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After the nightmare, Elara remained frozen on the bed for what felt like forever.Her breathing was uneven, shallow, almost painful, as though the dream had wrapped invisible hands around her throat and refused to let go even after she woke up.Sweat clung to the back of her neck despite the coldness spreading through the room, and her heartbeat slammed violently against her ribs hard enough to make her chest ache.For several long seconds, she couldn’t tell what was real anymore.The nightmare still lingered too vividly in her mind.The blood. That voice. Those memories. Or perhaps they weren’t memories at all. Probably just a nightmare. Elara pressed trembling fingers against her temple and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. “What is happening to me…?” she whispered hoarsely into the empty room.Ever since her rebirth, everything had become tangled together in ways she could no longer understand.At first, she had been so certain. So focused and so consumed by hatred.The Vaughn famil
Lucian remained crouched over him for several seconds, breathing heavily, shoulders rising and falling like a wild animal barely restrained by human skin. His knuckles were split open completely now as blood covered his hand, his shirt, and the collar of his coat. But none of that compared to the fury burning inside his chest. Slowly, he stood. The employees immediately stepped backward. Nobody dared come near him. He looked down at Adrian one final time. And when he spoke again, his voice was colder than death itself. “If you touch my wife again…” His eyes darkened murderously. “I’ll erase your entire family name from existence.” Then he turned around and walked away without looking back. The crowd immediately scattered out of his path like frightened prey fleeing a predator. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the devastated lobby until finally, the glass doors slid shut behind him. Only then did people begin breathing again. The lobby erupted into whispers instant
BACK AT ADRIAN’S OFFICE Lucian heard every single word. Every. Single. Word. The silence that swallowed the lobby afterward felt unnatural. It was heavy and suffocating. The kind of silence that came after destruction. Nobody moved or even breathed properly. The employees standing nearby looked pale with horror, frozen in place as if one wrong movement might get them killed next. A secretary near the reception desk had both hands clamped over her mouth, tears trembling in her eyes. One of the security guards had instinctively stepped forward again, but the moment Lucian looked at him, the man immediately backed away again. Because everyone in that lobby understood something terrifying. Lucian Hale was barely holding himself together. Adrian lay sprawled beneath him on the marble floor, blood smeared across his mouth and jaw, one side of his face already swelling grotesquely from the beating. Yet somehow... just somehow— The madness in his eyes still burned brighter than t
Everything felt calm in the Hale mansion. And for the first time in what felt like an entire lifetime...Elara could finally breathe without feeling like something terrible was waiting around the corner.Earlier that morning, Lucian had nearly missed his own meeting because he couldn’t stop hovering around her.Even now, thinking about it made the corners of her lips lift helplessly.He had already been dressed for work, dark suit perfectly tailored, watch secured around his wrist, car waiting outside...And yet he still stood in front of her like a man physically incapable of walking away.“Baby,” he had murmured quietly while adjusting the shawl over her shoulders for the third time, “call me if you need anything.”She had laughed softly. “Lucian, I’m pregnant, not dying.”His expression had immediately darkened. “Don’t joke like that.”The seriousness in his voice had startled her enough that she blinked.Then, almost instantly, his face softened again. He leaned down, pressing an
“Mr… Mr. Hale…” she stammered nervously, forcing professionalism into a voice already shaking. “Do you have an appointment with President Blackwood—” Lucian slowly looked at her. And that was all. Just one look but she felt a cold and empty feeling in a way that made her stomach drop instantly. The woman forgot how to breathe. Her throat tightened so badly that no other words came out. Lucian said nothing. Didn’t answer. Didn’t even acknowledge her existence. He simply walked past the desk toward the private elevators. “Sir...!” one security guard called instinctively before stopping himself halfway. Because every instinct in his body screamed not to touch that man. Lucian pressed the elevator button once. The doors opened immediately. And lo and behold, there stood Adrian. For one brief second, surprise crossed Adrian’s face. His usual amused arrogance faltered the instant he saw Lucian standing there like a living storm in his damn company. Then came the smirk.
Lucian had never driven this fast in his entire life. The city became nothing more than a blur of distorted lights outside the windshield, streaks of red and white smearing across his vision like blood dragged through rain. The engine roared violently beneath him, the sound so aggressive it almost drowned out the chaos inside his own head. He didn’t care about the traffic or the police sirens behind him. He had only one agenda now and that's all he cared about. His hands were locked around the steering wheel with such terrifying force that the veins along his forearms stood out sharply beneath his skin, his knuckles pale and rigid like stone. Every second felt unbearable and every breath felt wrong. His chest burned with something far worse than panic... Rage. Pure, uncontrollable rage. The image would not leave him alone. The fucking accident which have been tormenting him for days. But worst of all— the way Elara’s hand had instinctively gone to her stomach when she was to
"Let's get out of here," Lucian said softly to her. Elara’s heart was beating so fast. Nevertheless, she nodded, small, almost imperceptible, yet filled with determination, and then followed Lucian out of the chapel, with every gaze in the entire building glued to their backs. People shifted in th
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







