MasukLucille pov For a while, everything was working out perfectly for me, my track game, my love life, everything. I had completely forgotten about her threats and his warnings. It was on that exact day that everything fractured in a flash. It was my mom. The moment I answered, she was wailing and sobbing uncontrollably on the other end. "Mom... what's wrong?" I asked, my voice filled with fear. But she just kept crying, and the tears were honestly beginning to get on my nerves. "Can you please just talk to me?" I begged through her sobs. She paused for a brief moment to catch her breath. "It's your dad. He was stabbed on his way home from work... he's in the hospital." Her words hit me like a physical blow, throwing me completely off the edge. I stood there, utterly speechless. Was this actually true, or was it just another one of her mindless pranks? "Which hospital...?" I asked, my breath catching in my throat as I started to shake. "Milan Hospital," she sniffed, her voice cr
Marcella’s pov These past few days had been pleasant. I honestly hadn’t believed a reality like this would ever happen for us, but look at us now, finally living our lives. I had completely forgotten about home, my family, and Patrick. I was truly happy and content with what I had. We went out together constantly, always holding hands, though we intentionally refrained from any overt displays of public affection. She felt it was important that we took things gradually and I liked the idea with everything going on at home. But everything changed that night. Just one night. We went on a date to a live band concert, had a bit too much to drink, and danced together as if the world belonged to us alone. Right in the middle of it all, her phone started ringing, and she stepped away to answer it. I would have followed her, but I figured it couldn't be anything too urgent. I waited for her, but she was gone for what felt like far too long. When I finally stepped outside to look for her,
Lucille’s pov Now I know why he left it, but yet this wasn’t just an ordinary threat. I could sense a danger, something truly bad was about to happen. My entire body felt ice cold, and I dragged myself over to a chair, curling up to comfort myself. Why was all of this happening to me? I felt like an absolute failure. Why couldn’t I just be allowed to be happy? Other people are permitted to love who they want, so why did my own love story feel like an endless form of torture? The very first time I actually felt like myself, my joy was being brutally ripped away from me. I didn't want to fight anymore, I wasn’t winning this battle. I was just a girl in love. I would have gladly faced heaven and earth to be with Ella. I was willing to take the risk, come out, and face whatever public scrutiny came my way just to be with her. It might have affect my career a bit, but I was fully prepared to adapt, the world will adjust at the end of the day. What I absolutely could not do, however,
Lucille’s pov My apartment door was unlocked, I froze, too terrified to take another step inside. Why on earth was my door open? I closed my eyes and stepped inside slowly, keeping my guard up in case things took a turn for the worse. I had no idea who could have broken into my home. I held my fists high, l prepared for a physical fight when a familiar voice called out from a dark corner of the room. "You don't need those..." I looked around, startled by the voice. It was Patrick. He was holding a book in his hand, my book. He snapped it shut and casually instructed me to close the front door. I hesitated for a long moment before finally doing what he asked. "What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded. He calmly adjusted the collar of his suit. "Saving you." His eyes swept over me from head to toe. "Sit down." He repeated. He gave the command easily, but my days of blindly taking orders from Patrick were long over. He stared at my stubborn, unmoving frame and sighed. "God,
Lucille’s pov That day, I had just gotten back from class and was planning to head out for my evening track practice. Afterward, I intended to come back, shower, and get ready for my date with Ella later that night. When I arrived at the field, I noticed someone sitting on the hood of a sleek black car, holding a pipe and blowing smoke into the air. It looked like a woman, but I couldn’t see her face clearly. My initial instinct was to mind my own business, but something about her attire looked incredibly familiar. I tried to ignore her and focus on my practice, but then she caught my eye and gestured for me to come over. I ignored her summons, preparing to sprint, when two heavy men stepped into my path, intercepting me. "Excuse me, miss... your attention is needed," one of the men said. I was about to retort angrily, but the next words out of the second guard's mouth made me freeze on the spot. "Mrs. Solis wants to talk to you..." My breath became shaky, but I forced myself t
Lucille’s pov I was more than glad to be with her. Out in the open, on the very streets we used to avoid, I could see people whispering under their breath, likely trying to guess what we were to each other. Never before had I given the public even the slightest impression of who I truly was, I had always hidden away in the darkness because of Patrick. But since he was no longer a part of my life, I was finally free. I didn't care what anyone thought anymore, I just wanted to live. When we got back to her place with all the groceries we had bought, I looked around and admired how beautiful her space was. It had absolutely everything it needed, except for one thing, me. I pulled her tightly into my arms, ready to make my proposal. "Babe? Ella... My Arielle, would you like to stay with me?" She was completely stunned by the sudden question and looking into my ears to be sure of what I said. “What?" she asked, looking utterly confused, her eyes were fixed on mine. I giggled. "Lik
Marcella’s pov Since she wanted to shame me, I’ll bring that shame to her doorstep. When the door swung open, I could see the surprise written all over her face, standing there with my own surprise package for her. When I got the message from the girls, it was my sworn sisters, the Bonner Sorori
Lucille’s pov The interview was over, and I ran like a wild beast to my car, heading straight to the meeting spot. I checked my phone countless times to track the time, but no matter how fast I moved, I was still late. A meeting that was supposed to hold by 3 p.m., and it was already 6. I drove
Marcella’s pov I waited for hours, tapping on the desk to distract myself from the slow passing time and forget how long I had been waiting. So unprofessional… I pulled out the letter once more. How could someone write something so crucial and not show up for the meeting they arranged? Or was t
Lucille’s pov I needed something serious to pull her out. Being gentle wasn’t going to work anymore. I had to pull a difficult string. I wrote a threatening letter and gave it to a random boy at the park to help deliver it to her. I instructed him to pretend it was his and pass it through someon







