Chapter 101: Rescue Mission

Third Person POVThe lift doors closed with a muted thud, sealing Gordon inside his own penthouse as Lucas walked away without looking back.Tracy was dragged between two officers, still spitting venom, still screaming Diana’s name as if it belonged to her. Gordon fought them until his voice cracked, until his knuckles bled against reinforced glass, until the reality finally settled that he had lost control of everything.Lucas didn’t slow. He didn’t speak. He didn’t feel anything except the hard, razor-edged certainty that Diana was gone and that every second counted.Outside, the night swallowed them whole.The convoy moved fast. Blue lights cut through the dark as Tracy was shoved into the back of a vehicle, her laughter dissolving into incoherent fury. Gordon’s shouts echoed uselessly behind them, swallowed by concrete and distance.Lucas slid into the front passenger seat of the lead SUV, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His hands were steady. Too steady. The kind of calm that c

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

Chapter 102: You Two Are Family

Diana’s POVThe last thing I remembered before the darkness took me was Lucas.I wasn’t sure if that was a memory or a mercy my mind had created to soften the fall. His face, stern, frantic, unyielding, hovered behind my closed eyes like an afterimage burned into my thoughts.When I woke, it was light that greeted me first.Soft. Familiar.I blinked, my lashes heavy, my body slow to respond. The ceiling above me swam into focus, and with it came recognition so sharp it stole my breath.Lucas’s bedroom ceiling.My heart skipped violently.I pushed myself up on instinct, panic rushing in before sense could catch up. My gaze flew around the room, the muted colours, the heavy curtains, the faint scent of him that lingered in the air.This was his room.The room we’d shared briefly. Before the Smith mansion. Before I took everything from Gordon.“Lucas…” I whispered, my throat dry.Silence.“Lucas,” I tried again, louder now, shifting my weight to sit up........The door opened.Lucas step

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

Chapter 103: What We Are to Each Other

Diana’s POVI lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling, letting the truth sink in layer by layer until it felt too heavy to breathe beneath.Rebecca was my sister.My twin.The words echoed in my head, refusing to settle, rearranging everything I thought I knew about my life. About her. About him.“Did she know who I was?” I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper.Lucas nodded once.Something in my chest cracked.Everything made sense now. The way Rebecca had hovered at the edges of my life. The way she’d protected me without explanation. How she’d always watched me like she was afraid to blink.Even when I’d shown no interest in her friendship.“Did you know back then?” I asked, turning my head to look at him.“Yes.”The answer came too quickly.I frowned. So she hadn’t known on her own. He’d told her.A flicker of doubt crept in before I could stop it. How much of this was truth, and how much was what he wanted me to believe? But before I could voice it, another question

Last Updated : 2025-12-29

Chapter 104: It's Over

Diana's POVWhen I opened my eyes, I was sitting on a chair.For a brief, disoriented moment, my mind refused to catch up with my body. Then sensation rushed in all at once, pressure across my chest, my shoulders pulled painfully back, my wrists burning.A thick rope wrapped tightly around my torso, pinning my arms behind me. My legs were bound as well, ankles cinched together so firmly I couldn’t even shift my feet.Panic rose sharply in my throat.Beside me sat Lucas.His body was slumped forward, head covered with a coarse sack, his hands bound just like mine. He wasn’t moving. Not breathing heavily. Not stirring.Fear punched through me.“Lucas…” I whispered.No response.The place we were in smelled wrong. Like something had rotted and been forgotten. The metallic tang of rust clung to the air, heavy and stale, scraping at the back of my throat. Somewhere above us, a single bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly, its weak yellow light barely touching the corners of the room

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

Chapter 105: The Cost of Timing

Third Person POVThe interrogation room was silent in a way that felt deliberate. Not the heavy silence of resistance. Not fear.This was the silence of someone who had already decided how the story would end.Mrs Smith sat with her hands folded neatly on the steel table, posture immaculate despite the circumstances. Her hair was perfectly arranged. Her clothes pristine. Even now, cornered, exposed, stripped of leverage, she looked like a woman accustomed to control.Across from her, Lucas stood rather than sat.He had learned long ago that sitting invited conversation. Standing demanded truth.“You’ve run out of exits,” Lucas said quietly. “This is where you stop managing narratives and start answering questions.”Mrs Smith smiled faintly. It didn’t reach her eyes.“You always were your father’s son,” she said. “Straight to the point. No patience for theatre.”Lucas didn’t react. “We have your confession. Tell me about Gordon.”Her gaze flickered. Just once.That was enough.“Gordon

Last Updated : 2026-01-01

Chapter 106: Home, At Last

Diana’s POVI was in the kitchen when it happened. Not hiding. Not running. Not looking over my shoulder.Just standing barefoot on cool marble tiles, trying to prepare something to eat.My cravings had returned with a vengeance.Despite the fact that Lucas had hired a full-time cook, two rotating medical staff, and turned half the house into what could pass for a private maternity ward, I was still here, sleeves rolled up, hair loosely tied back, focused on a pan heating slowly on the stove.The house was too quiet for my liking. Too controlled. Too careful.Cameras blinked softly from every corner. Guards stood at every entrance. Even the windows felt reinforced, the glass thick enough to keep the world out.Lucas was out, closing the final chapter, as he put it. Chasing the last fragments of people who had tried to erase me. I had been ordered, politely but firmly, to stay home.He hadn’t said locked in.But that was what it felt like.“Ma’am,” the cook said for the third time, hov

Last Updated : 2026-01-05