All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Raina grabbed the rag, wiping down the counter with quick, restless motions. She was tired— not just physically, but mentally and emotionally drained. It had been one of those shifts. Café Haven was supposed to be a place where people came to escape from the world, but tonight, Raina could barely keep her own thoughts from drowning her. Just as she was about to grab her bag and leave, she heard the rumble of an engine—low, heavy, deliberate. The sound felt too controlled, too intimidating for an ordinary car. She turned toward the window. A black SUV had parked out front. No way. The man who stepped out didn’t belong here. Lucian Voss Drayden. The name alone made her stomach tighten. She’d seen him before—his face on magazine covers, news segments, and billboards across the city. CEO of Voss Industries and Drayden Holdings. Wealthy. Dangerous. Untouchable. And now, he was standing outside her café. Raina’s breath caught, and she shook her head, trying to steady herself. Bu

Raina stood before the enormous bedroom door, her fingers tracing the intricate carvings in the wood. The room beyond was breathtaking—luxurious beyond anything she had ever imagined—but the air felt cold, hollow, sterile. It wasn’t home. It wasn’t her choice. Everything about it screamed of someone else’s life, someone else’s control. She didn’t know what to expect—what he expected of her—but one thing was certain: this wasn’t the life she’d ever dreamed of. The bed was massive, the furniture elegant and finely crafted, but the space felt more like a showroom than a bedroom. The silence around her was deafening, pressing down on her chest until she could hardly breathe. A soft knock at the door startled her. For a fleeting second, her pulse jumped—part fear, part dread. She thought it might be Lucian. Quickly, she smoothed her dress, trying to appear calm as she approached the door. When she opened it just slightly, she was met not with Lucian’s cold stare, but with a woman in

The silence of the early morning hung thick in the air. Raina lay in her bed, her body still tangled in the heavy sheets. The dim light from the rising sun barely pierced through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room. Her mind was foggy from sleep, her thoughts drifting in the haze of dreams, when suddenly, a sharp knock on the door shattered the stillness. Startled, Raina’s eyes snapped open. The knock was loud, insistent, the sound ringing in her ears like an unwanted intrusion. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table—4:30 a.m. She had only just closed her eyes after a night spent staring at the ceiling, the weight of the marriage pressing down on her chest like an invisible hand. She sat up slowly, her head spinning from the abrupt wake-up. Her stomach rumbled—a quiet growl that only added to her discomfort. She hadn’t eaten properly since arriving at this house, and the hunger gnawed at her insides. Dragging herself out of bed, Raina’s feet met the chill

Raina sat awkwardly in the sleek leather chair, her hands resting stiffly on her lap, the soft hum of the waiting lounge filling her ears. The space was stunning—tall glass walls that overlooked the sprawling city, marble floors polished to a shine, and minimalist furniture that screamed luxury. Everything about it felt too big, too polished, too foreign. She was still trying to process what had just happened downstairs. Wife. He had called her his wife. Raina’s chest tightened at the memory. The reporters, the flashing cameras, the gasps—it was all a blur now, but the word lingered in the air around her, heavy and suffocating. She shifted slightly, feeling the curious glances of the employees who walked past. Some looked at her with awe, some with suspicion, and others with thinly veiled jealousy. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to appear composed, but every nerve in her body was on edge. “This is just a contract,” she whispered under her breath. “It doesn’t mean anyt

The mansion loomed around Raina, its cold marble floors and towering walls swallowing her whole. As soon as the heavy doors clicked shut behind them, the silence in the foyer was suffocating, wrapping around her like a noose. She stood there, caught in the void between what had just transpired and the unsettling reality that was about to unfold. The sting of humiliation—of being used—clawed at her chest, but it wasn’t the public spectacle that shook her the most. It was the feeling of being trapped, coerced into a marriage she hadn’t even agreed to. Lucian Voss Drayden, the man she now shared a life with, was cold, impassive, and a constant reminder that she wasn’t here by choice. Everything—her name, her life, her future—was just a pawn in a game she didn’t even fully understand. Lucian didn’t speak immediately, but the weight of his presence made it feel as if the walls themselves were closing in on her. He simply stood there, his broad frame dominating the room, an expression of