LOGIN“So, you just use me for your safety and leave when you want?” His voice was dangerously low, making everyone shiver. Everyone but Lucia. She looked him square in the eyes, no hint of fear in her clear hazel gaze. “Mr. Sinclair, from the bottom of my heart, I’m truly grateful for your help and for being there for me—but I have nothing to offer you.” Adrian chuckled to himself, hands in his pockets. Lucia was back. The fire in her eyes said it all.... Lucia Gregory has never known an easy life. As an orphan shuffled between foster homes, she learned early on that the only person she could truly rely on was herself. Now in her final year of college, she juggles her demanding studies with long, exhausting shifts at a high-end bar tucked away in the city’s elite district. The job pays the bills, but it also serves as a front-row seat to the world of the wealthy—a world she has no desire to be a part of. Adrian Sinclair. Young, devastatingly handsome, and impossibly rich, he is the heir to Sinclair Enterprises, a global conglomerate built on power and prestige. But despite having everything at his fingertips, Adrian's life is anything but simple. Lacking basic family warmth as a child,he was taught that everything he wanted could be bought with money but when he comes in contact with Lucia,she changes the whole narrative. He feels sudden attraction to her and tries everything to get her,mere fascinating blossoming to something deeper. Will this encounter lead to a simple love story? Will they be able to stand strong when Lucia's past comes knocking and it is discovered that Adrian's family has a hand in it?
View MoreThere was silence in the private hospital room—a thick, padded kind of quiet that seemed to absorb all her thoughts. Now that Adrian had stopped teasing her and her heartbeat wasn’t trying to leap into her throat anymore, Lucia had a moment to look around. The polished, high ceilings. The sleek monitor humming softly. The soft, white linens that felt like they belonged in a five-star hotel rather than a hospital. The large TV screen on the wall. The touch-screen remote for adjusting her bed. Everything screamed VIP. And all Lucia could think was: Debit. Debit. Debit. She began sweating instantly, despite the cool air conditioning. How much would all this cost? Were the walls air-conditioned too? Maybe even the water? Would they bill her for breathing this expensive air? Debit alert. Debit alert. She was practically drowning in the mental flood of imaginary messages from her bank. Her panicked thoughts were interrupted as th
The whiteness pierced first. Then came the sterile scent—antiseptic and cold. Lucia’s lashes trembled against the sharp lighting as she tried to peel open her eyes. Everything felt heavy. Her throat was dry, her body sore, her mind disoriented. “Mia…” she croaked, barely more than a whisper. Her hand fumbled weakly to the side, searching the air in blind desperation for the small, familiar warmth of her best friend’s touch. But instead of Mia’s small, soft hand, her fingers were swallowed by something larger. Warmer. Smooth, but calloused. Masculine. Her brows furrowed slowly, her head dragging itself over the pillow to face the direction of the touch. Adrian. Her dry lips parted slightly, breath catching in her throat at the sight of him—rumpled and unshaven, his white shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes sharp with fatigue but sharper with something else. Relief? “W-Where’s Mia?” she ma
Adrian didn’t wait. The moment he saw her on the floor—still, crumpled, her towel askew and blood darkening her temple—his chest clenched with something brutal and terrifying. “Lucia,” he breathed, voice sharp with panic. Her skin was cold to the touch. Her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in tiny, uneven gasps like each inhale was a war she was losing. He knelt beside her, brushing her damp hair back with trembling fingers. His tailored suit was getting wet, the blood beginning to soak into his white shirt. But he didn’t care. “Alex!” he thundered. His voice echoed like a storm through the hallway. Luckily,the whole school save for a few students were on holiday else this would have blown up. Alex was at the door seconds later. His face paled the moment he saw Lucia. “Don’t just stand there!” Adrian growled. “Open the car—now!” “Yes, sir!” Adrian didn’t wait. He slip
One week.Seven nights of glitter, music, and dim lights. Of fake smiles and heavy trays. Of short catnaps in the morning and a body that never quite felt rested.This had become Lucia’s routine.She’d wake up late in the afternoon, drink two cups of coffee with no sugar, pull her hair into a messy bun, and head back to work as the sun dipped behind Valemont’s skyline. The rhythm was mechanical now. Auto-pilot. Wake, walk, serve, smile, sleep. Repeat.The downtown lounge was decent enough. High-end in its own way. Chic lighting, velvet seats, and just enough class to draw the attention of the nouveau riche—those with money, but not quite taste. Flashy watches. Loud laughter. Tips that were generous if you played your cards right.But it was nothing like Ember Lounge.That place had been elite—quiet, refined, dripping with old money and restraint. A place where men arrived in tailored suits and women sipped martinis without staining their lipstick. Here… it was a touch louder. Less cu
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