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Chapter 33: Drugged or...?
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THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR Chapter 34: Don't Think About It
A pale orange light filtered through the thin curtains, casting faint lines across the small, cluttered room. The air was cool and silent except for the soft hum of a ceiling fan. Lucien’s eyes fluttered open slowly. For a moment, everything felt still—his mind blank, his body frozen. Then it all came rushing back. He gasped and sat up straight. His hand flew to his chest as his breathing picked up. His head ached. His body felt strange. But more than that, his memory was in flashes—strong arms, a heavy weight, the scent of alcohol and cologne, lips against his. “ Sir Zayn...” he whispered. Lucien looked down at the rumpled bed. The sheets were twisted, and warm. Zayn was no longer there. He touched his face, then ran a shaky hand through his messy hair. He slid off the bed and walked barefoot toward the small mirror on the wall. It was old, a little dusty at the edges, but it reflected enough. He tilted his head, brushing his fingers over his neck. There—just below his jaw—
THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR Chapter 33: Drugged or...?
Zayn’s polished shoes hit the stone driveway as Day opened the car door. He stepped out sluggishly, his fingers already pulling the dark tie from around his neck with slow, deliberate movements. The cool night air brushed over his skin, but it did little to steady the heat rising beneath it.He paused at the foot of the stairs, rolling his neck and unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt. His breath came a little heavier than usual, his vision swimming slightly as he blinked up at the mansion’s front doors. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. The drug was hitting harder than expected. Much harder. Day stepped forward cautiously. “Boss, do you need help—” Zayn silenced him with a lazy wave of his hand, his jaw clenched in defiance. “I’m fine.” But, he wasn’t.Each step up the staircase felt heavier than the last. Halfway, he stopped to grip the banister and regain his stance. His eyes narrowed as he muttered to himself, “Shit… this dose is
THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR Chapter 32: Bloody Long Day
Zayn sat quietly in the backseat of the black SUV, his elbow resting on the window, his fingers loosely curled near his lips. The streets outside were slowly growing darker, the golden hue of the evening sun bleeding into dusk. He sighed softly as the car cruised down the wide road, escorted at a distance by two other vehicles from his security team. In the front seat, Day was behind the wheel, focused and silent as always. Next to him sat Tarek, the second guard, who kept a close watch on their surroundings. Zayn tilted his head slightly and looked out at the passing buildings, but his mind wasn’t there. It had wandered far—back home. To Lucien. Why the hell am I thinking about him again? His brows drew together in a hard frown. It was happening more and more lately. Lucien’s face would just flash in his mind. That calm, annoying look in his eyes. The way he had sat there in silence that night. Zayn shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the memory. He didn’t want to think about
THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR Chapter 31: Shadows
Zayn stood in front of the tall mirror in his dressing room, fastening the sleek silver strap of his luxury watch. The timepiece, a rare Swiss design, shimmered under the warm lights of the room, its black dial reflecting power and elegance. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned his reflection. Sharp suit. Neatly combed hair. Perfect. Just the way he liked it. He slid his hand into his pocket as Day stepped inside the room, head bowed in the usual sign of respect. "Sir, it's been done," Day reported. Zayn gave a small nod and replied, “Good. Good.” He adjusted the cuff of his shirt, his voice calm but laced with finality. Day hesitated for a second before speaking again. “But, boss... don’t you think it’s time to reveal it? To send her away? Before things get worse?” Zayn’s gaze met Day’s in the mirror. “Keeping your enemies close is better than having them far,” he said smoothly. “When they’re near, you learn their habits, their weaknesses… you know when they strike. You see
THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR Chapter 30: Deadly Switch
Zayn stared at the closed door and shook his head. He wouldn’t lie to himself—he clearly heard what Lucien said earlier, something about being hit after eating. It echoed in his head, soft but piercing. Why had he said that? For some reason, Zayn couldn’t bring himself to punish him anymore. His frown deepened. What is wrong with me? he thought. He returned to his desk and threw himself into his work. Minutes turned to hours. Paperwork, contracts, schedules—all of it drowned his mind. When he finally looked at the time, it was past midnight. Zayn rubbed the back of his neck and stood up. His body ached from sitting too long. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, letting out a long sigh before grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair. He put it on as he stepped out of the study, locking the door behind him. The hallway was silent. The house was asleep. As he walked down the corridor, a faint sound caught his attention. He paused, head tilted slightly, listening. The
THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR Chapter 29: A Glimpse
Lucien stood stiffly in Zayn’s study, unsure whether to sit or remain standing. He shifted from one foot to the other, his legs aching slightly from the long wait. Eventually, the pain won. He slowly sank into the chair, his hands clasped tightly together as he stared at the floor. His thoughts drifted to Zayn. Fear still lingered in his chest. No matter how many times Zayn had hit him before, it never got easier. But this time, Lucien had made up his mind—whatever Zayn decided to do, he would accept it. He let out a loud sigh, shoulders slumping in silent defeat. His mind wandered next to Emily. Since he woke up, he hadn’t seen her. Normally, she would stop by with a quiet smile when the kitchen work slowed down especially what happened with them.. But today? Nothing. Lucien shrugged. She was probably still busy. His stomach growled, reminding him of his real concern at the moment—he was starving. Another sigh escaped him, this time from deep hunger. He was so hungry he could e
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