The Charismatic Lucas Gray นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lucien, the man everyone thought was untouchable and had been in Italy for what they thought was for good, was now back in the country, and for the longest time he was untouchable, no one could take him down or no one even dared except for Lucas Wade, who has been hunting him for years. Lucas, the top agent of the International Crime Division, stood and stared at the panoramic view, his face stern. “Copy that, sir.” Just as he turned to leave, his phone buzzed. His lips curled when he read the name on the screen. “Hello,” he answered. “Hey, Luke! Remember Charlie? My fiancé that you don’t like? I have some good news for you…”

“Lucas. I believe congratulations are in order for securing that last venture capital round in Tokyo.” “Small potatoes, my friend. Absolutely secondary to this earth-shattering development.” Lucas finally turned his genuinely friendly, hazel eyes toward me, releasing Alessandro from the hug. “And you must be the miracle worker. Elara, it is an absolute pleasure. I’m Lucas Gray, and I have had the dubious honor of being this man’s best friend since he was short enough to smuggle out of Arthur’s library.” He took my hand, not with the formality of the Conti circle, but with an easy, firm clasp that was instantly disarming.

Fenris's blood ran cold. Lucas Gray was not a stranger. He was the son of a business partner, a man who had worked with Fenris's father for decades. The Gray family owned shipping ports, logistics companies, a small empire of their own. Lucas was handsome, charming, relentless. He had been to the Vlad mansion dozens of times. He had dined at Fenris's table. He had smiled at Fenris's women. He was a romantic. He did not back down when he wanted something.

I threw casually. He chuckled loudly, “Brilliant.” He said, “but making an enemy out of me, incredibly dull move.” “But heres what you don't know Victoria. I am thankful for you. And that is why i need you to do me a favor.” He casually threw his arm around me saying. “What are you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes asking. “Its simple,” he circled me, with his hands clasped behind. “Years ago, Lucas fled with a girl named Magdalene,” he said. “He left everything behind, including the family name.”

The charcoal smudged his fingers, and he didn't care. He was still afraid. The nightmare of Caius was a constant companion. The journey ahead was long and fraught with peril. But in the act of drawing the world as he saw it, with his own untethered hand, he found a tiny, fragile piece of himself that the gilded cage hadn't been able to touch. He was Liam Gray, a ghost with a sketchbook, and for the first time, that identity felt less like a prison and more like a blank page.

It switched to Dad talking to the Elders. "No matter what Gray Ashbourne did, his newborn son, Lucas, is innocent. If the Kingdom learns that Lucas' father was a traitor, that pup will never be able to hold his head high for the rest of his life. "Let's just let it be. We'll say that Gray died in battle. This sin of his—I'll keep it a secret for him." The image froze on Dad's face—a face filled with compassion. I looked at Lucas, my eyes full of mockery.

I breathed, feeling truly relaxed for the first time in days. "Indeed," Lucas agreed, but when I glanced up at him, I realized he wasn't looking at the beach at all. His eyes were fixed on me, filled with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. I cleared my throat, breaking the moment. "Why did you bring me here, Lucas?" I asked, continuing our walk along the shoreline. He was quiet for a moment, seemingly gathering his thoughts. "I needed to show you that the Greys aren't as terrible as the rumors make them out to be," he finally said. "Especially Damien. He's... he's been through a lot."

Witches were known as outcast and even Lucian, no matter how dumb or power lustful he is, knows that. "You do not seem to believe that even when you both are about embarking on a bloody war," alpha Grayson said as he tug his shiny black beard, staring at me with his brow raised. "You do know that you're with his mate, right?" "I know that, alpha Grayson," I muttered as I stared directly at him. "And I know that Lucian would want to do anything to have Alana back." "Then why are you surprised that he made that decision?" Alpha Grayson asked.

Lucas had a dart gun pointed at Gray and Eli had a real gun pointed at her. “Don’t try anything and we won’t have to kill you... right now.” She swallowed back the vile that hit her throat. Poor Gray. She needed to help him. She nodded and curled her shoulders into her chest to appear weak and scared. “Let’s take them to the other room and chain him up,” Lucas said. “What about her?” Eli asked. Lucas threw her a hate filled glare. “She’s human. She couldn’t break through anything. Pathetic weaklings.”

Nate was wearing what he’d worn to school: a pair of blue jeans, white t-shirt, and a plaid shirt open over it. “Hello! I’m Mary Mactire, and this is my son, Nathaniel,” her voice was light and a little airy. “Nice to meet you, Mary. I’m Kai Graycort. Please come in!” Mr. Graycort introduced himself. He led them into the open dining/kitchen area and began to introduce the rest of us. “Nate, you know my children Kamron and Kimia, and our friend, Rose. The beauty behind the stove is my wife, Lusa.”