MasukChapter 93: Future wife to be**Lucas’ POV**The night air outside the Bristo mansion felt lighter, freer. For the first time in years, I wasn’t going to walk back into that house as some puppet waiting for orders. I had stood up to my grandfather, to my father, and I had made my voice clear: no more.Beside me, Damon leaned lazily against the car, his arms crossed. He wasn’t celebrating like me. He rarely celebrated.I exhaled long and hard, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Oh yes,” I muttered, staring up at the grand windows glowing with warm light. “Finally, they’ll respect me in this house. Finally.”Damon’s mouth twisted into a smirk. “Yeah, sure. You should’ve let me continue babying you through everything. But I guess you needed that push.”I shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. He was right, though, and that was the worst part. If not for Damon constantly badgering me, constantly reminding me that I wasn’t just some heir to be ordered around, I probably wouldn’t have
Chapter 92: Lonely Gavin**Piper’s POV**The apartment was dim except for the soft glow of the television. Some random K-drama was still playing, the kind where everyone looked way too perfect to be suffering, but the sound was turned down so low it was practically just moving wallpaper.Hannah had finally drifted off on my couch, curled up in a tight little ball like she was trying to fold herself away from the world. Her breathing had evened out, but her face still wore the raw traces of everything she’d cried out earlier, eyes puffy, cheeks blotchy, lips parted like she hadn’t quite escaped her pain even in sleep.I sat in the opposite armchair, hugging a pillow so tightly I thought the stuffing might pop. My gaze kept flicking uninvited toward Gavin. He hadn’t left. Said he’d stay “just to make sure she was okay,” but the way he perched on the single-seater by the window made him look like he was bracing for cross-examination. His posture was flawless, back straight, shoulders squ
Chapter 91: A man**Lucas’ POV**The atmosphere inside the Bristo mansion’s private study was suffocating. Heavy velvet curtains swallowed the daylight, the antique chandelier above flickered faintly, and the thick scent of aged bourbon clung to the air. Damon walked a half-step behind me, his silence solid, almost protective.Across the massive mahogany desk sat my grandfather, his cane resting beside him, sharp eyes gleaming like daggers behind his glasses. My father leaned back in his chair, arms folded, expression carved into stone. My mother sat near the corner of the room, her posture stiff and cold, lips pursed so tightly it looked as if she was physically restraining herself from speaking.I had walked into many business boardrooms, faced hostile shareholders, even outmaneuvered seasoned CEOs…but this? This felt like a goddamn interrogation.“So,” Grandfather Bristo began, his voice deliberate, heavy with accusation. “You went as far as sleeping with her just to prove a point.
Chapter 90: Grateful for Gavin**Hannah’s POV**“Well, this is the end for both Ray and Lily,” Piper said, her voice sharp as a blade. She stood by the window, arms crossed, still reeling from everything I’d just poured out to her and she saw on Instagram. Her words sounded fierce, but her trembling hands betrayed the storm raging inside.Piper was just returning getting my phone that Lucas had sent over via express. I sat on the couch, knees pulled close to my chest, and tried to steady my breathing. Piper’s phone still buzzed nonstop with notifications, the live video spreading like wildfire across every corner of the internet. My humiliation had gone global in less than twenty-four hours.“You saw it yourself,” I said hoarsely, pointing at the phone she’d tossed onto the coffee table after watching the clip. “The whole world saw it. They’ll twist it, make me the villain, like they did with Lily’s posts.”“No.” Piper whirled on me, her eyes flashing. “Not this time. They dug their
Chapter 89: Focus on Hannah, Not Gavin **Piper’s POV** My thumb was raw, sore, throbbing from the number of times I’d dialed Hannah. At some point, I lost count. Twenty? Fifty? A thousand? Every ring made my heart leap with hope, every voicemail drop carved me hollow. She never ignored me. I hoped she was fine. By the final attempt, I’d sworn it was the last one more, and I’d let my heart break in silence. Then, suddenly, someone picked up. “Hello?” My lungs collapsed. My chest burned. Relief flooded me so hard I nearly burst into tears. “Hannah? Oh my God, where have you been? I’ve been…” But the voice that cut me off wasn’t hers. “This is Lucas,” he said, cool, calm, like the devil himself answering my prayers just to mock me. I froze. My grip on the phone turned slick with sweat. Lucas. Of all people, why the fuck was Lucas Bristo answering Hannah’s phone? “I… what….where’s Hannah?” My words tumbled out jagged, frantic. “She’s fine,” he replied smoothly, like I hadn’t be
Chapter 88: My Older Brother**Hannah’s POV**Lucas’ arms were still wrapped tightly around me when I felt another presence approach. Damon’s voice sliced through the fragile bubble we had built, sharp and urgent.“Lucas,” he said, his tone low but commanding, “I hate to break this up, but it’s urgent. Your grandfather just requested your presence. Now.”The name alone made the air shift. My body stiffened in Lucas’ hold, my hands frozen against his chest. Damon’s timing couldn’t have been worse. The world outside us was always waiting, clawing, desperate to pull us apart.Lucas’ reply was instant, his defiance a shield. “No.”I felt the rumble of his chest as he spoke, the vibration searing through me like a vow. “Not now. I’m not leaving her.” His voice was raw, iron wrapped in fire.For a fleeting second, I thought Damon would relent, let this rare moment stand untouched. “Lucas, this isn’t optional. You need to come. He specifically asked for you. If you delay…” He trailed off, bu







