Natasha's POV

As we step into our home, the familiar ambiance envelopes us, offering a temporary respite from the outside world. But before I can fully relax, Lucien playfully spanks me, “my little pet” he says, accompanied by his mischievous grin. Irritation prickles beneath my skin, but I suppress it, forced to accept his demeaning remark.

However, the weight of my suppressed emotions becomes unbearable, and I turn to face Lucien, my voice laced with anger. “I’m not your pet, Lucien,” I assert, my tone sharp and resolute. “I’m not thrilled about being married to the man who took my father’s life and imprisoned my mother.”

Lauren, who has just quietly entered the room, freezes at my words. The greatest surprise is boldly written on her face, as if she had stumbled upon a well-kept secret, unraveling the truth that had been concealed for so long.

Lucien’s mischievous grin vanishes, replaced by a flicker of concern in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his voice softening. “Natasha, I understand your