All Chapters of His Runaway Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61: Lila's POV

*Lila’s POV*I heard about the visitor from the staff before Lucian mentioned him.Three foreign cars. Unscheduled arrival. French plates.Lucian does not allow surprises inside his gates.So if someone stood under this roof tonight, it meant one of two things:He was either extremely dangerous.Or extremely useful.Possibly both.I chose not to ask questions. Questions suggest uncertainty. I prefer observation.I found him in the west sitting room.He stood near the fireplace as if the house had been designed around him – tall, composed, one hand resting loosely in his pocket. Dark suit. No tie. The kind of man who understands precision but doesn’t need to prove it.He turned when I entered.Our eyes met.And I felt it instantly.Not attraction.Not curiosity.Assessment.Cold. Immediate. Mutual.He did not smile.Neither did I.“You must be Lucian’s fiancée,” he said first, voice smooth with a faint accent I couldn’t immediately place. French, perhaps. Or something close to it.“I m

Chapter 62: Cassian

Lila’s POVHe had noticed her too.I kept my voice neutral. “You’ve met her.”“I have.”“And?”He didn’t answer immediately.That told me enough.Interesting.“She carries history in her posture,” he said finally.“And I don’t?”“You carry strategy.”A compliment.And an insult.I smiled faintly. “Strategy built this alliance.”“Yes,” he agreed. “But history destabilizes it.”There it was.He wasn’t here by accident.He had come because he sensed fracture.And men like him feed on fracture.“You seem invested,” I said quietly.“I’m interested in balance.”“Balance requires boundaries.”“Only for those who fear falling.”The air between us had grown colder.Not loud.Not dramatic.But unmistakable.“I don’t fear falling,” I said. “I fear miscalculation.”“And do you think Lucian is miscalculating?”Ah.Direct now.I met his gaze steadily.“I think Lucian is capable of making ruthless decisions.”“And you believe you are one of them?”It was a challenge.I felt the sting of it – but I d

Chapter 63: Confrontation

Aria’s POVThe house felt different that night.Not louder. Not quieter.Sharper.Like every corridor carried echoes of conversations that hadn’t happened yet – arguments waiting for the right spark.Cassian’s arrival had shifted something. I could feel it the way you feel a storm long before the sky darkens – a pressure in the air, invisible but undeniable.Adrian had fallen asleep early, exhausted from an afternoon in the gardens. I stayed with him longer than usual, smoothing his hair, memorizing the steady rhythm of his breathing.He was the only thing in this world that felt uncomplicated.Everything else–Lucian.Lila.Alliances.Past and present colliding under the same roof.Nothing about it was simple.When I finally left the nursery, the hallway lights were dimmed to evening warmth. The estate was settling into its night rhythm – guards rotating shifts, distant murmurs from the west wing, the quiet hum of a house that never truly slept.I wasn’t planning to look for him.But

Chapter 64: The place we used to be

*Aria's POV*After leaving Lucian’s study, I went back to my room. I changed my clothes and took a long shower to try and lessen the stress from my body and shoulders, but nothing was working. I thought that after I came back from being kidnapped something would have changed in Lucian towards me, especially after our last encounter.But I should have known that his heart was frozen now. He forgot our love, our life before everything fell apart. He used to promise me the world. Now he is engaged to some mafia princess, and it felt as if I am the other woman.And not the woman he loved. Or used to.When he brought me here instead of our penthouse, everything changed.He is in front of me, but I miss him. I never knew how much I would miss him. Even when I left, his memory was still fresh in my mind.Now it feels as if there is someone new.Am I going to run away again? No. But I have to leave. I can’t stay here and watch him marry someone else. My heart wouldn’t take it. And Adrian can’

Chapter 65: Bloodlines

Aria’s POVThe morning we were supposed to go to the penthouse, everything changed.Of course it did.Nothing in our lives was allowed to remain simple for more than a few hours.I was already dressed when a knock came at my door – not soft, not hesitant. Urgent, but controlled.One of Lucian’s senior staff stood there.“His parents have landed,” she said carefully. “They’ll be arriving within the hour.”For a moment, I just stared at her.His parents.Back from Switzerland.The penthouse dissolved from my mind like mist under sunlight.“Thank you,” I managed.When she left, I closed the door slowly.His parents.They hadn’t returned in years – not since before my disappearance. They had chosen distance. Chosen Switzerland. Chosen discretion.Which meant their return was not sentimental.It was strategic.I found Lucian in the main hall giving instructions, his expression carved from stone.“You didn’t tell me they were coming,” I said quietly.“I didn’t know until an hour ago.”That

Chapter 66: The penthouse

*Lucian’s POV*I shouldn’t have agreed.The moment she asked to go back there – there – I knew it was a mistake. But when Aria looks at me like that, like the past is something she can touch if she just reaches far enough, I lose the ability to say no.The elevator ride to the penthouse is silent.Not awkward.Not comfortable.Just… loaded.She stands beside me, arms wrapped around herself like she’s cold, though the building is heated to perfection. Her reflection in the mirrored walls looks almost like a ghost of the woman who used to ride this elevator with me at two in the morning, barefoot, laughing, stealing my jacket because she liked how it smelled.Four years ago.Four years since I carried her into that penthouse the night we she confessed her love for me in secret.Four years since I watched a plane disappear into fire.The doors slide open.The hallway is dim, the automatic lights warming slowly as we walk. My pulse is steady. Too steady. The kind of calm that means someth

Chapter 67: The ring on the desk

*Aria’s POV*I wasn’t meant to hear it.That’s the irony.I wasn’t spying. I wasn’t lurking. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop like some desperate woman clinging to scraps of a man’s life.I was walking down the corridor toward the west wing – toward Adrian’s room – when I saw her.Lila.Standing outside Lucian’s study.Still. Poised. Elegant as ever.But her hand was trembling.That’s what made me stop.The door closed behind her.Soft.Final.Something in my chest tightened.I don’t know why I moved closer.Maybe instinct.Maybe self-sabotage.Maybe I needed proof that I wasn’t imagining the distance between us these past few days.The door hadn’t shut completely. A sliver remained open.And through it, I saw the ring.On his desk.Between them.I couldn’t hear every word. Just fragments.“…concluded.”“…political.”“…mutual.”“…not returning.”Each word felt like a stone dropped into my stomach.She slid the engagement ring off her finger.And placed it on his desk.I watched Lucian’s f

Chapter 68: Bloodlines and consequences

*Aria's POV*The news didn’t break publicly.It detonated privately.Lucian told his parents before the press could taste it. Before investors could whisper. Before the vultures circled.And I was there when it happened.I don’t think he meant for me to be.But I was.-----------------------------------------------The Drakov estate had a way of swallowing sound. Marble floors. High ceilings. Walls that had witnessed three generations of calculated power plays.Lucian’s parents had returned from Switzerland only days ago. Officially, it was a short visit before returning to oversee expansion projects in Geneva.Unofficially?They were here to assess damage.His mother, Elena Drakov, sat in the drawing room like a queen receiving traitors. Impeccably dressed. Silver threaded through dark hair that never seemed to move out of place.His father, Victor Sinclair, stood near the fireplace, posture rigid, hands clasped behind his back. He looked less like a businessman and more like a gener

Chapter 69: The claim

Aria’s POVI should have known they wouldn’t stay silent forever. That the peace we basked in for days would be broken.Cassian and Lila left, surprisingly at the same time, but business with them didn’t end.So my father and uncle decided to make an appearance again.Men like my father and my uncle don’t accept humiliation.They avenge it.And I humiliated them the night I ran.The night I left Matteo at the altar, and then Lucian shooting him. We knew that he wasn’t dead, but severely injured.The night I chose Lucian.Again.It was late afternoon when the first sign appeared.Not violence.Not blood.Precision.Lucian and I were in the west garden of the estate, Adrian laughing somewhere near the fountain under the careful watch of two guards. For a fleeting second, everything looked almost normal.Almost peaceful.Then Lucian’s phone vibrated.He glanced at it once.And the temperature around him dropped ten degrees.“What?” I asked quietly.He didn’t answer immediately.He handed

Chapter 70: Or else

*Aria’s POV*Tomorrow.Such a simple word.Such a violent deadline.The gates had barely closed behind my father’s car when the air shifted inside the estate. Security doubled. Communications locked down. Lucian’s men moved with quiet urgency, speaking into earpieces, scanning monitors, checking routes.War didn’t start with bullets.It started with preparation.Lucian didn’t let go of me until we were inside.His hand stayed at the back of my neck as if I might vanish if he loosened his grip.“Adrian,” I breathed suddenly.“He’s secured,” Lucian said immediately. “Already moved to the inner wing.”I nodded, but my pulse didn’t slow until I saw my son with my own eyes.Adrian was sitting on the floor of the private lounge, building something out of wooden blocks, blissfully unaware that men were threatening to rip his mother out of his life.When he saw me, he ran.“Mom.”I dropped to my knees and held him so tightly he laughed.“You’re squeezing.”“I know,” I whispered into his hair.

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