Todos los capítulos de The Dark Swan 18+: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Lucien"It's not!" Aurelia pulled back immediately, her movement violent as she slammed the little boy’s head against her shoulder, pressing him down so that his face stayed completely hidden from my view."Aurelia!" I roared as my heart hammered against my ribs. My eyes stayed locked onto the small figure in her arms, his dark blue eyes felt terrifyingly similar to mine.A child. My child. The thought surged through my veins like ice water mixed with gasoline. For five years, I hunted her across continents, driven by a dark, vengeful obsession to reclaim her back as mine. But never in a million years did I expect this, that she has took away something bigger than I could ever imagined—the bloodline of the Thorne Empire."He isn't yours!" she spat, stepping back to shield the boy completely. "He’s mine. Just mine, Lucien! He has nothing to do with you!"A dark, humorless chuckle escaped my throat, though my eyes remained locked on her in a lethal stare."Then it wouldn't be so hard

AureliaI pushed through the hospital corridors with sharp, hurried steps, holding Luke securely in my arms and clutching him tightly against my chest—afraid that at any second his father would stop me and rip him out of my arms again.I still couldn't believe the sheer audacity of Lucien Thorne. To stand there and demand I come home to replace the wife he lost and the heir he failed to produce.It was as if he expected me to apologize for his own mistake. I knew he would search for me, but for him to become so consumed by his obsession that he abandoned the bloodline alliance he prized above all else? That was on him.I shoved the thought out of my head. It doesn't matter. Lucien wasn't important anymore. He was just a part of my past, and I’m going back to the future I had built.Or at least, that’s what I thought—until I turned the handle to Mama V’s room and pushed the door open.The air inside was suffocatingly still. Flanking either side of the bed, standing in silent, tail

AureliaArthur gave a subtle bow, turning on his heel and exiting as silently as he had entered. The heavy door clicked shut behind him, sealing the two of us inside.I stood frozen for a beat, taking in his appearance. Time hadn't softened him. If anything, age had settled into his features with a quiet, lethal precision. His dark hair was brushed back, accentuating the harsh, angular cuts of his jaw and a face that remained infuriatingly handsome—the kind of look that demanded attention without ever asking for it.Then my gaze shifted up, and our eyes met across the room. His dark blue eyes were as stormy as ever, swirling with an intense, unreadable tide of emotion. "What do you want from me, Lucien?" I asked, keeping my voice cold and steady as I walked toward his desk.He sat back slightly, the shadows of the room cutting across his sharp features. "You already know what I want, Aurelia. I want my son—the son you stole and kept hidden from me for five years.""Oh, I'm sorry," I

AureliaMy eyelids fluttered open, heavy and weighed down by exhaustion. I stared up at an unfamiliar, vaulted ceiling bathed in dim shadows. For a few disorienting seconds, my mind was a blank slate—I couldn't remember where I was.Then the reality of this morning surged back with violent clarity. The chaos at the hospital. The paternity test. The cold, dangerous thread of leverage Lucien had wrapped around my throat to drag me back.A heavy, bitter sigh escaped my lips. After five years of freedom, of raising my son in the quiet sunlight, I was back in a golden cage.I sat up, pushing the dark sheets aside. Moonlight streamed through the glass balcony doors, painting the room in cool silver tones. Drawn by a sudden need for fresh air, I stood up and walked toward the terrace.When I stepped outside, the view that greeted me was something I never expected.Sprawled beneath my balcony was a lush, vibrant oasis garden carved directly into the arid desert. Pathways of smooth river

Aurelia"Mommy!"Luke stretched his arms out wide, eager to jump to me. A genuine, effortless smile broke across my face as I leaned down and lifted him into my arms, inhaling the familiar, sweet scent of my little boy."Mommy, did you sleep well?" Luke asked, wrapping his tiny arms around my neck. "Father said you were tired last night, so I didn't bother you!""Mommy slept very well, honey," I murmured, kissing his cheek. "How about you?""I slept with Father! On top of a big, giant bed, Mommy!" Luke stretched his hands wide to emphasize the size, his eyes sparkling with an awe and excitement that sent bittersweet ache straight through my heart."I'm glad you settled in so well, sweetheart," I said softly, setting him back down in the chair beside mine.Seeing him so bright-eyed made my throat tight. Even when Luke was smaller, he had always searched for a father figure. He had learned about fathers from the storybooks I read to him, but whenever he asked me about his own, I coul