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

“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.

He gritted his teeth and went on, "Every day I went to bed thinking the next day would be better. But all our lives until we were teenagers, our parents only had their eyes for you. No matter what I achieved, they only praised you. So how can you expect me to stay positive, Verena? After all I did, they never noticed me." Luke ran his fingers through his hair, "Even when I committed mistakes, they were negligent. They didn't care." I was tongue-tied. My brother was blaming me for what he has become. "You want to know something? On my birthday, I killed a classmate." "What?" I jerked back a little. Tbc…

That mistake that I want more than anything to erased. He is just like is mother, defiant like Arabella was. A Liar, a misfit, Lucian is someone…something that should not exist, I wish I could switch his life with my dear Cassian's. Cassian is lying there unconscious, hooked a life support while that little imp roams free. Cassian is here fighting for his life, looking pale and lifeless while that abomination goes around fraternizing with the enemy.

"You have proven yourself. Your loyalty may be misplaced, but it is unwavering. Your wife is safe." Lucian managed a weak nod, his mind reeling. He'd survived. He'd earned her safety. The debt was paid-in sweat, blood, and nearly his life. The Trial's scars would never fade, but it was over. Now he just wanted to go home-to tell her the truth. To lay bare the heart he'd kept locked away, hidden by the Bratva's shadow. LUCIAN didn't wait to heal. He boarded his private jet from Russia to the Philippines the moment he could stand, his battered face lit with a rare spark of hope. He had so much to say-so much to make right.

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

What the fuck was wrong with him? “Sir, I feel better now,” Clara mumbled sounding a little husky. Wait, was she feeling this too? “Oh, sorry.” Lucian rushed to his feet and away from her as though touching her burned him. Clara rose to her full height, wobbling a little and Lucian rushed to her side in less than a second. Lucian let out a painful laugh, frustrated at himself for being in the same position twice in less than a minute. He hated this, whatever it was, he held no control over his actions anymore and that never meant anything good for him and those around him.

" He declared. Lucian was in front of me in a stride, caging me against the wall, his hands flat on the plaster on either side of my head. He wasn't trying to intimidate me; he was trying to pour every ounce of his conviction into me, to make me feel the truth of his words. "She was a chapter of my life that was over before it began," he breathed, his forehead resting against mine. "A sad, closed book. You... you are the entire library. You are the story, the beginning, the middle, and the end. What I feel for you has burned away every ghost I had. You have to believe that."

“But I’ve done things, Cassia—things that can’t be undone.” I felt a pang in my chest at the bitterness in his voice, but I refused to let it deter me. “We’ve both done things we regret,” I replied, my voice steady. “But it doesn’t mean we have to keep living in the past. It doesn’t mean we can’t change.” Lucien’s expression hardened, and for a moment, I thought he might pull away from me entirely. But then, something shifted—something in his eyes, something in the way he looked at me, as though he was seeing me for the first time.

“You already altered the events of this life by saving Caius, maybe everything including Lucian changed.’ I knew she had a point there but was I ready to bank on that and trust Lucian? I was torn in two. The way he treated me and the way he treated my people made me see him in a different light, but the image of what happened in my past life was hard to erase from my mind. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.," I told Lucian, attempting to sound as calm as possible. "I will be right back." Lucian nodded. “Okay, don’t take too long.”