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The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 46
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — VIVIENNE’S POV The private jet banked sharply over the ancient, rain-slicked skyline of Rome. Below us lay the sprawling citadel of the De Vitis dynasty—a fortress of marble, blood, and centuries of dark Italian rule. In the master cabin of the jet, Lucian stood over me, his dark gray eyes lit with unhinged, protective fire. He knelt on one knee in front of my velvet chair, his massive hands carefully securing a custom leather thigh holster beneath the hem of my sleek black silk dress. "My father is not Elder Vane, ma chérie," Lucian rumbled softly, his thumb sliding against the exposed skin of my upper thigh as he checked the diamond tactical blade in the sheath. "Leo De Vitis doesn't throw tantrum leaks. He is a spider. He spins traps and waits for you to step into his web." I leaned forward, cupping his harsh jaw in my hands. "Then it's a good thing he’s dealing with us." Lucian looked up, a dark, possessive smirk curving
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 45
VIVIENNE’S POV "We go in hard" Lucian growled softly. His large hand wrapped over mine and his thumb rubbed small circles over my knuckles. "You stay behind my shoulder" "We move together Don Cuddles" I interrupted and offered a small lethal smirk. "I am not a backseat Empress." A rare and breathless chuckle broke through his dark face. "As you wish my Queen." The heavy iron gates of the Versailles compound did not just open. Our breaching vehicles rammed them straight off their hinges. Explosions rocked the well kept gardens as Lucian’s strike team poured into the courtyard. Lucian and I moved through the grand marble hallways like a synchronized storm of steel and fire. He took down the long range shooters with terrifying and effortless precision while I swept the flank. My diamond tactical blade flashed in the dim light as I brought down two approaching guards. We reached the heavy underground vault doors at the back of the estate. Lucian kicked the iron frame open. The heavy
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 44
VIVIENNE’S POVThe red lights in the secret meeting room painted Lucian’s face dark red.The big headline was everywhere: "Madame Monarch’s Medical Records Leaked: Empress Has Lost Her Memory."Every rival group in Europe saw the news. Other families were already canceling their deals, thinking there was no one strong enough leading us anymore.Lucian leaned over the map of Paris, his hands tight on the glass table. His eyes looked wild and angry, making even his most trusted guards step back."I will take fifty men," Lucian said in a deep, dangerous voice. "We will destroy Elder Vane’s house. Everyone in the High Council dies tonight.""Lucian, stop!" I said firmly, stepping right in front of him.He froze, his chest moving fast as he looked down at me with hurt and anger. "They hurt you, Vivienne. They put a target right on your back!""That is exactly what he wants!" I held his hand tight. "He sent those papers to make you act crazy. If you attack them now, everyone will say you a
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 43: Mafia's Greatest Weakness
VIVIENNE’S POV"You know, Don Lucian, for a scary leader of the underground world, you sure do spend a lot of time looking like a statue who is always frowning," I said, leaning back in the big soft chair by the breakfast table.I sat with my legs crossed, wearing one of Lucian’s big white shirts that was too large for me. I rolled up the sleeves to my elbows and took a slow sip of black coffee.Lucian stood near the tall glass windows. He looked very serious in his neat dark suit, reading secret messages on his phone. He stopped, his gray eyes turned to me, and one eyebrow went up."I run a big group all over the world, ma chérie," he said in his deep voice. But the sharp and scary tone was gone, replaced by that soft voice he only used for me. "I don't frown all the time.""Oh yes you do," I smiled, moving my coffee around in my cup. "And you give everyone that scary look. I think I should give you a cute nickname so people won't be so afraid. How about... Lulu? Or Don Cuddles?"Luc
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 42
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —VIVIENNE’S POVI woke up feeling a steady heartbeat against my cheek.Morning light came through the thin silk curtains, painting the room in soft gold and pink colors. I did not reach for the knife under my pillow. I did not wake up scared, waiting for the cold floor of Arthur Sterling’s basement.I was lying close against Lucian’s chest. His strong arm was wrapped gently around my waist, holding me like I was something precious and easy to break.Slowly, I lifted my head. Lucian was already awake, looking down at me with soft gray eyes full of care and warmth. The dark circles under his eyes were gone."Good morning, ma chérie," he said quietly, his voice still deep from sleep. He touched my lower lip with his thumb."Did you sleep well?" I whispered, placing my hand over his chest."The best sleep I have had in two years," he answered. "Because you were here with me."For the first time since I woke up in the chateau, the fear i
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 41: His Gentle Side
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — VIVIENNE’S POV The big room in the east wing of the house was filled with soft golden light from the sun coming through the tall windows. I had not left this room for three days now. My mind felt messy and scary. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw myself back in New York, locked in a dark basement waiting for someone to come. But when I opened my eyes, I was here with soft sheets, fresh flowers, and very quiet around me. And then there was him. Lucian stood near the door, keeping some distance from me. He changed into a simple black shirt and pants, but he still looked big and strong. He did not look like a scary boss now, more like someone watching over me quietly. He always knocked before coming near. He never stood over me. When he brought me food or tea, he placed it gently on the table and stepped back right away. "You are watching me again," I said softly. My voice was still a little weak. I held the sheets tig
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