LOGINLucienThe heavy glass doors of the hospital slid closed behind us, cutting off the sterile scent of the ward and replacing it with the dry, artificial glare and cool breeze of the Vegas night.In my arms, Aurelia felt entirely weightless. The fierce, terrifying courage that had driven her to step between my gun and my men had completely vanished, leaving her depleted. Her head slumped against my chest, her fingers weakly curling into the lapel of my jacket. She was exhausted—shattered by the panic of her mother’s collapse, the frantic rush to the ER, and the sheer adrenaline of facing down my wrath.I strode directly toward the waiting black SUV. Jean scrambled ahead, ripping the rear passenger door open, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.I didn't say a word to him. I didn't trust my men to be near her right now, and I certainly didn't trust them to keep her contained.Climbing into the back seat, I didn't place her on the leather next to me. Instead, I pulled her onto my lap,
AureliaThe moment we were out of my mother's sight, the polite facade vanished. Lucien didn't drop his hand from my shoulder; instead, his fingers tightened, digging into my collarbone as he practically shoved me into the empty alcove near the ice machine, away from the nurses' station.He pinned me there, his towering frame completely blocking out the hospital corridor. Up close, his dark eyes were bloodshot, flashing with a quiet, lethal rage that made my knees tremble."You have a lot of courage, Aurelia," Lucien murmured, his voice dangerously low, almost a whisper, yet it vibrated with a terrifying power. "Escaping the campus perimeter. Mobilizing my entire security detail to escort you across the city. Did you think a public hospital would shield you from me?""It was an emergency," I choked out, my back pressed hard against the cold wall. I forced myself to look up, refusing to let my voice completely fail me. "My sister called. My mother fainted. She was starving, Lucien. I
Aurelia I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. A suffocating, unyielding presence filled the space behind me, heavy with a dark, commanding gravity that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.Lucien was here. And his eyes were boring a hole straight through my spine.My hands tightened around my mother’s, while her eyes widened as she stare at the back of my head. "Mr.. Mr Thorne?" My mother asked, her voixe filled with disbelief.Having danced at Casanova for over ten years, she recognized the brutal kingpin of the underworld instantly. "Mrs. Van Guard," Lucien responded calmly. His voice was a smooth, deep baritone.My mother’s forehead creased into deep, worried lines, while I'm silently trying to figure out how to explain myself out of this situation."I’m sorry, but.." She stammered, "Is there something I can do for you? I quit dancing months ago... I thought Vivienne informed you.""I know, Elena." Lucien said. He took a slow, deliberate step forward,
AureliaWhen we finally arrived at the hospital I jumped out of the car. Jean and one more guard followed my frantic moves."Van Guard.. My mother is here, someone called me from the hospital." I said as soon as I reached the reception."Van Guard.. Van Guard.." The nurse stationed behind the desk muttered as her fingers strolled through the list. "She's still in the ER. Hallway to your right, all the way at the back." The nurse pointed the way and I didn't wait any longer to rush there. I parted through the crowds, loud groans of pain and the smell of antiseptic surrounded me, but I can only focus on one thing. "Mom.." I pushed the curtain open and found Amelia slumped in a plastic chair, leaning her forehead against the side of the hospital mattress. While my mother, she looked broken and pale, her skin a fragile, translucent pale, a thick IV line taprd into her bruised arm."Sis!" Amelia jumped in my arms. In my shock I couldn't hug her back, my eyes glued at my mother's weaken
AureliaIt was a little over five in the morning. Lucien was gone again, vanished into whatever dark, consuming business he got in his hands, but his touch, his scent, it still lingered in my body, hitting my senses more than ever. The scent of his mahogany cologne clung to my skin, embedding itself into my senses, until I feel like I couldn't breathe without smelling him. I lay staring at the ceiling, haunted by a terrifying question: Since when did I start craving his presence?Was it due to the nights where I was always left alone in here, with only walls as my company and no one to talk to. Or maybe.. I'm starting to get used to his touch, starting to wanting it, needing it. At that realization, my heart started to thrummed in fear. No, I told myself. That's not possible. This has to stop.His words flashed back in my head, his cold words, the arrogance that snuck in his tone. You’ll be the one begging for it, little swan.I gasped. My hands flew to the sheets, clutching
Aurelia"Including my freedom?" I challenged.He let out a dark, amused chuckle. "There she is. My stubborn little swan. Tell me, what is it you want this time? I knew there was a catch when you asked me to come over and greeted me with a nice home-cooked meal.""You already know what I want," I murmured, stepping away from the table and approaching him slowly. "I told you during the phone call.""And I already gave you my answer." He shook his head, a crooked, unyielding smile playing on his lips."Lucien," I pleaded, stopping just a foot away from him. I swallowed my pride, letting all the defiance drain from my posture. "My mother is sick. I just need to see if she's alright. Please.""Aurelia, now is not the right time to visit your mother," He said. A sudden hardness settled into his voice, a clear warning that this topic was final."Please..." I pleaded once more. Slipping my hands over his, I gently wrapped my fingers around his palms. I knew he had a soft spot for me, and in m
Lingerie sets, sheer nightdresses, and scraps of silk, lace, and leather straps that I wasn't even sure how to wear filled the spaces. There wasn't a single piece of proper, normal clothing in the entire closet.I looked down at the clothes I was currently wearing. They were ruined. Somewhere durin
Lucien’s POVThe clock on the wall of the private suite ticked past midnight. Then past one. By two in the morning, the silence in the room had become thick, suffocating, and heavy with a rising venom.I stood by the window, staring down at the neon veins of the city, my phone pressed to my ear. Fo
Aurelia’s POVI stood paralyzed in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room, scanning my appearance from head to toe. The white lace outfit Mama V had provided for tonight felt like a beautiful trap. The garment was a structural contradiction of purity and absolute vulnerability—a halt
Lucien’s POVThe air in the boardroom was thick with the smell of cold sweat and fear. I didn’t look up from the ledger in front of me as my head of logistics stammered through an excuse."The port authority is asking for a twenty-percent increase on the quiet-fee, Mr. Thorne. They say the risk







