Lucien’s POV

It all feels like a dream that started two days ago when she started caring about me and how I felt, now it’s almost like she’s totally forgotten that I killed her father in her presence and I’m holding her mother captive.

“Is this girl really that short witted or she’s just putting up a facade?” I say to myself in my seated position, I am in my living from sat in front of a little fire when I heard one of my men’s voice.

As the commotion echoes through the mansion, I hear the distinct voice of my trusted man, bellowing at Natasha.

“I’m not going back with you,” she firmly asserts, her tone laced with determination.

“Natasha, come back with me. It’s not right for you to be here,” he pleads, his voice tinged with authority.

His commanding tone fills the air, urging her to return with him. My expression remains stoic and unmoving, giving no indication of the internal conflict I feel at the sight of her defiance.

Natasha, undeterred by the man's demands, spots me sitting in the room a