LOGINAVAI choked.The drink I had just taken went down the wrong pipe and I started coughing immediately, my body jerking as I tried to catch my breath.“Ava.”Lucien's hand came to my back, patting me gently.“Easy,” he said, “Breathe in and out.”He passed me a glass of water. I took a sip, then another, forcing myself to calm down.My chest still felt tight. This was so embarrassing.When I finally got better, I glanced up and saw Lucien was already glaring at Fred.Fred, on the other hand, looked completely unbothered.“What?” he said, raising a brow. “Did I say something wrong?”“Yes,” Jason muttered under his breath.Fred ignored him.“I’m just asking,” he continued. “You’ve announced it publicly. That means you’re engaged… technically.”Paul nodded thoughtfully. “He does have a point.”Sheila turned to him and hit his shoulder. “Don’t encourage him.”Paul raised his hands. “I’m just being logical.”Fred grinned, clearly pleased with himself, and I just wished the ground would just
AVA“No.”I shook my head, taking a step back.“No… no, Stella.”My hands came up to my chest like I could physically push the words away.“That’s not true.”Stella didn’t move or argue loudly. She just watched me.“The earlier you accept it,” she said softly, “the better you’ll feel. You’re fighting something that’s already there.”I stopped, my chest rising and falling unevenly.“He’s my brother,” I whispered, trying to hold on to the only excuse that made sense to me.Stella rolled her eyes. “There you go again.”I frowned. “What does that mean?”“It means you keep hiding behind that,” she said. “Do you want me to remind you that you’re adopted?”A jolt of pain shot through me.“And they never really accepted you as their daughter,” she continued, “You don’t even carry their last name.”“Stella.”“I’ve known you for four years,” she went on. “And not once, not one single time, have I heard you call Seraphina and Alaric ‘mom’ or ‘dad.’”I didn't know what to say because she wasn’t w
AVA“We?” I said, stopping in my steps.Fred pointed lazily as he walked. “Me. Jason. Paul. Lucien.”Then he jerked his thumb toward Sheila. “And her now, since she is married to Paul.”My brows lifted in surprise. I turned to Lucien hoping he would confirm what I just heard, but he wasn’t looking at me.His gaze was ahead, focused on where we're headed, like it wasn’t even something worth mentioning.That somehow made it more real.We continued walking until we reached a private elevator that took us upstairs.When the doors opened, I stepped out and froze.The room was…different. It was made of glass all around. The walls looked completely transparent from the inside, giving a full view of the entire club below, the lights, the people, the movement.But somehow, I knew from outside, no one could see in.It felt hidden...planned...powerful, and suddenly, I understood.This wasn’t just a place to have fun, this was where they watched everything, misbehaving heirs and heiresses, withou
The moment I stepped in, I realised I wasn’t prepared for this. The limousine was filled with new faces. I only recognised two of them from the bar that night. Fred and Jason. Then my eyes moved further and I saw another man sitting opposite them, composed and well put together. He looked familiar like I had seen his face before. News? Articles? I wasn't sure but it was something in that world. Beside him was a beautiful woman who carried herself with ease. Before I could even process any more, Lucien’s hand rested at my back, guiding me in properly. I moved and sat against the window. He followed, taking the seat right beside me. “We’re here,” he said casually like I hadn’t just been crying a few minutes ago. “So… what’s up?” “Look at him,” Fred said, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Still acting like we dragged him here.” Then his attention moved to me, his expression warming instantly. “Hi,” he said, leaning forward. “Before he ruins the mood completely...hi.” That pul
AUTHOR Lucien didn’t slow down until they were far from the garden.He went through a private corridor, past doors that remained closed until he stopped in front of one.He pressed his finger against the scanner and after a soft click, the door opened.He stepped in and set her down.Ava landed on the couch, then shifted a little to balance herself. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breathing was still uneven, and her hands gripped the edge of the seat, needing something to hold onto.Lucien shut the door behind them. The sound echoed loud in the room.For a moment, neither of them spoke.He stood there, looking at her while she sat there, trying to catch her breath.“You’re the only one,” Lucien said finally, his voice low, “who can get away with what you just did. If it was anyone else..."He stopped, making Ava look up at him thinking he'd be enraged, but his expression was calm.“But don’t mistake that for permission,” he continued, taking a step closer. “Because it doesn’t me
AVA“Ava Carson.”Ava's heart dropped.Alaric stepped forward, taking the microphone from Seraphina with so much gentleness.“As much as we would love to indulge your curiosity,” he said smoothly, a faint smile playing on his lips, “her identity will remain private… until the wedding.”The room broke in murmurs.“Did he just say Ava Carson?”“Who is she?”“I’ve never heard that name before…”“Is she even from here?”“Could she be a foreigner?”"Is she an heiress?"“Impossible. We would know.”Their disappointment threaded through it too. It was subtle, but present from families who had hoped to marry their daughters into the Hale family.Across the room, Lucien stood exactly where he had been, unmoved by the storm his name had just created.He picked up a glass of champagne, lifting it in the direction of his parents in silent acknowledgment.Seraphina returned it with a soft smile while Alaric gave a nod like everything had gone exactly as planned.For a second, no one else moved, th







