All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S BEAUTIFUL MARIONETTE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucia's pov Lucas's magnificent private jet finally arrived. Its sleek black body descending from the clouds and shining under the sunlight. I held my breath in awe for a moment before reality hit me: It was here to take away the girl I called my whole world.Sophia.my heart stretched in pain as I saw her little frame being safeguarded in a personalized stretcher, surrounded by a team of top specialists. I wasn't permitted to board or even get too close. Now,all I could hear was the fading echoes of the jet's engine as it flew away with her leaving me with a dull ache in my chest.“It's going to be alright, Lucia…she's going to be alright,” I turned to the direction of Lucas's voice as he said those words,his pose perfect, face unreadable.And I wanted to believe him. Desperately.I gathered myself together before I nodded feebly, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort. Lucas turned away first“Let's go.” He ushered me towards his beautiful blue Porsche and I marveled at it in w

Lucia's pov The first thing that caught my awareness was the coziness of the blanket covering my body and the strong but welcome aroma of food wafting through the air.For a minute, I thought it was all a dream - that perhaps, somehow I'd fallen asleep in my tacky apartment. Maybe the contract,fire,my divorce and Lucas never happened.But reality hit me like a shitton of bricks when I opened my eyes. The ceiling above my head was gorgeous, ivory panels with subtle silver inlays which enhanced the lavender outlook of the walls. The room was huge and far too expensive to be something I owned. I sighed as I got off the bed slowly, still a bit light-headed but managing to place my feet on the ground.But before I could walk to the door, I heard someone's footsteps coming up the stairs.I froze but didn't panic. I had a feeling it would be someone I knew…maybe Adrian or Lucas and when the door finally swung open, Adrian was there with a food tray in hand.His movements were precise, pract

Lucia's pov The early morning sun broke through the penthouses' windows like molten gold.I fluttered my eyes against it dazed for a second until the woodsy scent of pricey furniture polish reminded me of where I was.Not hope General.Not home.But Lucas Marano's sky fortress.I pushed myself up steadily in the giant bed, stretching my sore muscles. I thought of Sophia and a sharp ache poked at my chest. She was probably in some place I couldn't follow right now.That both terrified and relieved me.I willed my body out of the comfy bed and started my daily wandering through the penthouse. It was almost eerily silent, the kind of quietness that made me almost hear my heartbeat. The tiled floors made my steps echo, magnifying the sound as if the house wanted to remind me that I didn't fit in here.Adrian was already in the kitchen(a place he made his second office) when I got there, placing a tray of omelettes and pancakes with coffee on the counter.“Good morning to you, miss Lucia,

Lucia's pov Dinner with Lucas yesterday weighed heavily on me like thick metal. The silence between us was ironically too loud…just like a breakable wall made of unspoken words. His presence was enigmatic, dangerous and yet overwhelming all the same time. I tried not to despise him for making me feel like his puppet but everytime he looked at me with his assessing look, I almost always lose it.And the worst part is that I'm not entirely sure if the hate is genuine or forced.This morning, the penthouse was once again aglow with sunlight streaming from its huge windows, giving it a regal look.For once, the air wasn't so heavy with despair because I didn't wake up to beeping machines hooked up to my sister's body in a hospital. But waking up to an empty bed while I was ‘married’ was still a little unsettling to me.Granted, I didn't really understand Lucas yet nor did I want intimacy now but I couldn't help but wonder “what if”.All that didn't matter now because he was probably too

Chapter twenty Lucia's pov After I had searched my room some more, I decided to go down the stairs to do more searching for my bunny. My heart was doing acrobatics in my ribcage and for once I didn't even mind it. My precious bunny was gone. The towel bed I made for it was destroyed, the water basin turned over and I was just so angry with myself right now. “I can't believe I was so careless.” I muttered angrily as I bolted down the stairs fast and barefoot. My pulse sprinting alongside me. My newfound joy, the small creature that made me feel genuinely warm and fuzzy inside for the first time in a long time, had vanished into this labyrinth-like mansion where silence could swallow all if you'd let it. I continued my hallway search desperately,my voice hushed but still panicked. “Bunny baby? Where are you?.” No bunny-like sound - just the low hum of the air-conditioner and my heavy breathing. I stormed the large living room, the kitchen and even a small terrace t