Aurora gripped the edges of the wooden table, her knuckles turning white. The words that had just left Nico’s mouth echoed in her ears, ringing louder than the gavel that had slammed down minutes ago.He lied.He stood there on the witness stand, looked her straight in the eyes, and lied.Aurora had prepared for everything—counterarguments, last-minute changes, even the possibility of Vanessa pulling strings behind the scenes. But she hadn’t expected this.She pushed past the reporters outside the courtroom, ignoring the flashing cameras and the journalists shouting her name. Her heart pounded, frustration and disbelief mixing into a volatile storm inside her chest.She needed to talk to him.She needed to know why."Nico!" she called out as she spotted him walking towards the exit. Police were dragging him to the car. But Nico didn’t stop. "Stop! Nico! Talk to me!" she demanded, hurrying after him.Finally, Nico halted. His shoulders tensed as he turned slightly, just enough to gla
Aurora sat on the couch, staring blankly at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. The weight of everything crashed down on her—losing the case, Nico’s betrayal, Vanessa’s smug face, and worst of all… Ethan was free.She wiped angrily at the tears rolling down her cheeks, hating how weak she felt.Lucian sat beside her, watching her carefully. His presence was steady, and grounding, but it wasn’t enough to stop the storm inside her."This is unfair," she muttered, her voice thick with frustration. "I did everything right, Lucian. I fought. I had the evidence. And yet, they still won."Lucian exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of his neck. "The fight isn’t over, Aurora."She let out a bitter laugh. "It feels like it is." She grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured another glass, downing it in one gulp. The burn in her throat didn’t hurt as much as the pain in her chest.Lucian frowned. "Maybe you should slow down.""Why?" she challenged, pouring herself another. "I lost, Lu
Aurora stared at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers gripping the edge of the bathroom sink. She had lost count of how many times she had told herself to forget what had happened between her and Lucian. But the memory refused to fade.Her first time.She had been in a relationship with Ethan for five years, yet she had never let him touch her that way. She had always told him to wait—wait until marriage, wait until she felt ready. And now, in the midst of all the chaos, she had given that part of herself to Lucian.Though, technically, we are already married…Still, the realization made her stomach twist. Not in regret. Not in anger. But in something else. Something she wasn’t ready to name.She sighed, splashing cold water on her face.There was no time to dwell on it. She had more pressing matters to deal with.Ethan was still out there.Vanessa had gone completely silent.And despite the manhunt, there had been no news, no leads. It was as if they had both disappeared into
Aurora exhaled sharply as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the endless pile of reports on her desk. She had been reading and analyzing documents since morning, and it was starting to drain her.“Gosh… this is exhausting,” she muttered under her breath.“Perhaps you should take a break, Master,” Red suggested through her earpiece.Aurora massaged her forehead. “Yeah, I think so.” She closed her eyes and rested her head against the chair, letting out a tired sigh. “Any updates on Ethan Calloway?”“Still nothing, Master. I’ve checked every CCTV feed in the city—even extended the search to the whole country. I also checked the airlines, but there’s no trace of him,” Red report
The soft glow of candlelight flickered between them, reflecting in Aurora’s wine glass as she swirled the deep red liquid.The view from their table was nothing short of breathtaking—the city of Paris stretched out below, lights shimmering like fallen stars. The Eiffel Tower’s grand structure surrounded them, casting an air of romance and intimacy.Aurora sighed, a small smile playing on her lips as she set her glass down. “I never thought I’d be here.”Lucian leaned back, his expression relaxed yet observant. “You make it sound like you don’t deserve a break.”She chuckled lightly. “Maybe I don’t.”Lucian shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. &ldquo
Paris was alive—lovers strolling hand in hand, the soft hum of conversation blending with the city's rhythm.The scent of fresh bread from nearby bakeries lingered in the air, mixing with the faint melody of a street musician playing along the Seine.Aurora walked beside Lucian, their steps slow and unhurried as they made their way toward the Pont des Arts.The bridge glowed under the streetlights, its metal railings adorned with thousands of locks left behind by couples from all over the world. Some were new, their gold sheen untouched by time, while others were weathered, the names on them faded but still present, still there.She tilted her head, watching Lucian wi
“Do you like this?”Lucian held up a bracelet, the beads glinting under the market lights. The vendor had told him it could be customized with a name if the buyer wanted.But Aurora didn’t answer.Frowning, he picked up another one—similar but slightly more intricate, also handmade.“How about this?” he asked again.Still, nothing.Lucian turned, expecting to see her beside him, but the space where she had been standing was empty.His stomach twisted.“Aurora?” He called her name, scanning the crowded street.
The hotel room was quiet, but Aurora’s mind was anything but.She sat at the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets, her thoughts tangled and fraying at the edges.The dim glow from the bedside lamp cast long shadows against the walls, but all she could see was the alleyway, the men’s leering faces, and the way her heart had pounded with fear—until Lucian appeared.Until he fought for her.She had never seen him like that before.Cold. Deadly. Efficient.He had taken down three men as if it was nothing as if he had done it a thousand times before.And Ethan
Lucian rubbed his face with both hands after seeing the photographs Alfred had handed him.It was true.His adoptive father and brother were working together.And worst of all—it had been going on for a long time.“And you had no idea about this, Alfred?” he asked again, his tone hard.Alfred swallowed nervously.“Yes, Sir. Believe me—if I had known, I would’ve told you right away.”Lucian let out a frustrated sigh.Just like him, Lester had been raised by Don Ramon. He had found him in an orphanage too. But instead of telling Lucian that his brother was alive—and that he had found him—Don Ramon had kept it a secret.That only meant one thing:This was all part of a long, calculated plan.Everything that was happening now had been carefully orchestrated.Don Ramon had made sure that if he failed to manipulate Lucian, he had Lester as a backup.Lucian clenched his fists.All this time, he had thought he was alone in the world—believing he had no family. But in truth, he had simply been
Aurora had been staring at Loyd for what felt like hours. He was finally sound asleep in his hospital bed, but she still couldn’t bring herself to leave his side.After everything that had happened, it still didn’t feel real.She hadn’t recovered. Not even close.Don Ramon was out of prison. And worse—he and Lester seemed to be working together.Her chest ached again at the memory of that man.Lucian had lied to her. Again.They had been seeing each other for weeks, and yet he hadn’t mentioned any of it.They were even back together. And still, he chose to keep that secret.But why?“Where’s my grandson?!”Aurora looked up toward the doorway as a voice rang out. Her mother came rushing into the room, breathless and wide-eyed.“Oh God! Thank you, God! Loyd!”Carmela burst into tears and immediately embraced her sleeping grandson.“He’s resting now, Mom,” Aurora said gently, walking toward them. She rubbed her mother’s back, feeling the depth of her worry in every sob.“I thought I’d ne
Aurora's heart pounded as the car raced down the winding roads, city lights blurring like streaks of color. The GPS tracker embedded in Loyd's necklace had led them to a secluded warehouse district at the far edges of the city. The place was eerily quiet—the only sounds were the engine’s hum and the occasional rustle of wind brushing against the trees.“We’re close,” Aurora said, her eyes locked on the blinking dot on her phone screen. “Just a few more meters.”Lucian nodded, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “We need to be cautious. Lester won’t make this easy.”When they reached the area, Lucian parked the car at a safe distance, concealed behind a row of abandoned trucks. The cold night air greeted them as they stepped out. Aurora pulled her coat tighter around herself, her gaze sweeping across the shadowy surroundings.“This is it,” she whispered. “Loyd is inside.”Lucian placed a steady hand on her shoulder. “We’ll get him back. Together.”They moved in silence, slipping
Aurora couldn’t stay still inside the car. Every passing minute put Loyd in even greater danger.“What’s taking them so long?” she muttered, her frustration mounting.She grabbed her phone and connected to Red.In an instant, Red’s emoji face popped up on the screen and greeted her. “Master! What can I do for you?”“Red, can you connect to any CCTV cameras in my location right now?”Red’s emoji face blinked for a moment. “I’m sorry, Master. But your location is abandoned. I can’t detect any internet connection or existing systems I can hack into.”Aurora’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. “How about a phone signal?”Red went quiet again. A few seconds later, an error message appeared on the screen. “There is a phone signal inside, but… they’re using old models. I can’t access them.”“Damn it! What’s taking them so long?” she snapped, slamming her hand on the steering wheel.Then Red’s voice spoke again—this time with something more urgent. “But… Loyd is not inside, Master.”A
Aurora could barely breathe as they drove to the location Lester had sent them.She still couldn't believe that Lucian had no idea about his brother.After all these years, he'd managed to hide—and now he chose to reappear.“There!” Aurora pointed at the abandoned building in the distance.Lucian immediately pulled the car over, stopping just far enough from the structure.She was about to get out, but Lucian quickly held her back.“What are you doing?” Aurora asked, confused.Lucian took a deep breath.“Don’t rush in, Aurora. We need to plan this out. I’m sure Lester’s not alone in there.”Aurora’s brows furrowed.“Lucian, he took my son. Our son. I’ll face whatever danger’s waiting in there. So if you’re scared, you can turn back now.”“That’s not what I meant, Aurora. I’m saying we have to be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to either you or Loyd. We won’t be able to save him if we just charge in blindly.”Aurora paused, taken aback. Her fear and desperation for her child
Aurora barely had time to think as she rushed through the grand hallway, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Every second felt like an eternity, and every breath was filled with a sense of urgency. Loyd was out there, somewhere, trapped in the hands of a man she had thought was long dead.Lester Aldric.The name sent a shiver down her spine. She had spent the last few hours wrestling with the shock of it, but there was no time for hesitation now. If what Red had found was true, then Lester was alive, and he was the one behind her son’s kidnapping.She clutched her phone tightly in her hand as she stormed toward the front door. She was going to end this.But just as she reached the entrance, the heavy doors swung open, and Lucian stepped inside.Aurora’s breath hitched.Lucian was dressed in a sharp black suit, his tie loosened slightly as though he had rushed here. His golden eyes immediately locked onto her, dark with intensity. The moment he saw her standing there,
Aurora hadn’t slept for hours. The weight of the situation had turned her mind into a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them bringing any comfort. The room felt suffocating, the silence deafening. It was the kind of silence that screamed for answers—answers that she still didn’t have.She sat in front of her laptop, staring at the screen as Red’s interface blinked at her, its cheerful emoji face betraying the severity of the situation.“Find him, Red. Find Loyd,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from the strain of the past 24 hours.Her hands moved across the keys, the same commands over and over again. Every search, every trace led to a dead end. Loyd’s whereabouts were still a mystery. The police were still investigating, but they had no leads. No clues. The frustration gnawed at her like a beast trying to break free from its cage.Every second felt like an eternity. Every thought was a question. Where is my son?Her mind wandered to the last time she’d held him, kissed his forehead, t
Aurora sat in the living room, her hands gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The room was filled with police officers, their radios buzzing, their voices low but urgent as they coordinated the search for Loyd.But it wasn’t fast enough.Nothing was fast enough.Her baby was missing.Her heart pounded erratically in her chest, her breathing uneven.Loyd.Where was he? Was he scared? Was he crying for her?The thought made her stomach churn.She forced herself to stay strong. She couldn’t afford to fall apart—not now.Taking a shaky breath, she pressed the call button.Lucian picked up on the first ring.“Aurora,” he said, his voice sharp, controlled—but she could hear the underlying panic.“It’s Loyd,” she choked out.“I know.”There was silence for a brief moment. Then—“I’ll handle it.”Aurora clenched her jaw. “We need to tell the police—”“No.” Lucian’s voice was firm, cutting her off.She frowned. “Lucian, they can help—”“They won’t,” he bit out. “They’l
Lucian clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he paced his office.His plan had failed.Aurora knew everything now.He had wanted to protect her—to handle this mess before she ever found out. But now, the fragile trust they had rebuilt was at risk of shattering.Lucian slammed his fist against his desk, his chest heaving.Damn it.He never wanted to invest in CRS Holdings. Never wanted to be involved with Don Ramon again. But the old man had forced his hand. Blackmail.If Lucian hadn’t complied, Don Ramon would have unleashed something far worse.And now?Now, he was losing Aurora.A bitter taste filled his mouth as he grabbed his suit jacket. He couldn’t let this continue.He had made a mistake, but he could still fix it.He was going to see Don Ramon.And this time, he was cutting ties for good.—Don Ramon sat comfortably in his leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gray eyes gleamed with amusement as Lucian stormed into his office.“Well, well,” the older