Mag-log inLucy woke to the relentless buzzing of her phone.For a moment, she thought she had imagined it. Then the vibration continued, rattling across the nightstand beside her bed. With a groan, she reached for it, her bruised ribs aching as she rolled onto her side.The screen was completely flooded with notifications. Thousands of direct messages, tags, and missed calls blurred together. Lucy opened the first news application on her feed. The headline sat at the very top of the page in bold, black letters: THE BILLIONAIRE’S SPY: UNFAITHFUL WIFE EXPOSED IN MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CORPORATE PLOT.She sat upright so quickly that pain shot through her side.Her fingers trembled as she scrolled.The article was filled with photos and videos. Security footage showed her entering Jonathan's off-campus house on the night of the storm. Someone had carefully edited the clips, removing everything that happened before and after.Beneath the footage were screenshots of fake edited messages. Messages that
The crystal ashtray flew across the office and exploded against the wall.Adrian barely managed to dodge it. The shattered pieces scattered across the floor as Arthur Matthews rose from behind his desk, his face red with fury."What were you thinking?" he thundered.Adrian stiffened. He hadn't seen his father this angry in years."Father—""No." Arthur slammed both hands onto the desk. "What possessed you to stop Thomas Quinn's medical funding?"Adrian's jaw tightened."Blake Holdings hit us again this morning," he said. "We're losing money every day. Lucy is connected to Jonathan Blake. She had to understand there are consequences."Arthur stared at him in disbelief. Then he laughed."You really are an idiot."Adrian's face darkened.Arthur walked around the desk and stopped directly in front of him. "Do you know why Lucy is still here?"Adrian said nothing."She isn't here because she loves you. She isn't here because she respects this family. She is here because her father is alive
The office door had barely closed behind them when Adrian struck her.The blow came so fast Lucy didn't have time to react. Pain exploded across the side of her head, sending her stumbling into the edge of the desk. The corner slammed into her ribs and knocked the air from her lungs. She collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath as dizziness washed over her. For a few seconds, all she could hear was the ringing in her ears and the pounding of her own heart."Get up."Adrian's voice was low and dangerous.She lifted her head. He looked nothing like the man she had once admired. His tie hung loose around his neck, his shirt was wrinkled, the stench of alcohol on him was suffocating. "Adrian..." she whispered."Get up, you useless bitch!"The shout echoed through the office.Fighting the pain in her ribs, Lucy grabbed the side of the desk and slowly pushed herself upright. Across the room, a financial news channel played silently on the television. Red numbers crawled across the screen
They stumbled backward without breaking the kiss. Her coat slipped from her shoulders and pooled on the floor. Jonathan’s hands roamed her body with urgent hunger—sliding down her back, gripping her waist, then lower to cup her ass and lift her against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips instinctively as he carried her to a table in the hallway, sweeping aside a lamp and a stack of documents with one arm. Papers fluttered to the floor like fallen leaves.He set her on the edge, stepping between her thighs, and finally tore his mouth from hers to trail scorching kisses down her neck. His teeth grazed her pulse point; sucking her hard and marking her. She arched with a gasp, her head falling back, offering more of herself. “Jonathan…” His name left her lips like a plea. Her hands shoved at his shirt, buttons scattering as she ripped it open. She pressed her palms to his bare chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart and the heat of his skin. He yanked her blouse open in return,
The next morning, Lucy woke with only one thought in her mind.She could not fight the Matthews family alone.For hours, she stared at her phone, reading Jonathan's unanswered messages. Anger still burned inside her, but beneath it was something even stronger—the need for answers. Finally, she unlocked his contact and sent a text. 'Where are you?'His reply came almost immediately: 'Home. Why?'Less than an hour later, Lucy slipped out of the estate wearing oversized sunglasses, a scarf, and a long coat. Her bruise remained hidden beneath layers of makeup, but she still kept her head down as she made her way across the city.When she reached Jonathan's house, she didn't hesitate. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.Jonathan appeared in the hallway almost instantly. The moment he saw her, relief flashed across his face."Lucy." He took a step forward.Lucy shoved him hard in the chest. "Don't."The single word cracked with anger making Jonathan to stop moving. For a few seco
Lucy curled up in bed trying to sleep the loneliness away. Suddenly, the front door slammed hard enough to shake the framed photographs hanging along the hallway walls.She jumped out of the bed and hurried down to bottom of the staircase just as Adrian stumbled into the mansion. One glance told her he had been drinking. His tie was missing, the collar of his shirt hung open, and the sharp scent of whiskey followed him through the room. His face was flushed with anger, and his eyes immediately locked onto hers."Lucy."The way he said her name sent a chill down her spine.She tightened her grip on the wooden banister and forced herself to remain calm. "You're home early."Adrian let out a harsh laugh that carried no humor whatsoever. He crossed the distance between them in seconds, stopping so close that she could see the bloodshot veins in his eyes. "You think this is funny?" he asked."What are you talking about?"His jaw clenched. "Don't play innocent with me."Lucy felt her stoma







