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Chapter 160 — The Fragments of Truth

LYRAThe file opened in front of me seems almost banal, thin, fragile, but I know it contains the weight of twenty years of mysteries and silences. My fingers brush over the papers, my heart races, and the restaurant, though neutral and quiet, becomes a suspended theater, where every word could tilt the reality I had reconstructed.Yann sits down with the calculated calm that characterizes him, crosses his legs, and looks me straight in the eyes. I feel Lucas tense beside me, his hands clenched on the table, ready to intervene if the atmosphere becomes too charged.— Before we begin, murmurs Yann, I need to know… where is Alexandre?I almost jump. Lucas gives me a questioning glance, and I sense that the mere name of Alexandre triggers something in this room.— He is… with us in our thoughts, I reply softly, my heart pounding. He doesn’t know anything about this yet.Yann nods, seemingly satisfied with a partial answer, then continues, more seriously:— Good. Because what I’ve discove

Chapter 161 — The Secretary's Shadow

LYRAThe soft clinking of cutlery around us feels unreal, almost indecent. The scent of wine, the smell of roasted meat, the hushed laughter of other patrons: it all blurs into an absurd background against the weight of the words already pressing in the air.Yann places a brown envelope on the open file. The gesture seems simple, but I sense a deliberate performance in its slowness. His fingers brush the cardboard as if the item contained flammable material. My heart tightens: it’s not an envelope, it’s a fuse ready to ignite everything I thought I knew.Lucas doesn’t move. His fists are clenched, gripping the table, but his gaze, fixed, is that of a caged predator, ready to pounce.“I found traces,” Yann says, his voice low, controlled, chilling. “In archives that should have remained confidential. Internal memos. Correspondence. All linked to Alexandre’s mother’s secretary.”An innocuous name. Secretary. Yet, that word explodes within me like a detonation. Banality is suddenly tinge

Chapter 162 — Four Months of Fire

TANIAI'm lying on my bed, the window slightly open, letting in a warm breeze. Evening descends upon the city, shadows lengthen, and my room fills with that muffled silence that amplifies thoughts. But in my head, nothing is silent. Everything screams his name. Lucas.Four months have passed since that first night. Four months, and every day, every hour, every second is imbued with him. He is everywhere: in my skin, in my dreams, in the slightest beat of my heart.When I close my eyes, I see him again. His burning gaze that undresses me effortlessly, his deep voice that slips into my ear like both a caress and a threat, his hands that know me better than I know myself. He has marked me. No, he has possessed me. And I've never wanted to fight it.At first, it was just a dangerous, almost unreal fascination. Lucas: Lyra's brother. Untouchable. Breathtakingly handsome, rich, inaccessible. An apparition too perfect to belong to my reality. But a single shiver, just one of his kisses, was

Chapter 163 — The Rendezvous

TANIAThe phone vibrates softly on my nightstand, a barely perceptible sound in the silence of the room. But for me, it’s an explosion. I reach out, my trembling fingers sliding across the screen. When my eyes read the words, my heart stops for a split second.“10 PM. Montclair Hotel. Room 408.”I remain still, breathless, as if my entire body needs time to understand. Then a warmth, brutal and consuming, rises from my chest to my face. I smile, unable to contain myself, a smile that belongs to a woman who knows she is desired.Lucas.I read the message once, twice, three times. Each number is a promise. Each letter, a command I cannot ignore. Tonight, he calls me. Tonight, he wants me. And me… I am already burning.I leap up, the cold floorboards beneath my bare feet bringing me back to reality. In the mirror, I catch my reflection: flushed cheeks, bright eyes, parted lips. I look like a lovestruck teenager, yet what I feel is much deeper, much darker. It’s a hunger. An addiction.I

Chapter 164 — The Predator

LUCASI look at the time on my watch. 9:12 PM. Soon.The message was sent a long time ago. Three sentences, simple, dry, precise: 10 PM. Montclair Hotel. Room 408. No need for anything else. Three sentences that have become a chain around her neck. She must have jumped, smiled like a child, her heart racing. I imagine her trembling fingers caressing the screen, her lips stretching into that silly smile she thinks is secret. I already know the scene. I know how she prepares: feverish, exhilarated, convinced she is giving herself to the man of her life.And tonight… tonight, I will shatter this illusion.Four months. Four months of patience, shadow, calculation. I have shaped Tania like one molds pliable clay. I let her believe that her gestures, her choices, her desire were born from her. What absurdity. Every sigh she has breathed, I have torn from her. Every tremor of her thighs, I orchestrated.I recall our first encounters. Her distrust. Her eyes searching for reasons to flee from

Chapter 165 — The Mask

LUCASThe door of suite 408 remains ajar. A thin beam of light cuts across the hallway carpet, like a fragile blade. I chose this room at the end of the corridor for a simple reason: silence. The perfect place for thoughts to scream without witnesses.Alix enters quietly. Her steps are measured, calculated, like everything about her. Her dress accentuates her curves but does not impose them. She smiles that conventional, polite, almost administrative smile, but her eyes hold another promise. She places her bag on an armchair, a routine gesture, then turns towards me.— Nice room, she says in an even voice.— It's at the end of the corridor, I reply. No one will disturb us.She lets out a brief laugh, then walks towards me. Her movements are not hurried. She knows that every second she takes is a second I spend observing her. Her fingers glide briefly over the table, as if seeking support, then she stops a breath away from me. Her scent is subtle, almost absent, and it is her warmth, m

Chapter 166 — The Parenthesis

LUCASThe door to suite 408 remains ajar, but the hallway light no longer reaches me. It’s as if it has stopped at the threshold, kept at bay by the bubble we have just created. Here, there is only her and me.Alix is still there, pressed against me, her breath mingling with mine. Her hand remains on my neck, her fingers playing with my hair like a soft melody. Her eyes shine with a glimmer I’m not used to seeing in her: less calculation, more turmoil.I rest my forehead against hers. I feel her warmth radiating, a gentle fever. Her lips brush against mine again, but this time without urgency, just to savor the moment. She places a kiss, then another, longer. I welcome it.Her hand slowly glides from my neck to my throat, then down to my chest. The fabric of my shirt cushions her touch, but I feel it nonetheless. Her fingers linger, tracing invisible lines, as if she wants to memorize my shape. She undoes nothing, seeks to go no faster. She explores.I respond by letting my hand follo

Chapter 167 — The Breaking of the Mask

LUCASThe door to room 408 is slightly ajar. Not by chance. I left it that way, intentionally. A crack in the silence, a silent invitation. If someone is to enter, if someone is to see, it must be her. The trap is set, waiting only for its spectator.Alix doesn’t know. She advances into the room as if crossing a forbidden boundary, taking small, uncertain steps. Her eyes settle on me, shining with a turmoil she tries to mask. She hesitates, suspended between reason and vertigo. Her fingers grip my shirt, tighten for a moment, then relax as if she has just forgiven herself for her own surrender.I do not stop her. On the contrary, my hand gently rests on her hip, and that contact is enough to make her yield. She comes back to me, her lips finding mine, more urgent this time, as if fearing I might escape her.Her scent envelops me. Her warmth courses through me. Her arms wrap around me, her hands exploring my shoulders with a newfound urgency. She sighs, almost gasping. Every sound she

Chapter 168 — The Four Truths

TANIA— How… how could you?My voice breaks. My legs wobble, my hands tremble. Every fiber of my body screams, unable to stand upright. In front of me, the scene is a waking nightmare: Lucas, my Lucas, lying on the bed with her. His lips still reddened from kisses, his hands still resting on her body.I am suffocating. My breath quickens, irregular, burning. Tears flow, hot, searing, as if they want to wash away my shame and disbelief. Each drop is a knife I stab into myself.— Tell me it’s not true, tell me it’s not…LUCASI slowly sit up, without haste, letting each movement weigh heavily. My eyes dive into hers, icy, relentless. No detour, no tenderness. Not a word of apology. The moment is here, perfect, cruel.— It’s true.Her eyes widen, her breath catches. The sobbing intensifies. I watch her stagger under the weight of my words, and I continue:— I never loved you, Tania.A heavy silence falls. Her knees buckle, she steps back, searching for an invisible support.— All this ti

Chapter 169 — The Collapse

TANIAI fall to my knees on the ground, breathless, heart pounding. My hands tremble, my fingers sink into the carpet as if to hold onto something slipping away—my dignity, my sanity, my anger. Each tear is a hammer blow in my chest, each sob a brutal reminder of everything I thought I knew.— How… why… why me? I murmur between sobs.I almost scream, but no sound comes out. My shoulders shake violently, my arms strike the air, the ground, my own legs, as if to externalize the chaos devouring me from within. I hate myself for having believed it. For having loved him. For having trusted him.— Tell me it’s a lie… tell me you’re lying… I plead, my voice broken, breathless.But his eyes do not lie. Lucas stands there, frozen, immobile, like a marble statue. He stares at me, and every second I meet his gaze is a blade. He does not move, does not touch me, shows no pity.LUCASI step forward slowly, my steps calculated, my gaze fixed on her. Every sob, every shiver of shame, every disordere

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