In front of the assembled press and media, Lucius stood tall, his posture unwavering as he addressed the crowd. With calm confidence, he began, “Catherine, my wife, has worked as an assistant to Claude for many years. While we were preparing for our marriage, it was Claude and Annie who spread malicious rumors aimed at destroying Catherine’s reputation and creating a rift between us.”
His gaze never faltered as he locked eyes with the camera. “These rumors are completely baseless,” Lucius continued firmly. “My wife is a woman of great dignity, who has always worked diligently and honestly. The defamatory actions of Claude and Annie have not only tarnished Catherine’s reputation but have also eroded public trust.”
The next day, the story dominated the headlines. In that moment, Lucius publicly acknowledged Catherine’s presence, leaving the press in shock. His co
Catherine froze, her breath catching as Lucius’s words sank in. His gaze was intense, focused on her, waiting for her to speak. His voice had been steady, almost emotionless, but there was something beneath it—a sharp edge that made her heart race and her palms sweat.Revenge. The word hung in the air, dark and tempting. Catherine had thought about it. How could she not? Her mother’s coldness, her stepfather’s control, the betrayal by Liam and Annie—they had all left scars. Some were deeper than others. But acting on it, speaking the words out loud, felt like crossing a line she wasn’t sure she could return from.“I…” Her voice trembled, and she lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t know.”Luciu
Lucius carefully supported Catherine as they made their way out of the hidden chamber. The ground was uneven, and Catherine’s sprained ankle made every step difficult. She leaned on him, holding his arm for balance. His face was calm, but there was a quiet determination in the way he guided her through the dark passages, making sure she was safe.“Just a little further,” he said softly, his voice steady. “You’ll be fine.”Catherine nodded, her heart racing—not just from the pain in her ankle but from everything they had just discovered. The treasure—an incredible fortune hidden beneath the mansion—felt unreal, but it was real. And she and Lucius were the ones who had found it.When they finally stepped into the main hall of the mansion, the cold air hit them hard
The silence was deafening after the sudden descent into darkness. Lucius's body had collided with the floor, his mind whirling as he grasped for his bearings. The fall had been sudden, and for a moment, he wondered if he had injured himself in the chaos of it all. But as his breath steadied, he realized he was unharmed. His body was tense as he adjusted to the complete darkness that surrounded him.He rose slowly, dusting off his coat, and glanced around the room. His eyes strained against the dim light filtering from above, and then, as if by instinct, they fell upon the chests lining the walls. They stood there like silent sentinels, waiting for him to uncover their secrets. Lucius couldn't help the surge of excitement that thrummed through his chest. This was it. The treasure he had been chasing, the one whispered about in his family for generations—was real.Turning around, his gaze caught Catherine’s. She stood a few steps behind him, eyes wide, a mixture of relief and uncertainty
Lucius’s heart raced as he crouched beside Catherine, his mind buzzing with adrenaline. The moment he had seen her fall, a cold, icy fear gripped him, but now, seeing her only slightly injured—a sprained ankle, nothing more serious—he allowed himself to exhale. The tightness in his chest slowly loosened. He straightened up, standing beside her, but his eyes remained fixed on her face, searching for any sign of pain beyond what she had admitted."Can you walk?" His voice was cool, almost detached, but there was an undertone, something beneath the surface—a subtle concern he hadn't meant to show.Catherine, catching her breath, nodded, though her face still held traces of discomfort. "Yes, it’s just a sprain. I’ll manage."Her voice was steady, but Lucius noticed the slight catch in her breath. Despite the casual response, her strength was clear. There was something about the way she bore the discomfort, the way she pushed through the pain, that stirred something in him. Something he di
Catherine struggled to her feet, wincing as a sharp pain shot through her ankle. She must have twisted it during the fall, and her hand instinctively went to the bruise forming on her leg. Every step felt heavier than the last as the cold stone floor beneath her seemed to pull her deeper into the silence. The air around her was damp and stale, carrying the faint metallic tang of something she couldn’t place. It made her uneasy, her breath quickening as she tried to steady herself.She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cold, rough stone of the walls. Desperation clawed at her chest as she ran her hands over the surface, searching for any sign of escape. The stone was uneven, the surface slick with grime. Each movement made her hands slip further, and she gritted her teeth, unwilling to give in to the fear gnawing at her.The darkness around her pressed in like a weight, suffocating her with its quiet menace. She forced herself to breathe, to stay calm, though the growing se
The vast hall loomed around them, its silence broken only by the soft, careful steps of Lucius and Catherine as they ventured deeper into the shadows. Faded tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of battles and ancient ceremonies, their colors long drained by time. The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of old wood, giving the mansion an aura of forgotten secrets.Lucius moved with quiet authority, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed ahead. Catherine followed closely, her steps light and cautious, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, a reminder of the warning Lucius had given her: don’t touch anything.“Stay close,” he commanded, his voice low and sharp. “And keep your hands to yourself. I don’t want any accidents.”“Yes, Lucius,” she replied, her voice steady, though her heart felt a familiar pang at his cold tone. There was no warmth in his gaze, no concern—only a focused detachment. To him, she was nothing more than an obligation, a contract he had to uphold.A