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North’s POVI stayed silent.Fear glued itself inside my throat too tightly for words.“I lost my temper.”He sounded exhausted. Faking of course.Regretful.Fabio lowered his head briefly before looking back at me again.“You know how stressful work has been lately.”I still said nothing.“You kept provoking me.”The apology twisted into blame so smoothly I barely noticed it back then.Fabio touched my cheek gently.“I need you to forgive me.”My chest tightened painfully.Everything in me screamed to leave.To call my parents.To run.Instead, I nodded because I was scared of what would happen if I didn’t.Relief spread across his face immediately.“There’s my good boy.”Then he leaned down and kissed me softly like he hadn’t just knocked me unconscious hours earlier.“I missed you today,” he whispered against my mouth. “And now I’m horny.”I couldn’t say no to him anymore.The first time I tried resisting after the violence started, Fabio shoved me onto the mattress so hard my shou

North’s POVHours?Days?Jules.The thought hit so hard I jerked against the restraints violently.The chains rattled loudly through the basement.“Help!” My voice cracked immediately from dehydration. “Help me!”Footsteps echoed upstairs.Slow.Calm.And then Fabio appeared.The basement door creaked open while warm light spilled down the stairs behind him. His head was wrapped in clean white bandages, bruises darkening one side of his swollen face beneath them.I had done that.Instead of anger, he looked at me sadly.Like I disappointed him.Terror crawled violently through my chest.Fabio carried a tray carefully down the stairs before setting it beside the bed.Food.Water.Medicine.“You’re awake.” His voice sounded gentle. “You scared me.”I stared at him in horror.“What the fuck is this?” My voice shook badly. “Fabio, let me go.”He sighed softly like I was being unreasonable.“Couples fight, baby.”Couples fight.The sentence almost made me sick.“You attacked me,” I whisper

Looking at the man seated beside me, I finally understood why people compared love to heaven.Warmth.Safety.The terrifying comfort of knowing somebody could ruin you completely if they wanted to, yet choosing to trust them anyway.Still…“Fire Jeremy.”Lucien didn’t even hesitate.“Okay.”No argument.No questions.He simply lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles like I had asked him to pass the salt instead of demanding the execution of another employee.Honestly, that level of devotion should have worried me more than it did.“And take me to a salon first,” I added. “I’m dyeing my hair back to normal.”Lucien frowned instantly.“But I like the pink.”I glanced at him. “Your mother won’t.”Mrs. Rebecca Crowe terrified me.She had always been polite whenever we crossed paths before, but there was a massive difference between tolerating me as Lucien’s temporary distraction and accepting me as something serious.Especially when I already looked exactly like every gold digg

North’s POV“We should leave now, North.”Lucien sounded completely detached from the chaos surrounding us, but beneath that cold composure I could hear something heavier pressing underneath every word. Hurt looked strange on him because he carried himself like somebody permanently above emotional damage, yet standing there beside the entrance hall with tension carved sharply into his face, he suddenly looked less like the untouchable Lucien Crowe and more like a son exhausted from losing battles inside his own home.And I refused to become another person demanding explanations from him before he felt ready to give them.Whatever history existed between him and his mother clearly stretched far beyond tonight’s humiliation, and pushing him into vulnerable conversations while emotions still bled openly from him would only force him deeper behind those walls he spent years building around himself.I gently patted Mrs. Rebecca’s shoulder before helping her settle properly back into her ch

North’s POVLucien looked deeply reluctant to stay the second I asked him to give his mother another chance.I could see the resistance clearly in his face.Years of resentment do not disappear because somebody suddenly starts crying in a garden.Still, after several moments of silence, his grip around my hand loosened slightly before he exhaled through his nose and gave a small nod.“Fine,” he muttered quietly. “She gets one conversation.”Relief settled softly inside my chest.The moment he agreed, I immediately assumed that was my cue to leave them alone because some conversations deserved privacy, no matter how close people became.So I started stepping away.Then Lucien looked at me.And somehow that single look stopped me completely.He did not say a word.Did not call my name.Yet his eyes held onto me so tightly that walking away suddenly felt cruel.Stay with me.So I did.Painfully awkwardly.I stood there beneath the soft garden lights while his mother apologized to him wit