Lucian's Regret Chapter 6 Novels & Stories

"These hands tell a story of a man who's learning humility." "They tell the story of a man who lost everything that mattered and is trying to earn it back." The words hung between them, honest and raw. Slowly, Mira's hand moved to cover his completely, their fingers intertwining. "I've been so angry," she admitted. "So hurt. When you chose Selene, it felt like you were saying I wasn't worth fighting for." "I was a coward," Lucian said, his voice thick with regret. "I chose the safe path instead of fighting for what my heart knew was right."

Then, after a tense silence, he spoke. "What… did you just say?" His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant, as if he was hoping he had misheard me. But I wasn’t going to take it back. I had already said it. There was no point in pretending I hadn’t. So I lifted my gaze, looked him directly in the eyes, and repeated myself. "I said I’m tired of all this, Lucian. I regret everything. I regret ever signing that damn contract. I regret walking into this mess. And I…" My voice wavered slightly, but I forced the words out. "I just want it to end."

You’re not as weak as I thought. She pressed her palm against her heart, whispering into the silence: “Then why does it hurt to hope?” In the chamber next to hers, Lucian paced like a caged wolf. His wolf prowled inside him, snarling, restless. Mate. Speak truth. Claim her. Lucian’s jaw clenched, his scar taut as he gritted his teeth. He replayed the slip in the carriage, the words he had let escape. He should have stayed silent. He should have mocked, should have crushed the spark before it grew.

Chapter 54: Retribution’s Wrath LUCIAN’S POV The study was my sanctuary, the Miami skyline a blur through the window as I stood shirtless, sweat still clinging to my skin from the gym, a Cuban cigar smoldering between my fingers. I’d been sober for three days, fighting the urge to drown in whiskey, to numb the shame that burned since I’d mistaken Marco for Ethan, my lips on his, my hands desperate for a ghost. I avoided Marco, his presence a reminder of my weakness, my heart still raw from Ethan’s betrayal—his silence, his absence, the void he’d left when I woke from the coma. I exhaled, smoke curling, my chest tight, trying to bury the ache under work, under control, under the empire I’d bu

But then he let out a breath, one that seemed to carry the weight of years. Lucian’s gaze fell back to the pendant. “Sometimes I think that way, that if I had done things differently, she’d still be here,” he said again but this time around, his tone flat, devoid of emotion. But I knew better. This was how Lucian coped—burying his guilt under layers of cold detachment. I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “Regrets won’t bring her back, Lucian.” He let out a hollow chuckle, one that made my skin crawl. “No, they won’t,” he agreed. His fingers closed around the pendant, and for a moment, he looked like he might break it. But then, he set it down on the desk, almost gently.

She uttered while holding her hair. Concurrently, in Lucian's Villa. Lucian had been playing the footage in Fleur De Ville on a loop. Flashes of blurry memory return to him every time he watches the videos. He breathes heavily by the minute, his mind is racing and aching because of the surge of information he is seeing, but he doesn't care, he wants to remember everything, so he'll know how to correct his mistakes. He wanted to run to her and apologize, but he knew too well that the damage he had done was beyond words. He needs to think and plan things through and show her through his actions that he regrets what he said and did.

“She still needs me. She’s just angry. I’ll go back tomorrow. I’ll get her pregnant… she’ll have another child, and we’ll forget all of this. I’ll treat her better.” He sounded unhinged, as though he didn’t fully grasp what had just happened. Irritation surged through Margaret. His remorse felt shallow and misplaced. “Are you out of your mind, Lucian?” she snapped, stepping away and letting him fall to the floor. “Here I was, thinking you finally understood… that you regretted everything.” Her voice hardened.

“This place feeds on your regrets, your guilt. If you’re not careful, it will trap you in your past forever.” Aria frowned, unease curling in her stomach. “Is there no way to fight it?” Lucian hesitated before answering, his voice softening slightly. “You don’t fight it. You endure it. Accept what it shows you, and don’t let it consume you.” They continued in silence, the tension between them thick. The path began to slope downward, and soon they found themselves standing at the edge of a vast, shadowy valley. The ground below was blanketed in a dense, swirling mist that seemed almost alive, shifting and twisting as though it had a mind of its own.

Hope after hope. Failure after failure. From Shay who was killed… To Ethan who divorced me… To Damien who gave me children and disappeared from their lives… To Kai, who played love like a game… And now Lucian— Absent. My chest tightened painfully. I flipped back to the first page. The cliff. The beginning. The moment everything had felt possible. Six men. Six paths. Six choices. And then— Something caught my attention. I leaned closer. My breath slowing. My eyes scanning the image again.

“I mean… not in that way. I was never in love with anyone. I waited an entire decade... ten long, lonely years, rejecting the advances and affections of countless suitors, all because I wanted my mate... I wanted you. And then one day, you appeared out of nowhere... like you were back from the dead. I felt your pain; it was like a symphony of shattered glass, each shard piercing my soul with its haunting melody. And I thought, maybe I could be there for you, a comforting shoulder to lean on, and in time, my love could heal your broken heart. But you didn’t want my love; you didn’t want any part of me. You wanted revenge, and you were crueler than I could ever imagine.” Lucian's gaze fell to