MasukAureliaI was on my knees, clinging to the cold ceramic edge of the toilet bowl, throwing up every single bite of my breakfast.Beside me, my mother was screaming, genuinely panicking as she hovered over me. Across the suite, Amelia’s frantic cries echoed off the walls as she yelled at the guards to get up here and help.I didn't know if God was actually helping me right now, but I felt genuinely, terribly sick.Another violent wave of nausea hit me, and I threw up again just as the heavy, frantic footsteps of the bodyguards swarmed into the penthouse bathroom.Through the haze of my blurred vision, I could hear Amelia screaming at Jean, demanding he take me to the emergency room immediately. Jean’s voice was stammering, panic lacing his usual stoic tone as he pulled out his phone to call Lucien.He didn't pick up. Naturally.These days, Lucien was too wrapped up in high-stakes meetings to answer routine phone calls. He was completely out of reach.I gagged again, the strength draini
AureliaI shut the bedroom door with a soft click. But before I moved any further, I rested my ear against the door, making sure none of the guards were around to overhear our conversation up here."Sis, what are you doing?" Amelia asked. She and my mother were standing across from me, both staring at me with their brows furrowed."Sshh.." I told her to stay quiet. After a few more minutes, once I was certain no footsteps were following us upstairs, I turned to my mother and Amelia."Did you bring your backpack?" I asked my little sister. She nodded and handed me the tiny pink backpack she always carried everywhere.I grabbed it and started walking toward the walk-in closet. They both followed close behind, eyes filled with questions, wondering what I was up to."Mom, you brought your purse, right? Start packing all of this in your bag.." I said as I slid the first drawer out, grabbing a handful of tennis bracelets and pouring them into Amelia's tiny backpack."Aurelia, what are you d
AureliaI walked out of the Executive Mezzanine Lounge with my head down, my cheeks burning with shame as a quiet trembling shook my legs. My knees felt weak, forcing me to brush a hand against the cool marble wall just to keep my balance. The lingering heat between my thighs was a humiliating reminder of what had just happened against that glass while the entire underworld cheered below.Jean stood waiting at the end of the hall, his posture stiff, his eyes fixed firmly on the carpet. He didn't dare look at me. The silence between us was suffocating; he knew precisely why Lucien had demanded I ask for permission in person, and the absolute humiliation of that knowledge burned through my veins."I need... I need to go to the bathroom," I muttered, my voice cracking, a deep, burning blush scorching my cheeks. "Just for a bit.""Of course, Miss Aurelia. We’ll wait outside," Jean replied smoothly, his tone strictly professional, though he kept his gaze averted as two guards fell into
LucienThe roaring applause of the underworld elite echoed off the marble walls, washing over me like an intoxicating wave.I paraded Gianna through the grand ballroom, her arm looped securely through mine as we received an endless stream of congratulations from dons, cartel heads, and corrupt politicians. Every handshake was a calculated business deal; every smile was backed by a hidden blade. But none of it mattered—I held all the cards.This was the crown I had bled for. The Lucchese alliance was sealed, Calumet Harbor was mine, and my hold over Chicago was absolute.Yet, as the night wore on into a lavish feast—tables draped in heavy red velvet groaning under towers of Beluga caviar, roasted venison, and flutes overflowing with vintage Dom Pérignon—the thrill of victory faded into something I hadn't anticipated. Aurelia, she kept running through the back of my mind like a quiet, persistent itch I couldn't seem to reach. No matter how many toasts were made in my honor, my mind c
AureliaThe grand ballroom of The Wynn was transformed into an intimidating, opulent display of absolute power.Suitable for a man like Lucien Thorne, the Vegas venue dripped with dark elegance—crystalline chandeliers casting sharp light over cascading arrangements of midnight-black roses, polished onyx pillars, and walls draped in liquid silk.Waiters in tailored tuxedos glided through the crowd carrying silver trays burdened with imported caviar, blinis, and endless flutes of vintage champagne.It was a wedding, but to the eyes of everyone in the room, it was a summit of blood and iron.Men in bespoke suits with heavy holsters concealed beneath their jackets exchanged sharp handshakes, quietly negotiating arms trades, drug routes, and territorial lines over crystal glassware.At a rounded table set near the perimeter, my mother, Amelia, and I sat in our isolated corner. To the rest of the underground elite, we were practically invisible—a forgotten detail in the shadow of a king.Ye
Aurelia“Aurelia.. Aurelia..” His breath fanned against my ear as he pinned my wrists up against the bedsheets.It had been hours, and yet Lucien still refused to let me go.He had taken me in so many positions I lost count, pushing me to endless orgasms as he thrusted into me again and again.“Lu.. Lucien..” I gasped out, my heavy-lidded eyes meeting his before his lips came crushing down onto mine, suffocating my pleas for mercy.Thrust, thrust, thrust.He slid deep inside me again and again, stretching me to my absolute limit, even as my legs trembled uncontrollably beneath him.His heavy chest pressed against mine as he kissed me deeply, passionately, pulling me down into that familiar, dangerous swirl of desire that always left me blind.Lucien, I love you…A single tear slid down my cheek—Confession that was unsaid, words that were never said, as I gave my body completely for him to claim over and over again. “Aurelia, fuck... You feel so fucking amazing...” He cupped my cheek,
Aurelia’s POVI stood paralyzed in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room, scanning my appearance from head to toe. The white lace outfit Mama V had provided for tonight felt like a beautiful trap. The garment was a structural contradiction of purity and absolute vulnerability—a halt
Lucien’s POVThe air in the boardroom was thick with the smell of cold sweat and fear. I didn’t look up from the ledger in front of me as my head of logistics stammered through an excuse."The port authority is asking for a twenty-percent increase on the quiet-fee, Mr. Thorne. They say the risk
Aurelia's POVThe drive home to our small apartment was a blur of neon lights, but for the first time, they didn't feel like a warning. They felt like a celebration. By the time I walked through the door, the sun was threatening to peek over the desert horizon."Is that you, Rey?" my mother’s voice
Lucien's POV The view from the penthouse of the Thorne Tower was supposed to be the ultimate prize, but tonight, the sprawling lights of the Las Vegas Strip just looked like a circuit board I’d already mastered.I leaned back in my leather chair, the amber liquid in my glass catching the glow of t







