جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

Lacy's POV It's another night to hunt for a man- a very rich man. The music vibrates through the club, a steady rhythm of deep sounds that thrum against my skin.Multicoloured lights dance about, distorting my vision. I wobble a little on my heels, shine some teeth at a bartender.The white heels on my feet were a lucky find at a clearance sale and my golden anklet glints with each step I take- stumble, rather.My hair falls in soft waves around my shoulders, framing my face just right. I know I look good, and in a place like this, looking good is everything especially if you're looking to snag someone.Except...I'm a little nervous. I'm never nervous and it's weird.I mean I did this for a living: captivated men for a quick buck. It's never hard.I weave through the crowd, careful not to brush against anyone. The last thing I need is some drunk thinking my presence is an invitation. The bar is my first stop; a shiny, glossy counter with rows of expensive liquor lined up and th

Lucy's POV"Ughhh...oh..."I wake up with a very sharp headache. My stomach feels sick too.My body feels heavy, but that doesn't matter. I immediately sit up with a groan.Where...the hell am I?I blink, trying to see in the dark room. There's barely any light here.I try to notice some things; to stay present.The bed I'm sitting on is softer than anything I've ever slept on before. Very comfy.But this comfort is not important- I'm afraid.I breathe and try my best to remember what happened last before I blacked out.It all comes back to me.Vincent Black. The contract. The money.Immediately, I sit up. My hands fly over my body, checking myself. No torn clothes. No bruises. No sign that anything...worse happened.Okay. I'm fine...I sigh and throw the heavy blanket off now. My legs swing over the side of the bed.I stand shakily.The room is huge- far bigger than that tiny apartment I shared with my mother. Everything is really modern and very sleek, too. But the décor is bland.

Lacy's POV"You're not going to eat?"I glance up from my untouched plate, my grip tightening on the fork. Across from me, Mira, I think that's what her name is, one of the women who had made it her mission to get under my skin, leans her chin on her hand, smirking."I-" I stop myself before I say something that would have them pressing their hands deeper on my throat. I needed to compose myself and not forget Vincent's rules.They stare at me intently, waiting for my response, but I look down at the table, ignoring them instead. Whispers. Soft snickers.The food tasted awful, but with how the others were enjoying their meal, it was obvious that this plate was made especially for me. How low would they go?"She's still here?""Poor thing doesn't even know she's just a decoration, an arm candy even.""Bet he already regrets bringing her.""I haven't seen them together since she arrived. Some wife she is.""Is she supposed to be our Luna? Pathetic."My hands clench under the table.

Lacy's POV Vincent's kiss is rough and harsh. He doesn't spare me a single breath as he ravishes my mouth. Each thrust of his tongue elicits moans from me.I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am, but his body heat, the way he's holding me down with one hand, his body pressed on top of mine, is all too much for me to resist.I can't think straight. "Vin..cent," I say his name out slowly, still trying to push him away from me because this isn't right. I don't want him to blame me for not stopping him at the end of the day. His response to me calling out his name is holding my hands tighter together. Frustration bubbles within me, and I raise my leg to knee him, but he must have predicted my move because he suddenly releases my hands and lifts me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder."Let me down! Let me down this instant." All I got was a grunt from him.He walks towards the bed and dumps me ungraciously on it. I immediately become self-conscious that I am in a robe with n

Lacy's POVTruly, his "girlfriend" is here. I don't know why I followed Vincent's mother down the stairs. But here I am, listening as she speaks."Oh, this is going to be fun," Celeste murmurs, her smirk widening as she releases Vincent's mother's hands.Her eyes flick back to me, full of judgment. "So, you're really married to him? How... unfortunate.""That's right. I'm his wife," I say, keeping my voice even.Vincent's mother lets out a soft, almost pitying laugh. "Oh, Lacy, dear. You don't need to get so defensive."She turns to Celeste with a fond smile. "She's still adjusting."Adjusting.Like I'm some temporary guest, an outsider who needs to learn her place.Celeste tilts her head. "It must be hard, you know. You are an outcast here, tsk." "Tell me, Lacy. How does it feel, knowing everyone in this house wishes I were in your place?"I take in a sharp breath. That one stung. I have never been so unwanted in my life, but giving her any adverse reaction would only fuel whatever