Semua Bab Lucifer's Captive Bride: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the choices. “What about something a little more… portable? Something I can keep in my pocket.” The man smiled and led me to another shelf where a variety of small knives were on display. He picked up a sleek, silver pocket knife, flicking it open with a quick motion. “This one’s popular. Easy to carry, discreet, and sharp enough to do some damage if it comes down to it.” I stared at the knife for a moment, imagining what it would be like to actually have to use it. The idea made my stomach churn, but I knew I couldn’t ignore the reality of the situation anymore. I had to be ready.“I’ll take the stun gun and the knife,” I said, my voice firmer than I felt. The man nodded, ringing me up at the counter. As he handed me the bag, he gave me a serious look. “Remember, these are tools for self-defense, not toys. Use them wisely, and only if you really need to.” I nodded, thanking him before heading back out onto the street. The weight of the bag

"I need to take a shower," I said abruptly, my voice firmer than I intended. "I just... I need to clean up." Liam looked confused but didn’t argue. He nodded and pointed toward the bathroom down the hall. "Of course. Go ahead." Without another word, I hurried toward the bathroom, desperate for a moment to collect myself. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, letting out a long, shaky breath. The adrenaline that had been pumping through my veins was finally starting to wear off, leaving me feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the water on as hot as I could stand. The warmth soothed my aching muscles, washing away the grime and tension of the night. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t wash away the memories. The fear. The uncertainty. I stayed in the shower longer than I probably should have, letting the steam cloud my thoughts. When I finally stepped out, my skin was flushed, and my hair w

"I’ll be taking her now," Lucifer said softly, his voice as calm as ever. He gave Liam a final, almost dismissive glance before turning to leave, his hold on me never wavering. As we stepped into the night, the air was cool, crisp, and unnervingly still. His car—a sleek, black limo—waited by the curb like a shadow waiting to swallow me whole. I shot one last glance at Liam, who stood frozen near the door, worry etched across his face. I forced a smile, trying to reassure him, though I wasn’t sure if it was for his benefit or mine. Lucifer opened the door, gesturing for me to get inside. I hesitated for a split second but climbed in. The leather seats were soft, swallowing me in luxury I’d never known. As I sat, Lucien turned around from the driver’s seat, his black eyes burning into mine with a glare so sharp I flinched. He said nothing, but his expression spoke volumes. He was angry, and I knew why. I lowered my gaze, feeling his silent judgment heavy on my chest. My fingers brush

I didn’t shout, didn’t cry. I just stood there, a strange calm washing over me, one that didn’t feel like it belonged to me. The knife was still there, gleaming faintly in the low light. But I wasn’t even sure what I was looking at anymore. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. After what felt like hours, I slowly tiptoed past their bodies, moving upstairs without a sound. I kept thinking I would wake up, that this was some twisted dream I’d stumble out of any moment. But the blood on the floor—the blood that was still on my shoes—it was too real. Too present. My feet carried me to my room as if they were moving on their own, disconnected from my brain. I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t even feel the floor beneath me. Once inside, I stripped off my clothes, the same ones I had worn just hours earlier when I was out with Lucifer. The fabric clung to me, stiff with sweat, but I barely noticed. My hands were trembling, but I couldn’t understand why. It was as though my body had become s

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in Liam’s house anymore. I blinked, disoriented, looking around. The soft glow of a fire flickered in the corner of the room, casting shadows on the familiar dark walls. My breath caught in my throat. I was in the mansion. Lucifer’s mansion. "How do you feel?" His smooth voice slid through the air, and I turned to see him sitting casually on the couch, his legs crossed, watching me with a slight smirk. I swallowed, my throat dry. "This is a dream?" I asked, though deep down, I already knew the answer. Lucifer’s smile widened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Of course," he said, leaning back into the cushions, completely at ease. "Right now, you're in another man’s house. You went back to Liam." My chest tightened at the mention of Liam. How did Lucifer know? I took a step back, my mind scrambling to process everything. "How did you—" "I know everything, Selene." His voice was gentle, but the undercurrent of control was undeniable. "You’ve been