All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The morning sun filtered softly through the heavy curtains, painting streaks of golden light across the room. Raina was deep in sleep, her body curled under the warm covers, her breathing calm and even for once. After the chaotic encounter with Lucian the night before, her mind had finally shut down, giving her a brief moment of peace. Knock. Knock. The sharp tapping at the door pulled her from her slumber. Raina groaned, flipping to the other side of the bed and pressing a pillow over her head. She was in no mood for another confrontation. But the knock came again, firmer this time, followed by the voice of one of the housemaids—Rina, the one with the permanent frown and an even more permanent scarf wrapped around her head. “Madam Raina,” the maid called through the door. “Master Lucian says you should meet him at the tennis court.” Raina cracked one eye open, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Tennis court?” she mumbled groggily, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Is that ma

The room buzzed with anticipation. Rows of suited journalists, executives, and flashing cameras filled the high-ceilinged hall of Drayden Holdings’ headquarters. The company’s signature black-and-platinum insignia shimmered from a massive screen behind the podium. Security lined the doors, stoic and alert, while PR aides murmured quietly along the sides. Lucian Voss Drayden stepped onto the stage — all calculated control in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. He didn’t need to speak for silence to fall. His very presence commanded it. He stopped at the sleek glass podium, both hands resting flat against it, his cold gray eyes sweeping across the audience. The clicking of cameras intensified as he looked up. “Good morning,” he began, his voice smooth, deep, and effortlessly commanding — the kind of tone that filled every corner of the room without ever needing to rise. “I appreciate your attendance. As most of you already know, Drayden Holdings has spent the last decade redefini

The door slammed open with a frustrated bang as Raina stormed into her room. Her breath came in shallow pants, her heart pounding—not from the press conference or the flashing cameras—but from him. With a sharp growl of annoyance, she kicked off her heels with violent aim—one flying toward the corner near the full-length mirror and the other disappearing under the edge of her dressing table. Without missing a beat, she flung her handbag across the room. It hit the wardrobe with a thud and tumbled to the floor, the contents spilling halfway out. The tension in her body rose like a tide. The rage wasn’t enough. It clawed inside her like fire under her skin. Her fingers gripped the edge of her gown, yanking the zipper down in one swift motion. She peeled it off her body and flung it on her lap as she collapsed onto the edge of the bed, letting out an angry, exasperated sigh. The silence in the room was loud—the kind that echoed with what wasn’t said, what couldn’t be said in front

Lucian struggled under her weight as he finally reached the hallway to her room. She was lighter than expected, yet somehow still felt like she carried the weight of a thousand curses. When he got to her door, he tried the knob. Twisted. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing. Click. Rattle. Jam. The lock refused to budge. His jaw clenched. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, pressing his forehead against the door in exasperation. Of all times… now? Now the stupid door decided to break down like a washed-up soap opera character? He exhaled a long, tortured sigh—one that reeked of disbelief, exhaustion, and the universe’s poor sense of humor. “This door really chose violence tonight…” Left with no choice, he carefully lowered Raina onto the floor just outside the room, propping her against the wall. She instantly began mumbling again, head lolling to the side as she tugged half-heartedly at the hem of her robe. “Mmmph. Demon bastard… oversized suit

The morning sun filtered through the sleek glass panels of the grand Drayden Holdings building. The city pulsed with life outside, but inside the walls of wealth and legacy, tension simmered quietly beneath the polished calm. Lucian adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, his reflection sharp in the tinted window. Beside him, Raina stood poised yet uneasy, her gaze fixed anywhere but on him as they stepped out of the car. His voice came out curt—sharp and deliberate. “Stick to your section, Raina. I have a meeting in five. Don’t wander around.” Raina arched a brow, lips curving in irritation. “Wasn’t planning to shadow you. Believe it or not, I actually have work to do.” He didn’t reply. The silence between them was thick, loaded with words neither dared to say. Then they split—Lucian heading left toward the top-floor executive suites, while Raina made her way toward the Drayden Fashion Café & Bakery, the newest branch under the company’s creative division. The atmosphere changed inst