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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
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, co
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 w
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.
In the end, the family came to a unanimous conclusion, though not without resistance, and more than one heated glare was exchanged across the living room. Lisa and Felix would go with Elara. There was no negotiating that part. Lucian had crossed his arms, leaning against the wall like a silent
The Vaughn family did not know how to let go of control. They never had. Control was the language they spoke, the air they breathed, the invisible leash they believed every person tied to their name should wear without question. It was how they loved, if it could even be called love. Ownership d
Lucian’s step backward was instinctive. Not rejection. But out of shock. Pure, visceral disbelief. His eyes traced the marks on Elara’s skin like his mind was trying, and failing, to turn them into something else. Shadows. Tricks of the light. Anything but what they were. Bruises didn’t lie. The
The dining hall did not return to normal after Lucian pulled Elara into his arms. There was no such thing as “normal” left in that room. What had existed before, routine, expectation, the dull predictability of another family dinner, had been violently erased the moment wood splintered against s







