Moron

Chapter three

"wife, let's go to our home." He whispered softly into her ears.

Lucia's heart skipped again when he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, his suit brushing against her bare arms as he held her close. Her heart raced as her fingers instinctively curled into his shirt, the heat of his body calming her nerves just enough to keep her from trembling.

The sharp hum of the Cybertruck’s engine purred nearby.

Its metallic frame gleamed like armor under the afternoon sun, casting mirrored reflections of the black-suited men standing on both sides. As Lorenzo approached, his men straightened, stepping aside in perfect unison, forming a respectful passage.

This scene was so much of a surprise to his men. They looked at each other confused.

Lorenzo ignored, he carried his wife up to the back seat. Jason, the driver, swung it open without delay. Inside, the vehicle’s sleek interior looked more like a luxury lounge than a car; black leather seats, ambient lights, and screens embedded in the doors. Lorenzo gently placed Lucia down, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

He climbed in beside her and the door shut behind them with a futuristic hiss.

For a few seconds, the silence inside the Cybertruck was heavy. Lucia took in her surroundings everything felt too expensive, too smooth, too unreal. She shifted slightly, unsure what to say or do. The hum of the tires against the road began as Jason pulled away.

Lorenzo leaned back with a casual grace, one arm resting along the back of the seat, his gaze fixed on her.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice steady but low, almost intimate in the quiet cabin.

She nodded slowly. “I… guess. Still trying to figure out what just happened.”

He gave her a look that was half amusement, half concern. “Take your time. We’ve got a ride ahead.”

Lucia let out a soft breath. “I suppose you don’t know much about me.”

“Not enough,” he replied. “But I want to.”

She turned toward the window, watching buildings blur past, then spoke, “I’m an orphan. I was told my parents died in a car crash. It was sudden. One day I had a family, and the next… just silence.”

Lorenzo said nothing, just listened.

“After that, I was sent to live with my dad's cousin. Mrs. Flourish. For a while, it was okay. She was kind, her husband too. They made me feel like I had a home again. I was even starting to call her 'Mum.'”

Her voice cracked on the word.

“Then she had a baby Bella. Everything shifted after that. I became… less. Less loved. Less seen. All the affection they once had for me went to Bella. At first, I thought I was just imagining it, but then the comparisons started. ‘Bella’s more polite. Bella’s prettier. Why can’t you be more like your sister?’”

Lorenzo’s fingers curled slightly on the armrest behind her, but he said nothing yet.

“I tried to be patient,” she continued. “Tried to earn their love again. But no matter what I did, Bella was always the golden one. And today, she took my fiancé. He cancelled our long planned wedding."

Lorenzo studied her for a moment. “And you went through all that all alone?”

Lucia nodded. “yes.”

He let out a breath, eyes fixed on the front of the truck. “good thing I was there right on time to catch you in my arms.”

The car suddenly jolted. Jason quickly apologized

"Sorry boss."

There was fear in his eyes. Jason knew such an act can't go unpunished. He was prepared for what would happen next.

However Lorenzo just said, "drive carefully moron.”