Mag-log in(Noah's POV)I didn't know how long I'd been locked in this room, but it felt like forever. Maybe it had only been a day, or two, I had completely lost track of time.Without Lucien, time didn't seem to move normally.The room was comfortable. Too comfortable, actually. There was a bed, a bathroom, food whenever someone brought it, and enough space for me to walk around until I got tired.But I was bored out of my mind.And I couldn't eat.I tried. I really did. But every time someone brought food, I'd stare at it for a while and try to convince myself I was hungry. Then I'd take a few bites and lose my appetite.It didn't help that I didn't know where Lucien was.I missed him.I missed him so much that it physically hurt.At night, the room got cold too. I had blankets, but somehow they didn't help much. I kept curling into myself and staring at the ceiling, wondering where he was and whether he was thinking about me.I hated being locked up.But more than that, I hated being locked
Daniel was driving while Lucien sat silently in the front passenger seat, staring through the windshield.The city moved around them in a blur of headlights, streetlights, and late-night traffic. Two black SUVs followed behind them, each carrying armed men. Nobody spoke.Daniel glanced at his brother.Lucien had barely said a word since leaving the estate. His face was unreadable, and his hands rested loosely on his thighs. He looked calm, but Daniel knew better. Lucien was never more dangerous than when he looked calm.“For the sake of avoiding a horrible conflict, would you let Noah go?” Daniel asked.Lucien didn't look at him. “No. I already promised him marriage.”Daniel raised an eyebrow. “You like him that much?”Lucien's eyes remained on the road ahead. “That might be the case, but what's most important is that he likes me. He trusts me.”Daniel went quiet. That answer was more honest than he had expected. He had something in mind to say but he tightened his grip on the steerin
(Noah's POV)I woke up tired, like I had a heavy rock resting on me while I slept.At first, I didn't know where I was. My body felt heavy, like I had slept for three days instead of a few hours. My head was foggy, my mouth was dry, and there was this strange heaviness behind my eyes that made everything feel unreal.I blinked at the ceiling, it wasn't Lucien's ceiling, that was the first thing I noticed.I turned my head.Not Lucien's room either.I pushed myself up slowly, and the moment I sat up, my head spun.“Lucien?”My voice sounded rough.I waited for a response but got nothing.I looked around the room again. It was beautiful. Actually, ridiculously beautiful. A large bed, soft curtains, a sitting area near the window, a wardrobe, a table with a glass of water sitting on it.There was even a vase of flowers.Flowers?Maybe Lucien set up a new room for me. When will he learn I prefer to be in his room?I got out of bed.My legs felt weak. So I stood there for a few seconds, wa
The car sped down the long driveway, gravel crunching beneath the tires. Lucien sat in the back seat with Noah resting against him, unconscious and completely unaware of the chaos he had left behind. Lucien's hand remained on the back of Noah's head, the boy looked peaceful. Lucien's gaze lingered on him as the estate gates came into view. Then his expression darkened as the gates remained shut, the driver slowed and leaned on the horn. A second passed, then another. Nothing happened. Several security men stood beside the gates, and none of them moved. Suggesting they're keeping the gates shut on purpose. Lucien's jaw tightened. The driver glanced at him through the mirror. "Boss..." Lucien carefully shifted Noah until the sleeping boy was resting against the leather seat. Then he stepped out, cold air greeting him immediately. The guards straightened and bowed. "Don." Lucien walked toward them. "Why isn't the gate open?" The men exchanged nervous looks. One finally spoke. "W
Lucien walked into the open-air dining space just as the evening light spread across the stone floor. The place was quiet, wide, and calm, with soft wind moving through the decorative curtains. His father was already seated at the long table, eating in silence. He did not look up at first, only lifted his hand slightly, signaling Lucien to sit.Lucien took the seat across from his father. A plate was placed in front of him by a servant who quickly disappeared. For a few moments, only the sound of cutlery and birds from the garden filled the space.“I’m going back to the penthouse,” Lucien said calmly as he picked up his fork.“No, you’re not.” Mr. Vale replied, nonchalantly.Lucien looked up. “I’ll take guards with me. I’ll take Red too.”Mr. Vale finally raised his eyes. “Fine. You can go to your penthouse, but on one condition. You leave Noah here.”Lucien’s hand stilled. “No. Why should I leave him here?”Mr. Vale leaned back slightly. “I figured your ego wouldn’t let you give him
“Free my cock from my pants, baby, I wanna put it inside you.”Noah whined into Lucien's chest, his voice muffled against the warm skin there. “Lucien, you need to relax. The doctor's coming back soon to check on you, and that IV is still hooked up. We can't just ignore it.”Lucien smirked, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Noah's back.“I can rip it off. Easy fix.”“No!” Noah lifted his head, eyes wide with concern. “You shouldn't rip it out. The fluid's running fast— it's the third bag, and the first two were huge. I'm pretty sure you fainted from dehydration the way the doctor was filling your body with water.”Lucien wasn't really listening, his mind already elsewhere, fixed on the heat building between them. “It's not dehydration,” he muttered dismissively. With a quick yank, he pulled the IV needle from his hand, ignoring the sharp sting and the trickle of blood that followed. He tossed the tube aside and hauled Noah up, positioning him to straddle his waist so Noah lay fully
Noah walked barefoot to the bathroom. A quick shower washed away the remnants of sleep and last night's lingering ache, steam filling the air as he toweled off and returned to the bedroom.He walked to the closet and slipped into one of Lucien's shirts, the fabric draping loosely over his frame, br
The night outside was velvet-dark, the kind that swallowed streetlights whole. Inside the lounge, everything gleamed; leather seats, low amber light, the faint curl of cigar smoke that hung like silence between men who owed their lives to one man.Lucien walked in without hurry, coat still buttoned
(Noah's POV)Brother? My brain tripped over the word, replaying it. The Daniel guy said it so casually, like it wasn’t a grenade in the middle of this dockyard.Lucien didn’t move. He stood steady, posture straight like carved in stone, while Daniel leaned in with that loose grin and a sip of liqu
Lucien’s eyes darkened briefly, hand flexing at Noah’s hip. “You’d be my undoing in more ways than one.”“Go back to your work. No more distractions.” Noah said, snuggling his face into Lucien's neck.“You’re still very much distracting me,” Lucien murmured, eyes still on the paperwork.“That’s the






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