LOGINChapter 14 — Being Called Beautiful by the Head of the Blackthorne Family"I... I can't go to that party, Mr. Lucien," Isolde sobbed between her cries, her voice muffled by the fabric of Lucien's shirt. "I'll only become a circus clown who embarrasses your family..."Aunt Hiyuni and the two bodyguards finally arrived near them, standing at a respectful distance with their heads lowered, not daring to interrupt the rare moment.Lucien slowly lowered his hand, placing it on Isolde's back even though he did not fully return the embrace. He lifted his head and looked sharply at his head housekeeper. "What exactly happened?" Lucien asked, his tone sounding slightly sharper than usual.Aunt Hiyuni stepped forward, her face showing restrained anger. "Master... earlier at the salon, Young Miss was mocked by some beautiful girls who were getting treatments. They insulted Young Miss's appearance with very cruel words."Without realizing it, one of Lucien's hands at his side clenched tightly unt
"Young Miss, the car is ready outside," Aunt Hiyuni, the senior housekeeper of Blackthorne Mansion, called out as she respectfully lowered her head at the doorway of Isolde's room.Isolde let out a heavy sigh as she stared at her reflection, still dressed in a loose maroon T-shirt. Reluctantly, she picked up her small crossbody bag and followed behind the middle-aged woman. At the very least, she could get away for a while from the house inhabited by those lion-headed perverted men.After a thirty-minute drive, they arrived in front of a magnificent glass building in an elite district of South Jakarta. Le Sillage Salon & Spa. The number one beauty destination frequented by socialites and top celebrities.The moment the three-meter-tall glass doors opened, the scent of lavender and jasmine essential oils immediately filled the air. Inside the gold-and-white-themed interior, several tall young women with model-like figures sat casually on velvet sofas, designer outfits perfectly hugging
Chapter 12 — The Second Monster Who Keeps Teasing MeIsolde swallowed hard, feeling her throat suddenly go dry under Lucien's piercing gaze. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Evander, who was deliberately resting his chin on his hand, watching her with anticipation as though he were enjoying an entertaining comedy show."I-it's... there was a big ant crawling on my leg earlier, Mr. Lucien," Isolde explained, her voice trembling slightly though she tried to make it sound as natural as possible. She clenched the hem of her maroon skirt beneath the table, hiding her cold fingers. "I screamed out of reflex because it startled me."Lucien did not respond immediately. His gray eyes narrowed slightly as he shifted his gaze toward Evander, who still maintained a faint smile on his lips, before looking back at Isolde. After several seconds of tense silence, Lucien let out a quiet snort and folded his business newspaper."This mansion is cleaned every day by dozens of servants. If ther
Azriel twirled the handle of his paintbrush between his fingers with remarkable calm, as though the tension that had just filled the studio had been nothing more than an illusion. He looked up and met Lucien's gray eyes, which were piercing into him mercilessly."I was watching porn," Azriel replied flatly, without the slightest hint of nervousness in his voice.Lucien frowned, the corner of his lips twitching sharply at the answer. Without warning, he strode forward. His large hand shot out and immediately grabbed Azriel's right ear, twisting it hard enough to jerk the youngest man's head to the side."Ow—Brother, let go," Azriel complained, finally grimacing as he set his brush down on the table."Disgusting," Lucien hissed, releasing his ear with a rough shove. He flicked his hand as though he had just touched something filthy. "The moaning sounds from your phone were incredibly annoying downstairs. Put on your earphones if you're going to do something so useless, Azriel.""Yeah, y
The hands of the wall clock in Isolde's room had already passed one in the morning, yet her eyelids refused to close. The woman rolled onto her right side, staring at the empty wall, then turned to her left and looked at the curtains swaying gently.Her stomach was full now. There was no longer any reason for it to ache the way it had the previous night.Yet the memory of what had happened in the backyard garden that afternoon seemed unwilling to leave. Every time Isolde closed her eyes, she could feel Evander's wet tongue against her sensitive skin again, the strange tremor that had weakened her knees, and the sensation of being suspended at the peak of desire in a tormenting way."I'll go crazy if this keeps up," Isolde whispered into the darkness of her room.Feeling hot and frustrated with her own thoughts, Isolde threw aside her silk blanket. She decided to leave her room and get some fresh air in the hallway, hoping sleep would finally come.Barefoot, she walked along the cold f
"Let go!" Isolde shrieked, her voice echoing in a muffled pitch into the quiet afternoon air.Both of her palms gripped the muscular arms wrapped around her waist, trying with all her might to force the man to back down. However, the embrace only tightened further, pulling her back until it pressed flawlessly against his broad chest without a single gap.A low chuckle sounded right beside her ear, followed by the touch of wet lips along her jawline."You are so tense, sweet girl," Evander whispered in a husky tone of voice, deliberately slowing down every exhalation of his breath on the skin of Isolde’s neck.Isolde closed her eyes tightly as she felt the tip of Evander's tongue move slowly, softly wiping the sensitive area under her ear before giving small, wet kisses. Her full body instantly trembled violently. Her heart thundered so fast that it felt like it was hammering her chest cavity. There was a strange sensation that suddenly popped in her lower abdomen—a surge of heat that







