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Chapter 10: Hidden Drive
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2026-07-04 10:15:10
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— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — The armored SUV roared like a wild beast. It raced fast through the dark streets where rain made the road shiny and wet. Inside the car silence felt heavy and frightening. Only sharp clicking sounds broke the quiet. Lucian checked and loaded his gun again and again. He never looked toward Vivienne at all. City lights flashed across his face from outside the glass. They showed his cold stare and the scar he always carried. His jaw was set tight like hard iron. Vivienne sat as far away from him as the seat allowed. Her hand closed tight around the small metal tool Marco gave her secretly. Her heart beat so fast she feared he might hear it clearly. Suddenly Lucian shoved his gun back into its holder. He turned his dark eyes toward her slowly. Those eyes looked just like a hunter watching prey. Without warning he reached one big hand out. His strong grip locked hard around her waist. He pulled her swiftly across the space between
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— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —Vivienne stayed locked inside the dark study room for hours. Just when she thought her mind would snap from the anxiety, the heavy wooden doors swung open.Lucian walked in. He wasn’t wearing his messy, blood‑stained clothes anymore. Instead, he looked incredibly striking in a midnight‑black tuxedo that made his broad shoulders look even wider. In his large hands, he carried a garment bag and a sleek, velvet jewelry box. He tossed them onto the leather couch."Get up and put those on," Lucian commanded, his voice cold and flat.Vivienne blinked, looking at the clothes. She unzipped the bag and gasped. Inside was a breathtaking, expensive black silk gown. It looked like something a queen would wear. "Where are we going? I thought I was being punished for trying to steal your data."Lucian walked over, his heavy footsteps making no sound on the thick rug. He stood right in front of her, his towering height completely shadowing her. "
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 11: Root of the Scar
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —"Hand over the drive before the Boss wakes up, Vivienne," Marco commanded, his tone dropping into a menacing murmur. He no longer resembled the easy‑going guy who loved pizza. The small beam of light from his torch shone straight onto the tiny black device pressed tight against her chest. "If he catches you holding that, I won’t be able to keep up the friendly act anymore — and believe me, you really don’t want to witness what happens when the fun ends."Vivienne shook her head, tears blurring everything around her. Her back pressed hard against the shelves lining the closet. "Marco, please… I didn’t steal anything. Someone messaged me. They said there’s proof here about what my father did to Lucian’s mother. I only want to learn what really happened."Marco held her gaze in a long, heavy pause. The stillness filling the room made Vivienne’s heart pound wildly. She braced herself, certain he would seize her or call Lucian at once.
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 10: Hidden Drive
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — "What are you holding, Vivienne?" Lucian’s voice cut through the quiet room like a knife. He walked closer, his tall, muscular body looking completely terrifying under the dim red emergency lights. His dark eyes were locked onto her shaking hands, which were trying to hide the glowing screen of the phone. The creepy text message felt like a heavy weight in her palm — Run before he finds out what your father did to his mother. Vivienne stopped breathing. She couldn't even think clearly. The pure anger on Lucian’s scarred face kept her frozen on the spot. He was only two steps away, his hand already reaching out to rip the phone away from her. Thud. Suddenly, a large, greasy cardboard box slammed onto the glass coffee table right between them. It instantly broke the scary tension filling the whole room. "Alright, nobody move! I checked the area, fixed the security systems, and most importantly, I stole the pizza from t
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch CHAPTER 9: RANDOM TEXT
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — Lucian hauled her from her seat in one violent motion, ignoring her sharp cry of protest as his grip dug into her skin, and dragged her ruthlessly across the polished floor. He kicked open the heavy mahogany bookshelf, revealing a seamless, reinforced steel door hidden within the wall. Typing a rapid sequence into the biometric keypad, the door hissed open, and Lucian shoved her inside. Vivienne fell hard against a cold leather bench, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Lucian, you’re hurting me! You can’t just treat me like property!" "You are property," Lucian sneered, his gray eyes flashing with absolute disdain as he stepped toward a glowing grid of security monitors. "Right now, you are nothing but a walking liability to me. Your pathetic family name just brought a Russian hit squad straight to my front door. The only reason you're still breathing is because I haven't finished using you for my contract yet. So sit
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch CHAPTER 8: He Locked Me Up
—THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — Vivienne woke up with a heavy chest. The horrific realizations from last night felt like a nightmare, but the cold reality of Lucian’s penthouse reminded her it was all true. She rubbed her eyes, feeling completely exhausted. Her limbs still ached from the way he had claimed her the night before, every touch a mark of his ownership. Desperate for a simple cup of coffee to calm her nerves and clear her foggy mind, she walked over and turned her bedroom doorknob. The door only opened an inch before it slammed shut from the outside. Vivienne gasped, pulling the door open again. Standing right in the hallway were two men in dark suits. Their jackets bulged slightly, hiding heavy firearms. They looked down at her with blank, stony expressions — no kindness, no mercy, just absolute obedience to their master. "Move aside," Vivienne demanded, trying to sound brave even though fear coiled tight in her stomach. "I'm going to the kitch
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