جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 20

The men immediately flinched, their aggressive postures melting away as they snapped their heads toward the door. Recognizing the voice right away, they pulled back from me and practically stood at attention.​"Boss Daniel," Ted called out, his voice suddenly losing all its gravelly edge. "We... we just found a suspicious woman, and we're in the process of questioning her."‘​Daniel? Who is that?’ I wondered, my heart still racing like a drum in my chest and my head still pounding from the severe neural strain.​The man called Daniel finally stepped out from the shadows and into the dim office light where I could see him clearly. He was tall, slender, and had messy black hair. Intricate tattoos coiled around his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. He kept his hands shoved casually into his pockets, but what stood out the most were his lazy, droopy eyes. He looked like he couldn't be bothered about life and just wanted to sleep.​He walked up to Ted, looking the big g

​"Well?" Lucien drawled, swirling the amber liquor in his glass. "I'm listening, sweetheart. Why did you make such a mess in my casino just to get to my top floor?""I..." I started, taking a single step forward, but the words died in my throat.​Suddenly, the room began to violently sickening tilt. The cool LED lights bled into long, messy streaks of blue and amber, and my vision began to swirl like liquid. A brutal wave of vertigo hit me, forcing me to tightly grip my temples as I tried to blink away the darkness creeping into the edges of my eyes.​"Too much tequila?" Daniel asked from his armchair, the sharp flick of his lighter echoing in the quiet room before a thin wisp of smoke drifted into the air. He didn't even look up as he inhaled, casually adding, "Lucien, Ted downstairs says she can read minds."​"Hm, that's interesting," Lucien said, his voice smooth and entirely unbothered by the heavy aura suffocating the room. He leaned his head back against the sofa, tracking my s

Lucien, having never met a woman with this much guts—and so much love for alcohol—was highly amused and entertained.That trick she had just pulled was unlike anything he had ever witnessed. She had called it foresight, claiming she didn't read minds but instead saw the future. He wanted to know how it worked. He wanted to dissect every single detail of this impossible anomaly.But the way she was breathing right now, sucking in air like someone who had just taken a beating with a baseball bat over their head... she didn't look alright at all. The blood trickling from her nose was staining her pale skin, and her eyes were wildly unfocused.He let out a low, rumbling laugh, his grip on my waist tightening slightly to keep me from collapsing onto him as he smirked."You," he murmured, his gaze tracing the defiant, exhausted lines of my face. "I like you. Don't die too quickly, okay?"My fading brain couldn't even begin to process his words. ‘What did he mean by don't die quickly? Was it

When I finally opened my eyes, the morning sun was streaming through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, falling directly over my face.​My head didn't just ache—it felt like a construction crew was taking jackhammers to the inside of my skull. My throat was dry, and my mouth tasted like copper and cheap regret. The double shot of tequila followed by two heavy glasses of scotch, combined with the brutal neural strain of nine foresight activations, had left me in absolute ruins.​I groaned, burying my face into the silk pillows. The sheets beneath me were incredibly soft, smelling faintly of cedarwood and expensive laundry detergent.Wait, Cedarwood? My eyes immediately shot open.​Then, the memories of last night hit me.‘​Oh, god.’​The roulette table. Ted, the pit boss. Threatening the guards.Sitting on Lucien Giovanni's lap.Wrapping my arms around his neck. Calling him "soft." Ranting about beating up my ex-boyfriend with a baseball bat.​I sat up so fast my vision went comple

Nobody said anything at first. The silence in the dining room stretched so thin and taut that the gentle hum of the penthouse's ventilation felt incredibly loud.​But then, the quiet shattered.​It started with a low, rumbling vibration in Lucien's chest, which quickly spiraled into a deep, booming laugh. Daniel joined in, his usual lazy chuckle turning into a genuine, highly amused cackle as he shook his head, throwing it back against the leather of his chair.‘​The end of the world?’ Yeah, to normal people, it must sound completely absurd. I sat there with my piece of toast halfway to my mouth, expecting them to mock me, to call the guards, or to treat me like a delusional girl who had simply had too much to drink. I thought they were laughing because the sheer scale of my warning seemed utterly ridiculous to their grounded, mafia-centric minds.​But as the seconds ticked by, their laughter didn't fade. It evolved.​Their amusement turned into a manic, highly charged excitement. Lu