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The next morning...Hale Corporation.The atmosphere inside the executive meeting room was tense enough to suffocate anyone weaker.Multiple board members sat around the enormous conference table while financial charts and overseas projections filled the massive screen behind them. Voices overlapped one another as executives discussed numbers, investors, and expansion plans worth billions.“…if we secure the European investors before the fourth quarter, the projected shares will rise significantly...”“The shipping delays are still our biggest concern...”“We can reroute production through...”At the head of the table sat Lucian.As always, he was silent, cold, and unreadable.His sharp eyes scanned the documents in front of him while one hand rested lazily against the armrest of his chair. He hadn’t spoken much since the meeting began, yet his mere presence dominated the entire room effortlessly.Nobody dared relax around him.Even now, the directors spoke carefully, constantly mon
As usual... the Hale mansion was lively as ever Soft music drifted quietly through the kitchen while Elara stood barefoot beside the marble counter, slowly slicing strawberries into neat pieces. The oversized black sweater hanging from her frame belonged to Lucian, the sleeves so long they nearly swallowed her hands completely. Her hair was loosely tied back, a few soft strands falling around her face every now and then. She was living the best of life. Indeed, fate gave her another chance of happiness after her rebirth. Every couple of seconds, she glanced toward the living room... Toward him. Lucian sat on the large cream-colored sofa with a laptop resting open on his lap, one arm lazily stretched across the backrest. On the surface, he looked focused, like the cold and powerful CEO everyone feared. But in reality? He had barely read a single sentence on the screen for the last ten minutes. His attention kept drifting back to her. Always back to her. His wife, his woman,
At the far end of the table, Aaron sat in silence with a glass of whiskey in his hand.He had barely spoken since dinner began.The dim light reflected against the amber liquid as he slowly swirled the glass.His expression was unreadable cold, and detached.But there was something deeply unsettling about the silence surrounding him tonight. Something unstable.Marjorie carefully turned toward him.“Aaron?”No response.“Aaron,” she repeated more cautiously.Slowly, he lifted his gaze. And for a brief second, even Marjorie felt uneasy.There was something dark in his eyes now. Something obsessive.“She belongs with us... Me,” Aaron said quietly.Ethan immediately frowned and Marjorie blinked in confusion.Aaron leaned back in his chair, his voice calm in a way that felt almost frightening.“That man took her away from this family. He fucking took her away from me.”“She left willingly,” Ethan said flatly. He had come to realize the consequences of his family's actions. Aaron’s finger
The Vaughn mansion had never felt this cold before.Not because of the weather outside.The marble floors were still polished to perfection. The chandeliers still glowed with golden light. Servants still moved quietly through the hallways with lowered heads.But something inside the mansion had changed.Humiliation had settled into the walls like rot.For the first time in years, the Vaughn family had become the subject of whispers among the elite.Not admiration or fear. But mockery.The hospital incident from a week ago had spread through high society faster than wildfire. Every businessman, every socialite, every wealthy family in the city had heard about it.They all knew how Lucian and the Hale family publicly humiliated the Vaughns.How he and his family stood in front of Elara like a shield.How security had thrown the Vaughns out of the hospital in front of everyone. Like unwanted trash.And worst of all? Nobody defended them. Nobody pitied them.Because deep down, people had
The driver swallowed painfully before speaking again, voice trembling harder now. “I just needed money,” he whispered brokenly. “They promised enough to help my family if I caused the accident…” “And you agreed,” Lucian said factually. Tears slid down the driver’s bruised face. “I know what I did was wrong,” he choked out. “I know… but I swear I never planned to kill anyone. They only told me to hit the car hard enough to scare you. I didn’t know it would turn out to be something that bad… Heck! I didn’t even know it was your car.” Lucian’s eyes darkened dangerously. “You expect me to believe that?” “I’m telling the truth!” The man broke down completely then, sobbing openly despite the pain it caused him. “My daughter is seven,” he whispered shakily. “My son is ten… I just wanted money for them…” Silence swallowed the room once more. Then Lucian finally spoke quietly. “If my wife had died…” The driver stopped breathing from that one incomplete sentence. Lucian’s voice remai
The driver nodded frantically through tears. “They didn’t do anything… please… Mr. Hale...” And for the briefest moment, something shifted behind Lucian’s eyes. Because suddenly, against his own will, he thought of Elira. Her smile. The car finally came to a stop in front of a massive abandoned warehouse hidden far beyond the city limits, isolated enough that no one would hear screams if they echoed through the night. Rain had started sometime during the drive, pouring steadily now, washing over the rusted steel exterior and dripping from the edges of the roof in heavy streams. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance, low and ominous, while the headlights illuminated cracked concrete stained by years of neglect. The entire place looked dead... cold, forgotten, and dangerous. One of Lucian’s men rushed forward the second the vehicle stopped, quickly opening the back door with an umbrella. “Sir.” Lucian stepped out without responding. The night air carried the scent of rai
CHAPTER SEVEN Lucian Hale sat in the back seat of his black luxury car, his long legs crossed with dignity, his spine straight, his presence commanding even in silence, as his driver smoothly navigated the road leading back to the Hale residence. The city passed by outside the window but Lucian d
CHAPTER EIGHTLucian entered his bedroom and closed the door behind him with a soft click.For a long moment, he stood there without moving.The room was vast, expansive in the way only wealth could afford, yet cold in its perfection, with dark-toned walls, muted lighting, and every surface polishe
CHAPTER SIXLucien was confused. The Elara he remembered was quiet, withdrawn, always apologizing even when she wasn't wrong. She avoided conflict, shrank into herself, and accepted humiliation with her head bowed. She had only ever shown flashes of emotion around him, anger, irritation, and fea
The chapel was filled with guests on this long-awaited wedding day, every pew taken, every aisle crowded, every corner filled with whispered conversations. The Vaughn family had extended invitations to numerous people, business contacts, influential partners, distant relatives who suddenly remembe







