The morning sun filtered through the windows as Eleanor stepped out of her room, dressed in a sleek cream blazer and tailored trousers. Today’s her official debut at the company. Her first real project presentation. Her first time standing before the board.She has to ensure no one would ruin it.“Oh, Lady Eleanor!” Jane called, catching up. She wore her usual polite smile and carried a fresh cup of coffee. “Wait, your collar’s a little uneven. Let me just fix it real quick—”Jane’s hand was already reaching for Eleanor’s shoulder when Eleanor stepped back.It was subtle but firm. Enough to make Jane pause mid-air.“I got it,” Eleanor said with a small smile. “But thanks.”Jane blinked, masking her reaction quickly. “Oh. Okay. Just thought I’d help.”“I know,” Eleanor replied, already adjusting the blazer herself. “But I prefer doing it on my own today.”It was in this exact moment, in her past life, that Jane had reached behind her and under the guise of fixing a seam, she clipped a
Lucian insisted on driving Eleanor home.“It’s already past eight,” Eleanor said, checking her phone. “You’ll have to drive all the way back alone, and it’s an hour.”“I know,” Lucian replied, heading toward his car. “Get in.”She wanted to argue more, but his tone left no room for it. And truthfully, part of her didn’t want to be alone tonight.The sky had turned dark by the time they pulled out of the driveway. The road stretched ahead in silence, dimly lit by passing streetlights and the soft golden glow of dashboard lights. Tall trees blurred past outside the window, and the occasional hum of tires over cracks in the pavement filled the car.Neither of them spoke at first. There was a strange comfort in the quiet, like both of them were still sorting through thoughts they couldn't dare to say aloud.“You’re quiet,” Lucian finally said.Eleanor didn’t look at him. “So are you.”“I don’t talk much during long drives.”She turned, slowly. “You really didn’t have to take me home yours
Eleanor walked slowly down the west wing corridor, past the long, quiet stretch of halls that felt colder and more distant than the rest of the estate. This part of the house felt like it belonged to someone who preferred silence over company. She reached the door at the end, hesitated for a second, then let herself in.Lucian’s room was darker than she expected. Not gloomy, but composed. Muted grays, deep navy, a lot of books on the shelf. Her eyes lingered on the corner table stacked with files, the untouched reading chair by the window, and the simple bed with crisp linens. Every detail was precise, like him.Lucian leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. “Too small for you?”Eleanor blinked. “What?”He gestured around the room. “The space. It’s not exactly what most women dream of, is it?”She shook her head with a small laugh. “No, I like it.”Lucian gave a faint smile, then turned and pulled his polo over his head, revealing his chiseled upper body beneath. Eleanor imm
“It was just here,” she whispered to herself, crouching down to peek under the narrow bed. “I swear I was wearing it…”Eleanor rummaged through the drawers, pulled open cabinets, even checked the trash bin twice. Her hands moved fast, desperate, her heart racing louder than the rustling of papers and clinking of glass bottles inside the hospital room.Cecilia stirred on the bed, her voice groggy.“What are you looking for, Eleanor?”“My necklace,” Eleanor muttered, standing up and brushing her hair back with trembling fingers. “The one Lucian gave me.”Her mother sat up slowly, watching her with soft concern. “Did you leave it at the café?”“I already checked,” Eleanor said quickly, her voice cracking. “I went back right after noticing it was gone. I asked the staff. They said they didn't see anything.”She stopped, hands gripping the edge of the bedside table. A lump rose in her throat.“That must be why Lucian looked at me like that… why he walked away without saying anything.”Elea
The black car cruised smoothly through the city. Morning light poured in through the windows, but the air inside was far from warm.Lucian sat by the window, arms folded, gaze unmoving. Damien sat beside him, one leg crossed, glancing every now and then like he was deciding whether to poke a sleeping bear.Eventually, Damien broke the silence."So... breakfast with the family. Can’t remember the last time we all did that. I think Sebastian was still pretending to be a vegetarian back then."Lucian didn’t laugh. He didn’t even blink.Unbothered, Damien kept going. "You know, you’ve always had this... very specific talent for making a room go silent without saying a word. It's impressive. Terrifying, but impressive."Lucian said nothing.Damien sighed, drumming his fingers lightly on his knee. "Look, I’m not trying to be annoying. I just figured maybe this time we could talk like brothers instead of... I don’t know, cold war diplomats."Lucian finally turned to face him, brows slightl
Cecilia Valemont had always moved with grace. To the world, she was a composed and luminous presence. Something unshakable. But even marble cracks. A rare autoimmune condition. Chronic but manageable. Systemic Lupus Erythematosus, is how they called it, and Eleanor remembered the outcome. It weakened the immune system of her mother to the point that even a mild infection could become dangerous. In time, it attacked Cecilia’s organs. Cecilia had passed not from a violent cause, but a quiet, persistent one.This time, they caught it early. Her sudden collapse triggered an aggressive battery of tests, and thanks to that, she had a chance.“She’s going to need consistent treatment,” the doctor had told them. “Close monitoring, medication to control flare-ups, and a strict diet. Possibly surgery if there’s organ damage, but we’ll know more once she stabilizes. The most important thing is that you brought her in before it progressed any further.”The next morning, sunlight poured gently i