Se connecterLUCIAN“News of you and Ms. Corinne got out.”I tried to hide my expression from her but she was already watching me with alert eyes like she knew this wasn’t just another work call.“Give me a minute,” I said, muting the line.“What’s going on?” she asked, lowering her bag onto the counter.“Let’s talk in my office,” I pointed to the stairs. “It’s urgent.”She hesitated for a second, eyes flicking to her wristwatch like she was weighing how much this would cost her, then she nodded. “Fine.”We didn’t speak as we headed for my office. I shut the door behind us and moved to my desk while she took the chair opposite me.I unmuted the call. “Talk.”Isaac didn’t waste time. “A media blog called Celebrity World broke the story about thirty minutes ago. They’ve got pictures of you both and it’s fast picking up traction.”“What kind of pictures?”“Enough to start rumors. We’re trying to find the source but…”Corinne had already pulled out her phone with her fingers moved quickly across the s
LUCIAN“Why are we here?” she asked from beside me and I tried to ignore the way her grip tightened in my hand as she looked up at the boutique’s signage.I pointed to the ruined silk of her shoulder. “To get you out of that.”Her brows drew together immediately. “Lucian, it’s just a torn sleeve. You are acting like I’m walking around half naked.”“You might as well be doing just that.”She let out a quiet breath and tugged at my coat wrapped around her shoulders. “Your jacket is literally swallowing me whole. No one can even see the tear.”She isn’t wrong. My jacket hung off her frame with the hem hitting the back of her thighs and the sleeves burying her fingers completely.I shook my head at the mix of guilt and possessiveness swirling in my head and immediately cut my gaze to the doorman. He withered under my stare, stepping back as if he were the one who had laid a hand on her.I returned my gaze to her. “I can see it.”“You are exhausting to deal with.”“You will survive.” I tol
CORINNE“How much longer is this going to take?” I asked, watching the nurse wrap the blood pressure cuff around my arm.“Just a few more minutes,” she replied calmly. “Do you have a guardian or spouse we can call to pick you up?”“No,” I answered immediately, surprised by how easily the response came.Technically, I do have a husband—a billionaire contract with a wedding ring—but the answer is still a no. I’m not his real wife, I’m not his responsibility, and I’m certainly not on his emergency list.I shifted slightly on the bed. “The man I came in with… how is he?”“He will be admitted,” she said, scanning her chart. “He has a fractured ribs and a concussion, but he’s being attended to by the doctors, so you can just relax and let the IV finish—”“Sir, you can’t just go in there! Please, hold on a second.”The nurse and I both flinched at the sudden commotion coming from the reception area and at the sound of a heavy fist slamming against the counter, we turned toward the noise but
LUCIAN“Is she on her way?”Isaac didn’t even bother to look up from the file in his hands when he asked, and that’s because he had already said the same thing twice in the last ten minutes.I checked my watch anyway, more to keep my temper in check than for the time.“This is the third time you’re asking,” I said, fighting the sudden urge to throw my pen at his head. “And I already told you. She’ll be here by noon.”I angled my wrist toward him. “We still have thirty-five minutes.”He exhaled loudly then began tapping the edge of the document against the desk like he was trying to shake answers out of it.Corrine and I had spent most of last night locked in the library, going through every possible angle. Every move Nathan could make and every weakness we could exploit, and Christ... the whole time, my head was spinning as I found myself watching her more than the papers.Seeing the way her brilliant mind worked—how she could spot a diverted fund and errors before I even finished the
LUCIANI’m so red with furiousness that even my skin felt too tight for my body. Heat climbed up my neck, settled behind my eyes and stayed there as my hands curled into fists with the violent urge to pummel something into the dirt.If I could get my hands on that scumbag right now, I wouldn’t just hurt him—I’d likely end him.How can a man be that vile? To Corinne, of all people.Sure, she’s a handful and quite stubborn, and God knows she has a mouth on her that could start a war, but that’s the heart of her charm. That’s the part of her that pulls you in before you even realize it.It doesn’t give anyone the right to hurt her.“He really threatened you with all that?” I asked, my low voice coming out like a cracks of a thunderstorm.She’s sipping her tea and trying her best to look unbothered but she wasn’t fooling me. Her shoulders were hunched and her small frame was curled inward as if she’s trying to find a way to disappear into the bean bag.She finally caught my eyes and force
CORINNE“Nathan and I met at a company event while I was still at Hargrove Financials,” I began shakily. “I was twenty-four, ambitious and had the big names in the industry seeking me out.”I stared into my tea, letting the steam dampen my face. “I’ve always been the type to keep my head down. I didn’t care to entertain people, I had no time for friendships or distractions. It was just me, myself and more work so I still don’t know how I let him in.”I let out a snort. “Actually, that’s a lie. I know exactly how. That night, we ended up stuck in the same corner and he made me feel like we were the only two sane people in a room full of pretentious assholes, we bonded over how much we hated the industry.”Lucian bristled but he didn’t say anything. I glanced up at him briefly before looking away again.“Nathan was… charming. Effortlessly so. The kind of man who can make you feel like you are the only person in the room when he speaks to you, he listens and pays attention. We liked the
CORINNEIt’s Monday.And I’m currently standing like a sacrificial lamb in front of the Delacroix building. One hand grips the strap of my bag hard enough to leave dents in my palm while the other balanced the ridiculous fruit basket Stella had framed as a ‘token of appreciation’ for Lucian’s appea
CORINNEI pushed a hand through my short, disheveled hair and tried pulling my emotions back together but my mind was spinning faster than I could think straight.“Who was that?” Benny’s voice came from behind me, tinged with curiosity and concern.I picked up the package and bouquet from the porch
CORINNECity streets blurred past and cab lights reflected off the windows, but I haven’t been able to stop laughing the entire drive back to my apartment. The paper bag containing his shirt and that ridiculous file was tightly clutched in my hand even when my mind was completely tangled in him—Luc
CORINNEIt was barely the start of a new week, and somehow Lucian fucking Delacroix had already managed to get under my skin again. I hated that I was even thinking about it, but there was no ignoring the way he kept looking at me.He’d looked at me this morning with something close to dark delight







