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Alive. Disappointment moved quietly through me before I buried it. “I’m relieved to hear that.” Lucian laughed, low and dangerous. “Drop the performance.” My expression never changed as I met his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.” Lucian stepped closer, barely holding his wolf beneath his skin. “The hospital attack,” he said flatly. “You told her to abort the child. You think I forgot?” Something ugly twisted through me. Weakness. That girl infected everyone around her with it.

Willy shouted and rushed over to his men; he touched one, staining his hands with blood, and then told Lucian that he would pay and no one was to walk out of here alive. Lucian chuckled. “You brought this on yourself when you laid your hands on my wife. I told myself I wouldn't shed any blood, but you forced me, Willy.” “What?” Willy asked angrily with a stern look at Lucian. Gray then walked up to Lydia as her husband, with two other men raising their guns to him. Lucian then asked them to drop it,it or else he'll make sure that they both die. “Hahaha… I came to take what is mine, but then you suddenly showed up, ruining it for me. You must think that everyone else beneath you is a joke.”

Elara leaned into him, a soft, content expression on her face that Lucian realized, with a sickening jolt, he had never once seen directed at him. His ex-wife, the woman he had discarded, was dancing with another man, radiating a happiness that he had brutally stolen from her. The sight was a knife twisting in his gut. He knew then. He hadn't just lost a wife. He had lost everything. And he would tear the world apart to get it back. As the waltz swirled, Lucian felt a sudden, piercing chill. He looked down at his hand, and for a fleeting moment, he could almost feel the phantom weight of a tiny, trusting hand in his. A hand he had never held. A future he had destroyed.

They had forgotten that Lucian was their other daughter’s husband and Selena’s brother-in-law. Absurd. Utterly absurd. I looked at Lucian, wanting to know his answer, but I already knew. He had abandoned our child and me for Selena. What was this, compared to that? After a brief hesitation, Lucian nodded. Even though I had expected it, it still felt laughable that thirteen years of love had come to this. He moved quickly. He had a lawyer draft the divorce agreement and began preparing for his wedding with Selena. On the day of the wedding, he even called Damon, who was watching over me.

She leaned against the sofa, flipping through a thick pile of photographs. The private investigator across from Elena whispered. “While he was abroad, this Lucian indulged in every illegal act. He drowned himself in filth. And after returning home, he grew worse, hiding behind the name of his sister, Cassandra. He flaunts her fame, boasts that she is the savior of Damian Thompson.” He slid another stack of photographs across the table. Elena’s fingers brushed over them. “Lucian is reckless, yes, but he is also cunning. He throws money at the women he breaks, buying their silence. Most of them take it and fade away. If you want to tear him down, Elena, gambling is his weakness. ”

Not by a long shot. And yet... Lucian stood there calmly, unbothered by the chaos he had just unleashed. His hands were casually tucked into the pockets of his expensive slacks. He didn't even blink. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked on Caleb like a predator watching prey. “Yes,” Lucian said, his voice low and definitive. “Raina Drayden. My wife.” Raina’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. Lucian’s gaze flickered toward her briefly — something dark and unreadable in his expression — before he turned back to the room at large.

Memories of the girl she used to be before life hardened her. Lucian placed something else in her hands. A journal, leather-bound, heavy with years of wear. “This… is yours too.” Isla looked down, confused, then opened it. The first page stopped her cold. “To my wife, the woman who will never read these words, because I am too much of a coward to tell her.” Her eyes blurred. Page after page, written in Lucian’s sharp yet genuine script. It was another journal like the old one which he had written for her.

“Thank you, Theo. What you’ve done for me today, no one else would have.” “You’re welcome.” He met my hand with a wide smile. “If you ever need me, I’m just a call away. But for that.” He paused with a chuckle. “We’ll need to exchange numbers.” “No need for that.” A harsh voice cut in, I turned around to find Lucian, his eyes brimming with contempt. “There is no need for anyone to take care of my wife.” “Lucian, please—” He didn’t let me finish. “First, you lie about being pregnant, and now, you’re flirting with another man?”

Lucian used to freeze his bank accounts so that in just a single night, the man who used to be a millionaire turned into a beggar with just a snap of a finger. Even though Lucian was still to find who had kidnapped his wife, he wanted to warn anyone who might think of doing the same, he was never going to show mercy on such a person. "Lucian, don't you think you are too harsh on them considering we are not even sure whether she was part of the plan to have me abducted?" Krystie asked when she read the news, even though she was touched, she thought it was so harsh for Cassandra.

He said in a low growl that was sure to send a shiver down anyone's spine. Rage engulfed Lucian as he spoke making him stand to his feet. Like a predatory, he marched towards the fuming Clarissa. "You had no right to do that" "How dare you tell me about the right? Not you Lucian. Not after everything you did to me. What do you think you're trying to do keeping me here huh? Need I remind you Lucian, I don't belong to you and I'm not you're wife. We divorced a long time ago"