Looking at the disappointment in his family's gaze, Lucian was speechless. “I didn’t hurt her,” he repeated, stepping forward. “She cried because of something else. I swear. I would never...” His voice came out faster than his thoughts, sharp with urgency, almost desperate, because the way everyone had turned toward Elara, protective, fierce, accusatory, felt like a sudden ambush he hadn’t prepared for. “No excuses, young man. I'm not accepting that.” Seraphina snapped without even turning to look at him. Lucian sighed over and over again. “That’s right,” Felix added. “Actions speak louder than words.” Lucian stared at them like they’d all collectively lost their minds. They were his family, they should know him better than this, right? He searched their faces, his sister, his brother, his mother, his father, his Grandmother, waiting for someone, anyone, to look back at him with reason, with logic, with the trust he thought he’d earned simply by existing in this family. “Ar
Last Updated : 2026-02-08 Read more