All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The room was dark—almost suffocating in its stillness. The only light came from a dim bulb hanging low from the ceiling, its chain swaying slightly as though moved by the weight of silence itself. Beneath that trembling light sat a man—imposing, statuesque, a silent storm in a tailored black suit. Dal. Uncle to Lucian Voss Drayden. Puppeteer of misfortunes. A man whose power bent laws, silenced truths, and rewrote fates. He sat with his legs crossed, the smoke from his Cuban cigar curling around him like a loyal serpent. The oak table before him bore deep scars—some from time, others from history written in violence. A glass of whiskey, untouched, glistened at his side, reflecting the steely glint in his calculating eyes. Then came the sound—heavy boots on cold concrete, the metallic groan of a bolted door opening, and the dragged breath of a man in agony. Two of Dal’s men—broad, shadow-faced, and silent—stepped into the room, dragging a third man between them. Bloodied.

The cab’s tires groaned against the asphalt as it came to a slow halt, and Raina, still gripping the edge of her seat like it was the only thing tethering her to the world, reached for the door handle with trembling fingers. Her body moved like it remembered what to do, but her mind... her mind was somewhere far off, still drowning in the tears she hadn’t wiped yet. She stepped out of the cab, the cool air wrapping around her like a second skin, clinging to the soaked fabric of her blouse and sticking to her grief. Her legs barely steadied her as her feet touched the ground, and then—her phone rang. A sharp, jarring sound that cut through her chest like a blade. She fumbled for it, and when she finally saw the caller ID—“Unknown”—a strange chill settled in her bones. She almost didn’t answer. But something deep, something primal, made her press the green button. “Hello?” Her voice cracked, low and barely above a whisper. A crisp male voice came through, professional and heavy

It had been exactly one month since Lucian fell into a coma, and during those thirty long days, Raina had not stepped foot outside the hospital walls. Not once. Every single day, she woke up to the same sterile scent, the same echoing footsteps in the corridor, and the same dull lighting of Lucian’s room. Lucian hadn’t responded to any of the nurses whenever they tried to feed him. He would clamp his mouth shut or keep it lax like he wasn’t even aware they were there. But whenever Raina came to feed him, he somehow responded to her voice. The moment she gently whispered his name or told him softly that she had brought his favorite broth, he would part his lips, allowing her to spoon small portions into his mouth. It was the only response he had given since he slipped into the coma. That afternoon, Raina had just finished wiping the corners of Lucian’s lips with a soft napkin, carefully tucking the feeding tray aside. She adjusted the thin blanket covering him and took a deep b

The heavy black SUV slowed to a smooth stop in front of the towering glass building that housed Lucian Voss Drayden’s empire. Its sleek exterior gleamed under the late morning sun, reflecting the city skyline across the polished pavement. A chauffeur stepped out quickly, moving to the rear passenger door and opening it with a courteous nod. Lucian stepped out, his tall, commanding figure immediately drawing attention. Dressed in a sharply tailored navy suit, the collar of his coat lifted slightly in the breeze, he looked every bit like the man who had once ruled the city’s business world with quiet power. But there was something different today—something magnetic that made his presence impossible to ignore. Raina followed closely, her hand wrapped around his. Her elegant heels clicked softly against the pavement as she scanned the building entrance, sensing the subtle tension in the air. They stood together for a moment—Lucian’s eyes sweeping over the lobby like a man reclaimin

The venue shimmered beneath golden lighting, a perfect harmony of sleek marble, velvet curtains, and a runway that glowed like starlight. Guests—executives, designers, press, and fashion enthusiasts—waited with bated breath, eyes glittering with anticipation. A large white banner hung above the stage: “Internal Enterprises Presents: Raina Label – The Future of Fashion.” Then the music shifted. A soft hum of drums rose into a gentle crescendo as a group of builders appeared on the runway. Clad in signature black utility outfits embroidered with the brand’s emblem, they began unveiling the intricate panels Raina had spent weeks designing. Seamless, futuristic—a fusion of innovation and elegance. Her vision had come to life. And then she walked out. Raina. Wearing a tailored white pantsuit with silver undertones, hair pinned into a sleek bun, minimal makeup, yet breathtaking in presence. The applause was deafening. She paused at the edge of the runway, scanning the crowd, eyes