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Tamed By Fear

Author: Just_ryanne
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Chapter 11: Tamed By Fear

Lucian stood in the east wing’s study, back straight, hands clasped behind him, as the sound of heavy boots echoed from the hallway. He knew it was only a matter of time before she came back with questions.

He welcomed them. Questions meant she still cared.

But before he faced Serena, his mind wandered back sixteen days — the day he signed her life away and folded it into his.

Sixteen Days Ago

Lucian had driven himself. No convoy. No driver. Just him in his sleek black Aston Martin, the leather interior silent and cool. He parked across from the run-down apartment building and took a long look.

The home of the girl who sold herself to save her family.

Mr. Keller was sitting on the front stoop, chewing something bitter and looking like he hadn’t slept.

Lucian approached him slowly.

“You’re Mr. Keller?”

The man squinted up. “You’re not one of those damn court officials, are you?”

Lucian ignored the hostility. “I’m here for Serena Vale’s family. I need the lease
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