However, this was Lucian's only chance to get Marisol. She was heartless, and she would never give him another chance if he missed this. There would be no next time, and no opportunity more perfect than now.The timing and the odds were aligned. He had to take it.Otto's face twisted with anger as his cane slammed hard against Lucian's back, making him flinch. "What on earth do you even see in her?!"What did he see in her?Lucian's gaze turned vacant as he stared into the distance. His face looked pale and worn, yet somehow, he smiled.He couldn't fully explain it, but he knew it well.Even if Marisol was born with nothing—someone low in status, as unremarkable as dust floating through the air—to him, she was the only dust that mattered. It didn't matter if she was dirt or ashes; he'd place her in the world's most beautiful box, set it right in front of him every single day, and to him, that would be treasure. "I only want her," he said again, firm and unshakeable.Otto kne
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