Novel & Cerita My Life My Past Lucian's Regret Pdf

If only I could help him, bring him comfort somehow. "I came to...see how he's doing," he said with a barely audible whisper. "And see if there's anything I can do to help." I stared at him, seeing the guilt and bitterness in his eyes. "What you did out there is more than enough. And I know, for now, the king might not see it, but soon enough, when Vlad wakes up, he'll understand." "He hates me now," Lucian said, his voice filled with self-loathing. "It's crazy how much I crave his validation and forgiveness. But I fear it's too late. I regret everything I did in the past, how I foolishly agreed to Dimitri's plans."

"He believed that you were worth saving." Damian's hands were shaking. His face was pale, his eyes wide, his breath shallow. "You did not tell me." "No," Lucian said. "I did not." Damian moved. His hand reached out, closed on Lucian's arm. His grip was tight, desperate. "Lucian—" Lucian shook his head. "I have made peace with it." His voice was soft. "With my rotten judgment. With the years I wasted. With the distance I created because I was too afraid to stay."

I wrap both hands around the mug and stare at the city through the window and I run the math the way I always do when I am avoiding a feeling. Ten years ago, Lucian was twenty-four. Before his father’s illness got serious. Before he became the man who stood on a gala stage and told a room full of people that I was not a mistake. He was a different man then. I know that. I have always known that. It does not stop the math from feeling like something I have to get through. I hear him before I see him. Bare feet on the kitchen floor, slow and deliberate, the particular sound of a man who knows where every creak is and avoids them.

Watching them from my window brought back memories of my own past with Henrì; we were once just as enamoured. Lucian cares deeply for my daughter; that much is evident. I also know he suffered when she left him, not to mention the pain of losing his mother not long after. He’s consumed by a thirst for revenge, fueled by his seething wrath, and undoubtedly, he’s broken. Yet, he’s not beyond repair. I hold onto the hope that there’s still a chance for redemption in him. He wouldn’t have made an effort to cure me if he were as heartless as they say. In fact, I find myself grateful that he saved me from Russo’s clutches.

“Tell me, Lucian, why should I believe you this time?” Aurora inhaled sharply. She knew this was coming, but it still made her chest tighten. Lucian met Carmela’s gaze without hesitation. “Because I love your daughter.” Carmela scoffed. “You loved her before too, didn’t you?” Lucian didn’t flinch. “I did.” His voice was steady. “And I made the worst mistake of my life by letting her go.” Carmela leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “And now you think you deserve another chance?”

I thought it would hurt less for you in the end. I was wrong about that too. Sofia was never meant to be my future. She was only the last bad decision in a long line of them. By the time I understood what I had done, I had already driven you too far away to ask for anything back. That is on me. If there is anything left to repair, I will try. If there isn't, then at least you deserve the truth. Lucian I read it once. Then once more. By the time I looked up, the page had blurred.

"This is for letting your trauma spill into my life, shaping you into someone who hurts the people who love you. Your past is yours and not mine to bear. You are responsible for the person you’ve chosen to become and you are accountable for every scar you’ve left, and I pray you never forgive yourself for what you’ve done.” She sniffed, pushing him back like a piece of trash. “Get out of my life! If you have even a shred of decency left, you’ll see that I can’t stand you. Never in your miserable life show your face to me again. And if the world asks, tell them we’re divorced.” Maria’s eyes narrowed at him. “I told you…you’d regret this, didn’t I?” Lucian’s eyes watered. For once ,he had no d

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

“I know. One day, we’ll have the chance to talk about it. And I’m sorry, grandpa.” “For what, baby?” “For being such a huge disappointment. This isn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to get married to someone who I loved and who loved me back. But no, I chased after someone who despised me and made you arrange for us to get married. I was supposed to take over the company someday, but here I am. Running away from what was once my home because of the foolish mistakes I made.” “You are not a disappointment to me, Camilla. You are a blessing, both you and Rory. You guys are the best things to ever happen to me.”

For a little while longer, he simply stood there and allowed the wind to brush against his face. Then, eventually, he released a long breath. Enough! The past wasn't changing. No matter how many times he revisited it. No matter how many regrets he carried. The past remained the past. Turning around, Lucian climbed into his car, and he drove home. By the time he reached the mansion, night had already fallen. The enormous estate was brightly illuminated, every window glowing against the darkness. The moment Lucian stepped out of his car, the front door burst open.