LOGINOn my wedding day, my fiancé's first love walked in holding a little boy and named the groom as the child's father. My mother saw it, and her heart gave out. She died right there on the floor. The wedding collapsed and I went down with it, fainting in front of everyone. When I came to, my oldest friend, Lucian Graves, was sitting beside me. He held me tightly in his arms. He took care of all my mother’s funeral arrangements for me. When the reporters swarmed, he put himself between me and the cameras. He cleared my name over the wedding, and then he got down on one knee in front of everyone and asked me to marry him, swearing he would take care of me for the rest of my life. After marriage, we became the happiest couple in our circle. Then, on our first anniversary, I opened the chat history on his phone. "Don, thank God you set up that wedding disruption. My son and I are happy now." "You did get her mother killed, though. Don't blame yourself. She's the one who insisted on marrying a man who was never hers." The replies were from Lucian. "Nothing to blame myself for. It was just an accident." "As long as you're happy, there's nothing I won't do." The ground dropped out from under me, and the phone hit the floor.
View More(Third person’s POV)Lucian escaped during his hospital stay, and the Graves family poured enormous effort into hunting him down.After all, he held too much of their internal intelligence.When the news reached her, Vivian was sitting in the garden, soaking up the sun.Dr. Reed came over and handed her a glass of lemon ice water.His gaze moved over the savage scar on Vivian's wrist."Any regrets? He got away in the end."Vivian shook her head and said, "No.""A man that proud already died, the moment they took him, the moment they rushed him in to be saved.""Besides." Vivian paused. "Having escaped, it looks like he stepped into another hell."Dr. Reed sighed and steered away from the subject."Vivian, I don't understand why you won't have that scar on your hand treated."As he said it, his expression dimmed, as if he were back at the moment they carried Vivian into the emergency room.He'd had every part of the staged death planned out, and yet in that instant, he'd frozen solid.W
(Third person’s POV)The Graves family had wanted to bury the whole thing.But somehow the story still spread through the entire circle, and both the Graves and the Ashfords lost all face.The Ashfords decided on the spot to cast Camilla out of the family, and the heads' hatred of Lucian only deepened.By then, Lucian had been locked up for three full months.In a dim room, he sat in the corner, hair tangled, his eyes empty of any light at all.And on the wall behind him, Vivian's name was written densely, edge to edge.In those three months, a great many things came back to him.His memory drifted far, back to when he and Vivian first met.She had actually known him only a year after Camilla did.Back then Lucian was all cold calculation and ruthless methods, and everyone feared him.But Vivian didn't.She said it wasn't cruelty.It was how a man protected himself, and how he kept order.Lucian had assumed it was just something polite to say, but in the end Vivian was the one who chos
(Third person’s POV)Lucian's gaze finally locked in place.On the screen, Camilla's face was soaked with tears, her voice trembling, but every word came out perfectly clear."His father nearly destroyed my whole family. How could I ever be with him?""It was all his obsession. He's the one who wouldn't leave me alone.""That business with Vivian's mother, he planned all of it. It had nothing to do with me."Sitting at the head of the table, Lucian slowly lost the color in his face.But on the screen, Camilla was still crying.She shuffled forward on her knees and grabbed at the hem of Julian's trousers, her voice utterly abject."Julian, you're the only one I love.""Truly the only one.""We have a child together, don't we?""You have to believe me."Lucian could barely keep his seat.No. It couldn't be.She was only saying these things because they'd forced her to…The deputy seemed to read his mind, and gave a sudden cold laugh."Does the Don think the Ashfords forced these words ou
(Third person’s POV)In the meeting room, they were still chatting away, as though they'd just walked out of anything but a sad funeral.Lucian didn't sit. He stood before the head of the table, his face frighteningly cold."Don, our condolences. The Donna's death was an accident.""Right. Who'd have known she was that fragile.""All anyone did was say a few words. It's hardly some big—"Before the man could finish, Lucian raised his hand.The dark mouth of a gun came up level with the one who'd just spoken.The room went instantly dead.The man's face drained white, and the lips that had been so righteous a moment ago started to tremble.Lucian looked at him, quiet."You're the one who stood up at the last meeting and insulted her too, aren't you."The man dropped to his knees in an instant, shaking all over.Right then the deputy, who'd been sitting off to the side, let out a cold laugh."The Don really does love his wife so deeply.""So how does the Don explain these?"He tossed a s












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