บททั้งหมดของ The Gold Maker Ex's Revenge: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Aurora stared at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers gripping the edge of the bathroom sink. She had lost count of how many times she had told herself to forget what had happened between her and Lucian. But the memory refused to fade.Her first time.She had been in a relationship with Ethan for five years, yet she had never let him touch her that way. She had always told him to wait—wait until marriage, wait until she felt ready. And now, in the midst of all the chaos, she had given that part of herself to Lucian.Though, technically, we are already married…Still, the realization made her stomach twist. Not in regret. Not in anger. But in something else. Something she wasn’t ready to name.She sighed, splashing cold water on her face.There was no time to dwell on it. She had more pressing matters to deal with.Ethan was still out there.Vanessa had gone completely silent.And despite the manhunt, there had been no news, no leads. It was as if they had both disappeared into

The soft glow of candlelight flickered between them, reflecting in Aurora’s wine glass as she swirled the deep red liquid.The view from their table was nothing short of breathtaking—the city of Paris stretched out below, lights shimmering like fallen stars. The Eiffel Tower’s grand structure surrounded them, casting an air of romance and intimacy.Aurora sighed, a small smile playing on her lips as she set her glass down. “I never thought I’d be here.”Lucian leaned back, his expression relaxed yet observant. “You make it sound like you don’t deserve a break.”She chuckled lightly. “Maybe I don’t.”Lucian shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. &ldquo

“Do you like this?”Lucian held up a bracelet, the beads glinting under the market lights. The vendor had told him it could be customized with a name if the buyer wanted.But Aurora didn’t answer.Frowning, he picked up another one—similar but slightly more intricate, also handmade.“How about this?” he asked again.Still, nothing.Lucian turned, expecting to see her beside him, but the space where she had been standing was empty.His stomach twisted.“Aurora?” He called her name, scanning the crowded street.

Aurora lay beside Lucian, her eyes tracing the sharp lines and softened edges of his face as he slept. His breathing was slow and steady, his expression peaceful—so different from the man who had fought for her just hours ago. She memorized every detail, committing them to memory.There was no doubt now—she liked this man.Her husband.A man was full of secrets.A man she still couldn’t fully trust.She had thought she’d never open her heart again after what Ethan did to her. But Lucian was different. He had shattered her defenses without even trying, making her feel things she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

The dimly lit room felt heavy with tension. Aurora could almost taste the scent of cigars and aged whiskey clinging to the air.The club’s private lounge was secluded—designed for deals made in whispers and sealed with blood.Across from her, lounging like a king on a velvet armchair, sat Ruel Gaviez—the son of the infamous Mafia leader, Rafael Gaviez. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he swirled a glass of brandy in his hand.His sharp eyes flickered between her and Lucian, amusement dancing in their dark depths.“So?” Ruel mused, taking a slow sip of his drink. “What can you possibly offer that’s greater than Ethan Calloway’s deal with us?”Aurora’s gaze darkened. “You met with Ethan Calloway.” Her voice was smooth, and controlled. “What was the deal?”Beside her, Lucian grabbed her arm. She turned, catching the warning in his eyes. But she didn’t waver. Instead, she stared at him with unwavering determination.Ruel raised a brow, the smirk never leaving his lips.“Straight to the