MasukChapter 187: Fire WithinThe morning light barely reached my room, but I was already awake. My hands were shaking slightly—not from fear, but from anticipation. Ever since Dima’s last threat, I couldn’t stop thinking, planning, wondering what would happen next. Lucien had been tense too, but I refused to let him shoulder all the danger alone. Not anymore.I dressed quickly, choosing clothes that would let me move freely—something practical, but still neat. My heart pounded as I checked the house one last time, ensuring everything was as safe as it could be. I wasn’t a child anymore. I had survived, I had learned, and I was ready.Lucien entered the room, his expression a mix of surprise and admiration. “You’re ready,” he said, voice low, almost approving. “You shouldn’t have to face this, Alina.”I shook my head. “I’m not waiting in the shadows anymore. If Dima wants to play his games, he’ll deal with both of us. I can’t just sit and watch.”He didn’t argue. Instead, he gave a small n
Chapter 186: The Fire Before the StormI couldn’t remember the last time I felt completely at peace. Even in Lucien’s house, with everything secure and luxurious around me, there was always a lingering tension I couldn’t shake. And today, that tension slammed back into my chest like a physical blow.It started with the call — a subtle alert from one of Lucien’s security heads. At first, I thought it was just routine, but the urgency in the tone made my stomach knot. Lucien was already gone, sitting in his office, the blinds drawn, his laptop open, eyes sharp and focused.“Alina,” he said without looking up. His voice was calm, but I felt it thrumming with something unspoken. “Dima is planning something. Bigger than last time.”I froze, the words barely registering. Bigger? I had seen him try before. I had felt the cold threat of his hatred aimed at me, but I had survived. And now… bigger?“I want you to stay safe,” Lucien continued, his hand hovering over a tablet. “This time it coul
Chapter : Saved AgainThe morning sunlight tried to pierce through the curtains, but the warmth couldn’t reach me. My mind was restless, my thoughts spinning like leaves caught in a storm. Ever since the last attack, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Dima was no longer just lurking in the background—he was circling closer, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.I paced the living room, glancing at every window, every corner, half-expecting someone to appear. Each phone ring or car passing by made me jump, and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. This wasn’t just fear—it was awareness. Every nerve in my body screamed that the war we thought was under control was far from over.Lucien appeared in the doorway, his expression calm yet sharp. He always looked so collected, like a storm contained in a human form. “Alina,” he said softly, but there was an edge in his voice. “Sit down. Breathe.”I hesitated, unwilling to slow down, but his steady gaze made me obey. I sank into the
Chapter 184 : Sound Of The WindI woke to the sound of the wind rattling the windows, though it was faint enough to make me question if I’d imagined it. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, but something about it made me hesitate before picking it up. My heart was still racing from the feeling I’d carried all night—a sense that Dima was closer than ever, that whatever peace we’d fought for was slipping away.When I finally unlocked the phone, a message glared back at me, chilling in its simplicity.“You can’t hide forever. I’m coming.”No name. No signature. But I knew instantly whose handwriting it echoed in intent if not form.I sank against the headboard, letting the phone fall into my lap. The room felt suddenly smaller, tighter, like the walls themselves were closing in. My pulse raced, and I could feel my hands trembling.I didn’t have to see Lucien to know he sensed it too. He was already awake—he had to be. He always was, always alert, always thinking, always a step ahead.“Ali
Chapter 183 : The Shadow StrikesI had barely caught my breath that morning when the first warning arrived. It wasn’t a call, not yet, but a feeling—a sudden chill that ran down my spine as if someone had whispered my name in the shadows. I was folding laundry in the sunlit corner of the living room when I saw the envelope slip under the door. My heart skipped.Lucien didn’t even flinch when I picked it up. But I could feel the tension in the air around him, thick and sharp, like the edge of a blade.I tore it open.Inside was a single photograph—an old one of my mother and me, smiling in happier times—and beneath it, a blood-stained scrap of cloth. My stomach turned. I recognized it instantly: it was from the dress I had worn the night Dima first cornered me.“Alina…” Lucien’s voice was low, calm, but I could hear the restrained storm beneath it. He stepped closer, placing a hand over mine. “This isn’t just a threat. He’s coming. He wants to hurt you… or anyone who stands with us.”I
Chapter182 : Shadows of the PastI woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. Groaning, I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly. The name flashing on the screen made my chest tighten: Unknown.I hesitated, staring at it. My heartbeat quickened. Something told me this wasn’t just a random call. I had learned that instinct over the past months — the kind of instinct Lucien always praised me for, even when I doubted myself.Finally, I answered.“Hello?” My voice sounded small in the quiet apartment.A low, mocking laugh replied. “Did you miss me, Alina?”The blood drained from my face. The voice… Dima.I froze. Memories I had tried to bury came rushing back: the threats, the humiliation, the fear. But this time, it felt different. I wasn’t trembling as much. Not as much as before.“I’m not afraid of you,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected.“Not afraid?” His tone was sharp, playful, dangerous. “Oh, sweetheart… you should be. You’ve gotten bold.







