Semua Bab THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Zayn sat quietly in the back seat of his sleek, black SUV, his gaze locked out the tinted window. The car sped through the busy city, escorted by two vehicles, one ahead, one behind. Inside those cars were his security men. Seven in total. Always alert. Always armed. His driver glanced in the mirror. "Ten minutes to arrival, sir." Zayn gave a slight nod. He didn’t speak. Instead, he leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly on his knee. This was the twentieth call. The hospital had tried over and over. His father's doctors had reached out, begging him to come. Zayn had ignored them every time. But this last call had been different. It wasn’t the doctors. It was his father. Zayn had picked up, only to hear the voice he hadn’t spoken to in months. "If you don’t come to see me today," his father had said with a rasp, "then don’t expect me to name you my heir." Zayn wasn’t the kind of man to beg for anyone’s wealth. He didn’t need his father’s empire. He had built his own. He was a

Chapter 13: What Hurt Most? The Water Or Humiliation? “Hi.” Lucien jumped. He turned to see Amy standing at the kitchen door. Her dress was pink today, with a tiny bow tied at the waist. She smiled sweetly. “H-Hi,” Lucien said nervously. “You… you shouldn’t be here.” Amy giggled and stepped inside. “Why not? Are you cooking?” “Yes, but… your mom or dad might not want you here.” Amy tilted her head. “I just want to help.” Lucien hesitated, then shook his head. “ohh.. thank you but, it’s not safe. There’s hot oil.” “But I’m careful,” she insisted, stepping closer. “No—stop, don’t come too—” Suddenly, Amy slipped. Her foot caught the edge of the mat near the stove, and she yelped. Lucien instinctively reached for her, and in that second—she bumped against the counter. A sharp sound rang out. “Ouch!” Amy cried out, tears springing to her eyes. Lucien froze. She clutched her arm, and her cry grew louder. “It hurts!” “What happened?” A new voice. Daisy. Sh

Chapter 15: He Requests Your Presence The heavy wooden doors of Zane's study room burst open with a loud bang. Roman marched in, fists clenched at his sides. His brows were drawn tightly together, and his usually calm face was twisted in anger. His chest rose and fell quickly, and his boots echoed sharply against the polished floor. As expected, Zane didn’t flinch. He sat behind a massive black oak desk, comfortably nestled in a deep leather chair that looked like a throne. The room smelled of smoke and expensive cologne. The walls were lined with dark shelves filled with books, trophies, and a few framed photographs that seemed too perfect to be real. One side of the room had tall glass windows, the curtains half drawn. Heavy shadows danced along the walls. Between his fingers, Zane held a thin cigarette, half-burned. Wisps of smoke curled into the air as he lifted it to his lips, then exhaled slowly, lazily. On the desk sat a thick crystal bottle of whiskey, half empty, and

Chapter 17: What The Fuck Am I Doing? Zayn walked into his study room, the sound of his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. He let out a quiet sigh and pulled off his suit jacket, preparing to toss it over the couch like he always did. But his hand froze in the air. Lucien was still there. he was Curled up on the edge of the couch, asleep. Zayn stared at him, his brows drawing together slightly. Lucien’s arms were wrapped around himself like he was trying to protect his own body from something. His knees were pulled close, and his head was resting against the couch cushion. He looked so small. So... breakable. There was a faint red mark still visible on the side of Lucien’s cheek. His breathing was soft and even, his eyelashes resting gently over his pale skin. His lips were slightly parted, and his dark hair had fallen messily over his forehead. Zayn just stared at Lucien and didn’t move for a moment. The sharp knock on the door pulled him back to reality. One of his g

Chapter 19: Coffee Spill And here is the dining room," Emily said, opening a tall double door. They both stepped in. "Wow," Lucien muttered under his breath. "This is more than I expected." "Yeah, right? When I first came here, I had the same expression as you do now," Emily replied with a small smile. Lucien slowly walked forward, taking in the details of the room. The dining room was massive. A long, polished mahogany table stretched across the center, surrounded by twelve high-backed chairs with soft velvet cushioning. A chandelier hung directly above the table, sparkling under the soft glow of the ceiling lights. The walls were painted cream with golden floral patterns tracing the edges. A massive clock was mounted on the wall, its gold-rimmed face ticking quietly in the background. The air smelled faintly of lavender and wood polish. Lucien was still admiring the paintings on the far end of the room when Emily clapped her hands together. "Alright, that's enough of sho