LOGINThe venue shimmered beneath golden lighting, a perfect harmony of sleek marble, velvet curtains, and a runway that glowed like starlight. Guests—executives, designers, press, and fashion enthusiasts—waited with bated breath, eyes glittering with anticipation. A large white banner hung above the stage: “Internal Enterprises Presents: Raina Label – The Future of Fashion.” Then the music shifted. A soft hum of drums rose into a gentle crescendo as a group of builders appeared on the runway. Clad in signature black utility outfits embroidered with the brand’s emblem, they began unveiling the intricate panels Raina had spent weeks designing. Seamless, futuristic—a fusion of innovation and elegance. Her vision had come to life. And then she walked out. Raina. Wearing a tailored white pantsuit with silver undertones, hair pinned into a sleek bun, minimal makeup, yet breathtaking in presence. The applause was deafening. She paused at the edge of the runway, scanning the crowd, eyes
Lucian’s breath hitched, raw and trembling as the words tore from him like jagged glass. "Oh, is it also the fact that you ordered my sister to be killed? You fucking killed her in cold blood!" His voice shattered the corridor like thunder, halting everything. His eyes—red with grief and fury—fixed on Dal, his uncle, the man who had smiled in family photos, raised toasts at dinners, the one he had once trusted with everything. Veins bulged at Lucian’s temples, snaking across his skin. His body shook—not from weakness, but from the unbearable weight of betrayal. Before anyone could stop him, Lucian lunged. The sound of his fist connecting with Dal’s jaw cracked like a gunshot. Dal stumbled, nearly slipping from the grip of two officers. Blood spurted from his lip, his head lolling to the side. "You fucking killed my sister!" Lucian roared again. Dal lifted his head slowly, wiping the blood away, and laughed—a dry, cruel sound that sliced through the silence. "Lucian… you’re suc
The heavy black SUV slowed to a smooth stop in front of the towering glass building that housed Lucian Voss Drayden’s empire. Its sleek exterior gleamed under the late morning sun, reflecting the city skyline across the polished pavement. A chauffeur stepped out quickly, moving to the rear passenger door and opening it with a courteous nod. Lucian stepped out, his tall, commanding figure immediately drawing attention. Dressed in a sharply tailored navy suit, the collar of his coat lifted slightly in the breeze, he looked every bit like the man who had once ruled the city’s business world with quiet power. But there was something different today—something magnetic that made his presence impossible to ignore. Raina followed closely, her hand wrapped around his. Her elegant heels clicked softly against the pavement as she scanned the building entrance, sensing the subtle tension in the air. They stood together for a moment—Lucian’s eyes sweeping over the lobby like a man reclaimin
It happened so suddenly—so violently—that Raina’s trembling hand could barely keep the phone steady as she listened to the voice of her friend. She stood frozen by the window in Lucian’s hospital room, eyes wide, mouth agape, as Ella’s voice echoed through the receiver for the last time—followed by laughter. Then, silence. And then, the gunshots. The sound tore through the quiet room like a blade. The phone slipped from Raina’s hand and hit the floor with a hollow thud. But she didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her knees gave out, and she crumpled beside Lucian’s bed, clutching his motionless hand. Tears streamed down her cheeks—hot, relentless, and full of agony. She pressed her forehead against his palm and sobbed. “Lucian… Lucian, please… please come back to me,” she choked, her voice raw and shaking. “I don’t think I can take this anymore. Ella… they took Ella. She was the only one who stayed. The only one who didn’t walk away. And now—now she’s gone. And I’m—Lucian, I’m so scared. I d
It had been exactly one month since Lucian fell into a coma, and during those thirty long days, Raina had not stepped foot outside the hospital walls. Not once. Every single day, she woke up to the same sterile scent, the same echoing footsteps in the corridor, and the same dull lighting of Lucian’s room. Lucian hadn’t responded to any of the nurses whenever they tried to feed him. He would clamp his mouth shut or keep it lax like he wasn’t even aware they were there. But whenever Raina came to feed him, he somehow responded to her voice. The moment she gently whispered his name or told him softly that she had brought his favorite broth, he would part his lips, allowing her to spoon small portions into his mouth. It was the only response he had given since he slipped into the coma. That afternoon, Raina had just finished wiping the corners of Lucian’s lips with a soft napkin, carefully tucking the feeding tray aside. She adjusted the thin blanket covering him and took a deep b
The room was quiet except for the slow hum of the overhead light and the occasional beeping sounds echoing faintly from the ICU hallway down the corridor. Raina lay curled up on the narrow visitor's cot in the special ward, eyes puffy, lips dry, and soul aching with exhaustion. She had cried so much she thought she wouldn’t have tears left for the rest of her life. Lucian’s still form, attached to countless tubes and machines, haunted her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw blood. She saw him. She saw the moment she had screamed his name like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. But now, lying here in the dim light, there was only silence. Visiting hours had ended hours ago, and they had gently led her away from the ICU. She hadn’t fought them—not because she didn’t want to—but because her body had given out on her. Her legs felt like paper. Her heart felt like it had been stepped on, over and over again. Eventually, her hand wandered to her phone and she







