Todos los capítulos de The Dark Swan 18+: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

AureliaMinutes bled into hours beneath the heavy mahogany desk. My body grew stiff, my legs cramping from being tucked so tightly against my chest, but I didn't dare move.The ring of Lucien’s desk phone broke the quiet rhythm of his typing. He tapped a button, setting the call on speaker.“Lucien, it’s Silas.” His second-in-command’s voice echoed clearly into the quiet office, vibrating right above my head. “The Lucchese family just confirmed the final details. The alliance is officially locked in.”“Good,” Lucien replied, his tone clipped and professional. “What’s the timeline on the public announcement?”“Since our talk last week, everything has been fast-tracked,” Silas explained. “The wedding date is set for two weeks from now. We’re sending out the high-tier invitations by Friday. The Luccheses agreed to our suggestion to throw an initial celebration here in Vegas to show a united front to the local syndicates. After that, you’ll fly out to New York to sign the formal alliance

LucienThe heavy double doors of my executive suite clicked shut, locking out the quiet hum of the tower.The room was bathed in the dim, golden hues of the setting sun. My eyes moved straight toward the center of the office—toward the massive mahogany desk.She was still there.Aurelia was curled into the dark recess beneath the wood, her knees drawn tightly to her chest, motionless. The dark, tight outfit I had picked out for her clung to her small frame, making her look agonizingly fragile against the heavy leather and dark grain of the furniture.For the first time, the cold barrier of my authority cracked, and a raw wave of sympathy washed over me."Get up," I said softly, my voice lacking its usual sharp edge.She flinched slightly at the sound of my voice before slowly uncurling her body. She stepped out into the light, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the floor.I took a long, quiet look at her.She looked completely different now compared to just a couple of weeks ago. The

AureliaThe next two weeks dissolved into a hazy, luxurious blur.To the rest of the world—and to Lucien—I had simply become a creature of bitter indulgence. I returned to the exclusive shopping districts regularly, spending his money with a quiet, unrelenting vengeance. I bought heavy silk evening gowns, sharp tailored suits, and rows of casual daily attire I knew I would never wear. And then there were the bags: rows upon rows of structured leather totes, exotic skin top-handles, and quilted flap bags in every color imaginable—useless, ostentatious luxuries bought simply to fill the display shelves, cluttering the room in an endless parade of high fashion.Lucien’s security guards followed me everywhere, silent sentinels carrying armfuls of shopping bags, completely oblivious to the real pattern unfolding beneath their noses.For Lucien, every transaction pinging his phone was just the predictable act of a heartbroken mistress, lashing out through his bank account to cope with he

AureliaThe grand ballroom of The Wynn was transformed into an intimidating, opulent display of absolute power.Suitable for a man like Lucien Thorne, the Vegas venue dripped with dark elegance—crystalline chandeliers casting sharp light over cascading arrangements of midnight-black roses, polished onyx pillars, and walls draped in liquid silk.Waiters in tailored tuxedos glided through the crowd carrying silver trays burdened with imported caviar, blinis, and endless flutes of vintage champagne.It was a wedding, but to the eyes of everyone in the room, it was a summit of blood and iron.Men in bespoke suits with heavy holsters concealed beneath their jackets exchanged sharp handshakes, quietly negotiating arms trades, drug routes, and territorial lines over crystal glassware.At a rounded table set near the perimeter, my mother, Amelia, and I sat in our isolated corner. To the rest of the underground elite, we were practically invisible—a forgotten detail in the shadow of a king.Ye

AureliaI walked out of the Executive Mezzanine Lounge with my head down, my cheeks burning with shame as a quiet trembling shook my legs. My knees felt weak, forcing me to brush a hand against the cool marble wall just to keep my balance. The lingering heat between my thighs was a humiliating reminder of what had just happened against that glass while the entire underworld cheered below.Jean stood waiting at the end of the hall, his posture stiff, his eyes fixed firmly on the carpet. He didn't dare look at me. The silence between us was suffocating; he knew precisely why Lucien had demanded I ask for permission in person, and the absolute humiliation of that knowledge burned through my veins."I need... I need to go to the bathroom," I muttered, my voice cracking, a deep, burning blush scorching my cheeks. "Just for a bit.""Of course, Miss Aurelia. We’ll wait outside," Jean replied smoothly, his tone strictly professional, though he kept his gaze averted as two guards fell into