LOGINThird Person’s POV, The professor’s office smells of old books and cheap disinfectant. Celene sits on the edge of the chair, scrunching up her nose and Seraphina crosses her legs with her smile sharpened to something decorative and dangerous.The professor clears his throat as he enters and Seraphina turns slowly to acknowledge him. Celene doesn’t. The professor frowns, wondering who these ladies are. “You said this was…” He sits opposite them. “Urgent.” “It is,” Celene replies smoothly, her voice clipped. She doesn’t smile and the Professor’s spine shivers. “We are concerned about a particular student.”Seraphina leans forward, resting an elbow on her knee, chin propped on her fingers. “Very concerned,” She adds sweetly. “She has a habit of…how do I put this? Taking things that do not belong to her.”The professor frowns. “If this is about academic misconnduct, I’m the wrong person to meet.”Celene raises a hand. “You are exactly the person I want to meet.”She straightens her bac
Elara’s POV,Lucien walks in to silence.Water drips from Celene’s sleeve onto the marble floor. Seraphina stands frozen, soaked, mascara carving black rivers down her cheeks. I’m still holding myself perfectly upright, and my pulse is steady like I didn’t just redraw the power map of this house.Lucien stops at the threshold. He takes it all in in one sweep, and his gaze lands on me first. Looking up like he knew I was there all along. He groans, and I smile. “Mi rey!” I call out, now already used to it. Mi Rey is almost mocking. An inside joke. He’s my king in name. He gives me a sweet smile, and I continue. “You didn’t tell me your mother was visiting.”I pass Celene, bumping into her shoulder, and go downstairs, never breaking eye contact with him.“A total slip on my part,” I say, as I go to hold his arm. It hit me that that has also become a habit for me. Holding his arm. “But I may have given her the wrong welcome gift.”I whisper, and he bends to do the same. “Cara, did you p
Elara’s POV, I’m on the upper balcony when they arrive.I hear the heels clicking on marble and smell the perfume drifting upward. Their voices are so loud. I take a sip of my champagne, and sneer. Seraphina.And Lucien’s mother. I know she was going to arrive that morning because I’d heard the servants talking. It irks me that Lucien didn’t deem it fit to inform me. Speaking of things irking me, Lucen and I haven’t spoken for more than a while. It irritates me almost as much as noticing even does. I can’t help it. The rooms are quieter when he’s not there. Recently, I’ve found myself looking in any room I enter for him.I lean against the balustrade, laptop forgotten beside me, and look down like the queen I am. The mistress of this mansion. Celene Kòrvac enters first.She doesn’t look up immediately; she clearly never does. Women like her expect the world to tilt its head for them, not the other way around. Seraphina follows, dressed in something yellow and expensive, already wea
Lucien’s POV, It’s been three days since Solis brought in a random lady and declared her Asher’s nanny. I hate to admit it, but Lucy was a perfect choice for Asher. Asher has never really had any problem with the elderly, but I know firsthand how difficult it is to impress Asher. For four days, Asher couldn’t look me in the eye. He ran in the opposite direction anytime he saw me. I remember I had to buy him a lot of gifts and promise him to take care of his mother before he could comfortably call me his father. Speaking of, Elara still hadn’t told her friends that I am Asher’s real father. Sometimes, I wonder what that woman is thinking. My train of thoughts is interrupted by my phone ringing. My mother. I inhale and swipe to pick up, but stop myself. I feel like I’m forgetting something today. My mother was, of course, furious when she heard I had a bride already. Especially a bride who had no important social standing, and she demanded to see Solis. I think it’s been over a wee
Elara’s POV,When they leave, Lucy speaks up from beside me. “Such a cute couple. I never thought I’d see the day.”I squawk, actually squawk, in surprise before clearing my throat. I face her amused self and smile.“What do you mean, you never thought you’d see the day?” I ask and lead her towards my room. “Oh, umm…” She hesitates. “Oh, why bother? You’re his wife already; surely you must know.”We take a turn. “Know what?”“Ah, it’s nothing.” She waves her hand. “Really.”I open the room door and walk in. “Lucy, you are going to be taking care of our son.” I pause and turn to face her. “I’ll appreciate real honesty.”“You’re speaking of honesty?” She scoffs, and I raise a brow. Interesting. She still has a backbone, thank goodness.“Whatever do you mean?” I feign innocence, shrugging, and she frowns, looking around.“I don’t know any Noemi.” She whispers. “Why did you tell your husband that?”I pour a cup of brandy for myself and take a sip. “Ah, would you have preferred me tellin
Elara’s POV, “Elara!” She stumbles before catching herself. “Is that you, Elara?”“Yes, Lucy.” I choke back a sob. “It’s me.”~ ~ A DAY BEFORE“Lucy…”My voice falters as I read further. Lucy comes back to me the way unfinished things always do. Inevitably.I had found her name buried in old staff records while tracing a different thread, one of many small cruelties the Virelli household dressed up as discipline. I remember everything.I remember her hands first. Always warm and steady. The way she slipped extra bread onto my plate without the others knowing. The way she spoke to me was like a person, not an inconvenience or a mistake. In a mansion built on power, Lucy had been gentle. I remember the night I was locked in the shack again for “burning Ayra’s uniform”. Lucy had lit a candle and snuck in to stay with me. I remember the stories she told me. How she made me laugh. How I cried on her shoulder. How I confided in her that I hated my life. I remember how I saw her as my mo
Elara’s POV,“I’m so old fashioned?” He raises a brow and I roll my eyes, then narrow them at his hand holding the popsicle. “What’s that?” I assk, and he shrugs. I place a hand on my waist. “Yes?”“It’s Asher’s.” He looks around, suddenly his face turned white. “Where is he?”My eyes twitch. “Wha
Elara’s POV,“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” I exclaim to him, but he just ignores me, still writing whatever shit he was writing on his desk. “Tell Asher you can’t go.”“And why should I? I can go.” He says, without still looking at me. Frustrated, I slam my hands on his desk,
Lucien’s POV,FIVE YEARS AGO- - - - -In the morning, I sit at the head of the table, the marriage contract laid out in front of me like a corpse dressed for burial. The Virelli family owes mine a mountain of debt, and my father had agreed with the patriarch. Their daughter belongs to us, and the V
Elara’s POV,“I did! I did!” He exclaims, raising his hand. “Mummy, remember? That day you took me to Wonderland!”My mind flashes suddenly to one of those escape heists that failed, when I used the guise of taking him to Wonderland. I remember him rambling all about school, but I guess I was too f







