MasukAureliaI couldn't think. I couldn't breathe.For a terrifying, intoxicating moment, the rest of the world dissolved until there was only him in my existence—his shadow blocking out the dark room, his heat surrounding me like a cage I no longer had the strength to break out of.He drowned me deeper in his kiss, consuming the small, fragile resistance I had left. His mouth claimed mine with a desperate intensity, angling perfectly against my lips until every breath I drew was filled entirely with him. The rich, familiar scent of dark cedar and oakwood clung to his skin, invading my senses, wrapping around my mind like a hypnotic spell."Aurelia..."His voice was a low, fractured whisper against my mouth, rough and thick with an unmistakable hunger. It was the same needy, possessive tone that had always made my knees grow weak, the tone that used to promise me I was the only thing that mattered in his brutal world.My breath hitched as his kisses roamed down from my lips, trailing a p
LucienOnce Aurelia ensured that Luke had fallen completely asleep, she slipped quietly out from beneath the heavy duvet. Without a word, she began walking back toward her adjoining suite.My dark gaze followed her every move. The soft moonlight filtering through the curtains shone through her sheer silk kimono, tracing the graceful outline of her curves beneath the light fabric.And it’s as if an irresistible pull drew me out of bed, I automatically rose to my feet, following her footsteps into her bedroom. She didn't say a word, though the subtle shift in her posture told me she knew I was right behind her.Taking one last glance back at my sleeping son, I gently pulled the heavy double doors shut, sealing us in the quiet space of her room.She stood near the center of the floor, silence stretching between us like a taut wire, before she finally turned around to face me."What do you want?" she asked, folding her arms tightly across her chest.My eyes betrayed me, drifting down t
AureliaLuckily, Luke didn't push the subject any further.Once inside my room, I carried him straight into the massive, adjoining bathroom. The space was still as breathtaking as it had been this morning. I knew I’d need some time to get used to bathing in a bathroom that’s larger than any standard bedroom. Luke looked around, his eyes taking in all the details as I stripped him off his clothes, his mouth forming a little 'O'. "It's so big compared to our old bathroom back home, Mama."I couldn't help but chuckle softly at his honesty. "It is very big, isn't it?"We both soaked into the warm, scented bath, the gentle heat washing away the tension that had gripped my shoulders all evening. For the first time all day, enjoying this quiet, private time alone with my boy, I could finally smile and laugh freely."Are you enjoying Papa's new home, sweetie?" I asked gently, cupping some warm water over his small shoulders."Yes," Luke nodded, splashing his hands lightly."Do you miss o
AureliaAs the chatter around the dinner table slowly wound down, I gently wiped Luke's mouth with a napkin and gathered him into my arms. He leaned against me, full from dinner, but his small eyes were still bright with energy."I'll take him up for his bath now," I murmured softly to the table, stepping back from my chair."Wait, Aurelia."Lucien rose smoothly from his central seat, buttoning his jacket with effortless posture. His dark eyes locked onto mine. "Let him play a bit first. I built something for him in the west wing. I want to show you."I hesitated, pulling Luke a fraction closer to my chest. "Lucien, it's getting late. He needs a bath and an early night—""It will only take a few minutes," he insisted softly, his tone carrying that calm, unyielding authority he always possessed. "Luke loved it yesterday, but I want you to see it."Seeing the quiet determination in his gaze, I yielded with a small, weary nod.He led the way down the grand corridor toward the estate's w
LucienThe rejection still stung in my mind as I sat down by myself in the estate study.“Unfortunately, Papa won’t be able to join us since he’s busy with work, right, Lucien?”I chuckled softly to myself. She didn’t know that I had purposely cleared my entire schedule today, solely to pick out schools for our son.She didn’t see how hard I had tried to make her mother and sister feel welcome here. The drivers, the guards, the black card, and the full VIP service from the high-end boutique for their shopping trip.And yet she chose to exclude me from the family event. But what burned the most was the memory of her fake smile, a stark contrast to how she used to smile at me five years ago. Even though time has passed, I still remember it like yesterday. Her soft unguarded smile, and her bright wide laughter whenever I came home early to surprise her. I gulped, she was so beautiful it hurt.And now, now she looked at me as if I’m the enemy in her life. Her lips had curved into a p
Aurelia“You didn’t buy anything..” Amelia stated as we walked out of the boutique, six bodyguards carrying a sea of designer paper bags.“I don’t feel like it..” I said in all honesty, “I left tons of clothes in Lucien’s penthouse. Maybe if I’m lucky I can still find some there and use them.” I remember the days when I went on crazy shopping sprees, partly to play the role of the mistress, and partly to buy my way toward freedom through liquidating jewelry.The bodyguards loaded the cars as we stepped inside. Once we were all settled, I told the driver to drive us to the Thorne Tower.The journey was quiet, only filled with Luke’s chatter as he bounced on Amelia’s lap. He was excited, gazing at all the tall buildings he had never gotten to see in the small village I raised him.But the tallest building from all of course, towering over the center of Vegas: Thorne Tower, where it used to be my golden cage. My brows furrowed as we stood in front of the executive lift. Only certain
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
Aurelia's POVThe fluorescent hum of the diner always seemed to vibrate at the exact frequency of my headache.I wiped down the counter for the hundredth time that night, my movements mechanical and precise. Outside the window, the Las Vegas Strip shimmered in the distance—a playground of neon and
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







