Novel & Cerita Lucian's Regret Novel & Pdf

She had spent the last three hours entirely immersed in Lucian's personal ledgers, her charcoal pencil flying across the pages of her notebook as she cataloged the volumes in strict chronological order. The initial terror of her morning dream had transformed into a deep, consuming fascination. Reading Lucian's history wasn't like reading a textbook; it was a devastatingly raw encounter with the ghost of the world. He had been there. His elegant, flowing script detailed the paranoia of the European witch trials, the mud and blood of the trenches in the Great War, and the blinding, horrific ash of Hiroshima.

I don’t…like it. For once, I long for a moment when those fiery green eyes would look at me without the usual weight of disdain and repulsion. Would I find something new in them, something even more breathtaking? Would their radiance supersede my expectations? This time, I have Lucian to blame. He’s relentless in his attempts to take away everything I have, and once again, I curse the day that bastard walked into my life. He’s so good at his little games, so convincing that many times I’ve wondered if I imagined that day when I saw his true vile and repulsive colors.

“If Nathan had brought anyone else—slave, pauper, noble—I think you would have supported them wholeheartedly. I am so disappointed in you.” He whispered those last words, then left. Sarang’s last words struck Lucian like a blade. The alpha sank into his chair in silence, eyes laden with fear and a silver of regret in his chest. He clenched a nearby cup in his hand and shattered it. The sting of the glass cutting into his skin gave him some relief, sharp enough to stop the heartwrenching pain in his chest from swallowing him whole. Blood dripped down his knuckles. He clenched his fist tighter.

The book didn't stop glowing for three days. It sat on the table in the small room Iris had given me, its pages shimmering with that soft golden light, waiting for me to open it again. I kept my distance at first, afraid that touching it would trigger something I couldn't control. Every time I walked past, I felt the pull of it, the warmth calling to me from across the room. But I resisted. I told myself I needed time to heal, to process everything that had happened, to let my body recover from the escape.

Without it, his scent was blooming again, a soft, honeyed jasmine that sought out the cedar in the room like a vine seeking a trellis. Across from him, Lucian sat in a low armchair, a glass of amber liquid forgotten in his hand. He wasn't looking at the fire. He was looking at a small, weathered leather book—not a ledger of Academy politics or a tactical manual, but something private. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the corded muscle of his forearms, but his posture was devoid of its usual predatory tension. He looked, for the first time, like a man who was simply tired of carrying the world on his shoulders. "You’ve been staring at that page for twenty minutes," Thalynn said softly, h

Emery Later that night I sat staring into the fire. Not the one that had destroyed my mothers necklace.. but my own fireplace at home. I sipped on some wine, trying my best to calm my racing mind. I couldn’t believe where the night had ended up. I’d gone from happy and excited … to angry and then completely and utterly devastated. The necklace was gone .. ruined. I wondered if Jasper would even care or be angry at Vivian. She did after all throw away 200 thousand dollars. But knowing Jasper, he’d come up with some excuse and forgive her completely. If that would’ve been me.. he would have hit the fucking roof.

"Dylan, it's impossible for us to be together. Take the money." With that, I turned to leave. However, Dylan clung to my leg. As we struggled, his phone rang. When he answered the call, his face turned pale. He released my leg and left in a hurry as if something urgent had happened. Just as I was wondering what was going on, my phone rang too. It was a call from Nathan. "Lauren fell into the sea and died."

“It’s quiet here. Helps clear my mind.” I turned back to the view. “I was trying to do the same.” Lucian was quiet for a moment before he sighed. “Mira… about earlier today…” I glanced at him. His eyes were filled with something deep. Something unspoken. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “For what happened.” I knew what he meant. When he had lost control. When he had chased me. When he had almost… I swallowed. “You weren’t yourself.” “That doesn’t change what I did.” His voice was laced with regret. “I almost hurt you. I almost—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t know how to live with that.”

Chapter 55 Lyla's POV: Justin was right—I was losing sight of the reason I became River in the first place. But it wasn’t because of love, it was pity. And the worst part? I hated that I felt pity for someone like Lucian. Yet, no matter how much I fought it, I couldn’t help myself. When I overheard the maids whispering about how he had turned to drinking after my death, I felt strange. When I saw firsthand how cruelly he treated Marielle, how he barely acknowledged her existence, I realized something—he didn’t love her. And for the first time, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, he missed me.

“As you wish, but remember well that I warned you, Galadriel... Remember this conversation of ours, and think carefully before you do anything, and remember that I warned you of the danger of what you will do to your valued mate. I have been through the same path before you, and now you are seeing the result.” He answered, saying with determination and complete blind confidence “Don’t worry, I will never regret it. It is impossible to love the woman who deprived me of my beloved, who made me know the meaning of love. When I reject her and see her writhing in front of me from the pain of rejection, my pain will be healed, and this is my choice, and I will never blame you for anything.” Lucian