThe ride to Velvet and Smokes was quiet for the most part.I sat beside Stella with my fingers loosely clasped in my lap and my thoughts running in circles again despite everything.Just before the car slowed, I turned to her.“Are you sure this is a good idea?”She didn’t even look at me when she answered. “Yes.”I hesitated. “Stella.”She finally turned, giving me a look. “That’s the third time you’re asking.”I pressed my lips together and looked away.“Just saying.”The car pulled to a smooth stop and Michael stepped out first, coming around to open the door for me.The moment I stepped out and I paused. The building in front of us was…exquisite. It looked so tall and sophisticated.Luxury cars lined the front, some parked, some just pulling in and I couldn’t help but notice them immediately. Different brands, different builds… engines I could name hear just by looking.My eyes lingered a second longer than they should have.Of course Stella noticed.She smiled, nudging me lig
AVA A few minutes later, the door opened again. “Let me see what you-” Stella stopped in her steps. I turned from the mirror, just in time to catch the look on her face. “What?” I asked with my brows pulled together. She blinked once, then again. “Ava…” she said slowly, like she was trying to process what she was seeing. “What in the world are you wearing?” I glanced down at myself, confused. “A dress?” She stared at me for another second before dragging a hand down her face. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “No, no, no. There is absolutely no way you’re leaving this house looking like… this.” I folded my arms. “In my defence, I wasn’t told where we were going.” “That’s because I knew you’d do something like this,” she shot back. I raised a brow. “Do something like wear a dress?” “Yes. That dress.” I sighed. “Then maybe you should start by telling me where we’re going.” She straightened immediately, like she’d been waiting for that. “We’re going to
AVA “What about John?” I repeated.Stella looked at me like I was missing the point.“But you like him.”I let out a small breath and nodded. “Yeah… I do.”Then I shrugged, trying to brush it off.“And some other guys before that too,” I added. “Ones who never even approached me.”“True, but John was different,” she said. “You used to talk about him all the time back in London. You couldn’t even hide it, you were always smiling whenever his name came up.”I glanced at her, frowning slightly.“Why are you bringing him up now? What does he even have to do with any of this?”She tilted her head, watching me in that careful way that made me uneasy.“Ava… if Lucien is as crazy as he sounds right now,” she said slowly, “what if he was the one who made sure none of them ever approached you?”I stared at her, then I shook my head.“No,” I said immediately. “That doesn’t even make sense.”“Ava...”“He runs a corporation, Stella,” I cut in. “Multiple companies. Entire departments. You really t
AVAI told her everything.From the moment I got back. The tension in the house. The dinner. The things Lucien said like I didn’t have a choice in it and the interview.By the time I was done, the room had gone quiet again.Stacy hadn’t interrupted me once which, honestly, said a lot.She just sat there with her brows drawn together, and her lips pressed like she was trying to process everything without reacting too fast.Then she leaned back a little, exhaling.“Okay…” she said slowly.I glanced at her.She looked at me again, this time more directly.“Are you sure he wasn’t drunk?”I blinked. “What?”“I’m serious,” she said, sitting up straight. “Because everything you just said, Ava, that’s not normal. That’s not even slightly okay. So I need to know if maybe he had too much to drink and just...lost it a little.”I shook my head immediately. “No.”Stacy frowned. “You’re sure?”“Yes,” I said, more firmly this time. “Lucien doesn’t lose control like that.”She didn’t look convinced.
AVA By the time the car pulled to a stop, I already knew Stacy hadn’t been exaggerating. Of course she lived in a penthouse. I stepped out, tilting my head back just enough to take in the building before the bodyguard who had now introduced himself as Michael came around to my side and took the box from my hands like it weighed nothing. “I’ve got it,” he said. I didn’t argue. At this point, arguing with Michael felt like arguing with a wall. He was polite, and respectful, but completely unmoving. Just like the man who sent him. We got into the elevator, got out and walked to apartment 98, even though my mind was somewhere else. Lucien. The call kept replaying in my head, and no matter how many times I went over it, it still didn’t make sense. I had expected him to refuse or argue, or at least make it difficult. But he didn’t. He just… agreed. I unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment. The place was exactly how I expected it to be...clean, modern, put together in t
AUTHOR The lounge was quiet in the way expensive places usually were with low music and dim lights.In the room were seated the country's most talked about men,men who controlled the economy.Lucien sat back in his chair, one arm resting on the leather, the other holding a glass of whiskey loosely.He was wearing a black shirt on black pants, not a single crease out of place. He looked very much like he was in charge.Across from him, Jason was looking at something on his phone, but he didn't really look interested in it. Paul leaned back, relaxed, his wedding band catching the light every time he moved his hand.Fred looked like he had nowhere else to be in the world. He had one arm over the back of his chair, dark glasses on despite the lighting, and a smile playing on his lips.“So should I cancel dinner tomorrow night or bring her along?” He asked, cocking his head a little.Paul snorted, before answering. “That depends,” he said. “Is this the one from last week or the new one?
AVAHe walked in without saying a word.When I finally turned to face him, I noticed he had already taken off his suit jacket, and he was watching me.The surprise from the picture earlier vanished instantly, replaced by the anger I came here with.I stepped toward him.“Did you call Greenfield?” I
AVALucien.It had to be him.Foolish of me to think his influence wouldn’t reach here, when he practically controlled the economy of Port Elam.Greenfield included, apparently.I looked at the lead interviewer, then at the others.They wouldn’t meet my eyes for long.I exhaled and forced a small s
LUCIEN The boardroom was quiet. I stood at the head of the table, resting one hand on the polished surface as I looked over the presentation slides projected on the wall. “This is what you consider acceptable?” I said. No one answered. I tapped the remote, switching to the next slide. “Your p
“So you’re back with your rich family now?” Maya, my blood sister, said. I could clearly hear the resentment in her voice.“Maya,” I said softly. “Hi.”She laughed. “Hi?” she repeated. “That’s all you have to say after disappearing into luxury for six years?”My fingers tightened around my phone.







