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Lucille’s POV I had finally spent time with my woman, my queen, bringing her into my world just the way I always wanted. I had never cared for anyone the way I cared for Marcella…. my Ariel. Sometimes, I wished I could stand in front of the world and publicly claim her as mine. And whenever she doubted me, it terrified me, because I had never once doubted her.Not even from the very beginning.Back in high school, from the very first day we met, I knew she was special. I just didn’t realize then that she would become my special person.But now, with everything happening between us, I knew for certain, she was mine in every way that mattered.The last thing I wanted was for her to see me the wrong way, especially after everything I had introduced her to tonight, after leading her down this dark path beside me. I wanted it to be known to her, that she was all that mattered.Now that she was finally mine, I wanted to be completely open with her, let her see me for who I am, Raw. Hone

Lucille’s pov I tried to reach out to her, to call her back, to understand her, but she didn’t want to be understood. I stood from a distance, watching her drift into the darkness until she entered a cab and disappeared. Those few moments of pleasure now felt like torture. I wasn’t happy anymore. I regretted the night, the day, every single hour of it. I walked back to the private section feeling terrible. What could have possibly gone wrong? What words had I said that made her so bitter? I replayed everything she said in my mind, but none of it made sense to me. My phone began to ring, and I looked down to see Patrick’s name flashing on the screen. Maybe he was home and needed to see me. I picked up my things and turned to leave when I noticed her toys lying there. She had forgotten them. That was good. A perfect excuse to see her again whenever I wanted to. At least something good had come out of tonight. I picked up every single one of them and placed them carefully into my b

Marcella’s pov It was the break of dawn, and a new day had begun. All night my phone was buzzing and I knew who was calling, I didn’t care to pick up. It didn’t matter. I woke up promising myself that I would live better than I did yesterday and not let the bitterness of the previous day ruin the one ahead.I went for my morning jog and spent the rest of the day doing what I loved most, living freely because tomorrow was never promised.Just as I had planned. I had time to go to the park, stroll and visit new places I always wanted to see, these are things part of my to do list, but I never wanted to do them alone. I wanted to walk down the street, holding hands, chatting and playing love play with her, a romantic scene, that’s how I wanted it to be, but fate had other plans. I had to take a bold step and take charge of my life, waiting no more.Rose was out all day, but by evening she returned looking completely wasted and half drunk.I was sitting under the light, reading a book.

Lucille’s pov I waited until he came out of the bathroom. I watched him as he got dressed, still thinking of how to put my question together. How do I make it sound normal? Casual, without implicating myself? I didn’t realize how lost I was in thought until he shook me. “Lucille!” he called, startling me. “God, I’ve been trying to get your attention forever… Are you okay?” “Yeah…” I replied, my eyes wide as I tried to recover from the shock. “Which do you think is better?” he asked, raising two suits up. One was red, the other blue. Both had stunning styles, but I preferred the blue one. “I’ll go with blue…” I pointed at it. “Thanks, babe.” He pecked my cheek and turned to get dressed. Now was the moment. It had to be now or never. I took a deep breath and summoned my courage. “You barely touched your breakfast…” I started with something completely unrelated. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m having breakfast with our new associates,” he replied as he tucked in his shirt while facing

Marcella’s pov I ran back home with fear consuming me. Rose was home, and the moment I burst through the door, she noticed how uneasy and frightened I looked. I followed the instructions written in the letter carefully. “Marcella… are you okay?” she asked, observing my mood closely. I couldn’t say a word. I simply nodded while checking my watch repeatedly, waiting for the right time to act. “Okay… I’ll take that as a yes,” she said slowly. “Your mum called and asked me to remind you about the agreement. You had a deal with your mum, right? You remember what you both talked about?” My head was all over the place. I felt like a woman on the verge of losing her sanity. “Why didn’t she just call me? Why did she have to call you first?” I snapped irritably. “Marcel… she only called me because you weren’t answering your phone.” She looked at me as if trying to remind me that my phone was literally with me. I stared back at her in surprise. Did my mum really call me? I searched th