LOGINThe atmosphere inside the luxurious black Rolls-Royce cabin was eerily quiet, leaving only the soft hum of the engine as it cut through the capital's streets. Isolde sat pressed against the left-side window, deliberately putting as much distance as possible between herself and Lucien, who sat upright on the opposite side. The man's gray eyes stared straight ahead, while Isolde kept twisting the edge of her white dress in her hands, gazing out the window with cheeks that still felt warm.In the driver's seat, Martin Luther drove calmly and professionally. Aunt Hiyuni and the two bodyguards had already been instructed to return home in another vehicle, leaving only the three of them in an awkward silence after the incident on the salon sofa earlier.Screech!"Oh my God!" Martin exclaimed as he slammed on the brakes with a sudden, forceful jerk.Isolde's curvy body, completely unprepared, was instantly thrown forward by inertia. Without thinking, both of her hands shot out in search of s
The moment the glass door of the salon opened for the second time, the atmosphere inside instantly shifted by 180 degrees. Lucien stepped in with a hardened jaw, leading Isolde beside him, the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. The heavy and decisive sound of Lucien's dress shoes echoed across the marble floor, immediately silencing the soft laughter of the two socialite women seated on the velvet sofa."Martin," Lucien called, his voice low yet filled with deadly danger.A man wearing glasses and a neatly tailored suit—Martin Luther, Lucien's trusted personal assistant—immediately stepped forward from the entrance after receiving an emergency phone call several minutes earlier."Yes, Master Lucien?" Martin asked with a respectful bow.Lucien stopped in the middle of the room and directed his icy gray eyes toward the two beautiful blonde women in tight-fitting outfits who had mocked Isolde earlier. The women instantly turned pale, realizing who the man standing beside their ta
Chapter 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







