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Panic gripped Lucien’s chest. “Open the door,” Lucien said, backing away. “What are you doing?” Mark started walking toward him slowly. “You don’t even know how beautiful you are… it’s been driving me crazy.” Lucien’s heart pounded. “Stop. Don’t come closer.” “You shouldn’t wear those tight shirts,” Mark continued, voice low and trembling with sick desire. “You shouldn’t sleep with your door unlocked.” Lucien’s back hit the edge of the bed. He didn’t know what to do. Scream? Run? But the door was locked and Mark was bigger and stronger. Mark lunged. Lucien scrambled across the bed, kicking wildly. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” he yelled. Mark caught his ankle and yanked him back. Lucien screamed again, panic in every inch of his voice. “HELP! STOP!” Mark climbed on top of him, covering his mouth. “Shut up,” he hissed. “I’ll be quick.” Tears filled Lucien’s eyes. He fought wildly, hitting and clawing, but Mark’s weight was pressing down hard. Lucien’s strength was failing him

Zayn put his hands inside his pockets as he stared at Lucien, who had his head down. Lucien couldn’t look at him. His fingers twisted together nervously, nails biting into his skin. Zayn sighed. The sound was low, heavy. He took a step closer, his boots making a soft thud on the floor. Lucien’s shoulders tensed instantly. "You had a nightmare?" Zayn asked quietly. Lucien nodded once. He didn’t dare speak. Zayn moved closer until he stood right in front of him. He crouched down a little so he could see Lucien’s face, but the boy still kept his gaze on the floor. "What was it about?" Zayn pressed, his voice not unkind but carrying that firm edge he always had. Lucien shook his head. "It’s… nothing." His voice was barely above a whisper. "It’s not nothing," Zayn said, sharper this time. "You’re shaking, Lucien." Lucien flinched. His lips trembled. "I don’t… want to talk about it." "Why?" Zayn asked. Lucien’s breathing became shallow. He wanted to tell him. He want

As Zayn walked down the stairs with Lucien following behind, Lucien wondered why the sitting room was quiet. On most occasions, Amy would be sitting on the couch, or Vera would be somewhere nearby, moving around or giving orders. But this time, it was silent—too silent. He didn’t get the chance to think much about it before they stepped outside. The air was fresh, but the sunlight made him squint. His thoughts shifted immediately. Where is he taking me? Why am I outside? Lucien’s eyes scanned the surroundings as they walked across the paved driveway. He remembered the last time he had been outside—really outside—was the day Emily and he had decided to head to the market. That day felt like a lifetime ago. That was also the last time he saw Emily. The memory tugged at his chest, but it was quickly interrupted when he noticed movement ahead. A small group of people stood near a sleek van—the kind of expensive, glossy black van billionaires use. There were multiple guards in

Flashback… Eight years ago… It was supposed to be a perfect day. Lucien and his twin brother, Cassien, were turning ten. Their mother, always determined to make her children’s birthdays special, had planned an elaborate celebration this year—more guests, more decorations, more food than ever before. She wanted it to be a day her boys would never forget. By noon, the mansion’s large front lawn was filled with children. Some were classmates from school, others were the children of her business partners, and a few were neighbors. Bright balloons swayed gently in the breeze, and long tables were covered in colorful cakes, drinks, and snacks. Lucien remembered the warmth in his chest that morning. He loved birthdays—especially big ones. To him, more guests meant more presents, and more presents meant more things to cherish. He wore the new outfit his mother had bought for him and Cassien—matching white shirts tucked into neatly pressed navy trousers, with polished shoes that cl

After Lucien was done bathing, warm steam still clinging faintly to his skin, he stepped out of the bathroom. His bare feet touched the soft carpet and, for a moment, the quietness of the room wrapped around him. He expected the space to be empty, but his steps slowed when he noticed Zayn still sitting in the bedroom. The man was leaning back on the bed, one arm propped lazily against the headboard, his eyes fixed on his phone. The soft glow of the screen reflected off his sharp features. Lucien’s brows rose slightly, but he said nothing. He tightened his grip on the towel hanging around his waist and walked toward the wardrobe. The wardrobe was massive—dark wood with polished handles, standing tall against the wall like it belonged in a magazine. Lucien pulled the doors open and was greeted by an orderly display of clothes hanging neatly in rows. The faint smell of new fabric drifted out. He froze for a second, because the sight took him back to yesterday—the shopping trip. T