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The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 42
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —VIVIENNE’S POVI woke up feeling a steady heartbeat against my cheek.Morning light came through the thin silk curtains, painting the room in soft gold and pink colors. I did not reach for the knife under my pillow. I did not wake up scared, waiting for the cold floor of Arthur Sterling’s basement.I was lying close against Lucian’s chest. His strong arm was wrapped gently around my waist, holding me like I was something precious and easy to break.Slowly, I lifted my head. Lucian was already awake, looking down at me with soft gray eyes full of care and warmth. The dark circles under his eyes were gone."Good morning, ma chérie," he said quietly, his voice still deep from sleep. He touched my lower lip with his thumb."Did you sleep well?" I whispered, placing my hand over his chest."The best sleep I have had in two years," he answered. "Because you were here with me."For the first time since I woke up in the chateau, the fear i
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 41: His Gentle Side
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — VIVIENNE’S POV The big room in the east wing of the house was filled with soft golden light from the sun coming through the tall windows. I had not left this room for three days now. My mind felt messy and scary. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw myself back in New York, locked in a dark basement waiting for someone to come. But when I opened my eyes, I was here with soft sheets, fresh flowers, and very quiet around me. And then there was him. Lucian stood near the door, keeping some distance from me. He changed into a simple black shirt and pants, but he still looked big and strong. He did not look like a scary boss now, more like someone watching over me quietly. He always knocked before coming near. He never stood over me. When he brought me food or tea, he placed it gently on the table and stepped back right away. "You are watching me again," I said softly. My voice was still a little weak. I held the sheets tig
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 40: I Will Wait for my Ma Chérie
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — PART I: VIVIENNE’S POV The Grand Ballroom at the Louvre was full of glowing lights, nice dresses, and people talking. I stood near the old paintings on the wall. I wore a long green silk dress. Hidden inside the hem was the small sharp knife Lucian gave me for my birthday. I was twenty years old, and I was the Empress beside Lucian. I acted calm and kind as the host of the event. Lucian stood right behind me. He wore a black suit. He looked strong and quiet. He did not smile or talk to other people. His eyes looked all around the room, watching everyone carefully. He kept one hand near his gun inside his coat. "You are making the guests nervous, Don," I said softly, taking a sip of my drink. "Let them be nervous," Lucian said low, stepping closer to me. "They are looking at my wife." Just then, a man walked up to us. It was Jean-Luc Laurent, a rich art collector. He looked at me with a rude smile and did not even look at L
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 39: Lucian's Reassurance
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —VIVIENNE’S POVThe thick silk ballgown was gone, replaced by one of Lucian’s oversized black cotton shirts that hung loosely off my shoulder, pooling around my thighs.The grand birthday ball had ended hours ago. The guests had departed, the crystal chandeliers in the Palais were dimmed, and the chateau had returned to its deep, quiet darkness. Rain washed over the floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows, painting streaks of shadow across the velvet-draped room.I sat on the edge of the massive, unmade bed, my knees pulled up toward my chest, staring out into the storm.The weight of turning twenty of stepping out of my teens as the official Sovereign Empress of Europe rested heavy in my chest. For years, I had been taught that my name was a curse, that I was a Sterling, a cold bargaining chip raised in the dark by a man who hated me.The solid bathroom door clicked open.Lucian walked out, bare-chested, wearing only dark lounge trousers.
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 38: My Queen
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — VIVIENNE’S POV The French Monarch chateau had turned into a high security maze and it was driving me completely out of my mind. For two days the halls were filled with quiet whispers, armed guards moving unmarked black crates into the west wing and Marco walking around with a tablet pressed to his chest like it held top secrets. Every time I walked into a room the talking stopped. I stood in the center of Lucian’s large study, my arms crossed over my chest, my eyes narrowed as I watched my husband look over a stack of locked records at his wooden desk. "Is there an Italian group planning trouble I was not told about?" I asked, my voice sharp and steady. "Because your security team acts like we are about to be attacked, Don." Lucian did not look up right away. He slowly leaned back in his leather chair, turning his dark drink in his hand, his cold gray eyes locking onto mine with calm and dangerous ease. "No trouble, ma chérie
The Disowned Heiress & The Scarred French Monarch Chapter 37: Give Her an Empire
— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH — VIVIENNE’S POV The private holding room under the Monaco estate smelled of damp stone, sea air, and fresh iron. Nikolai Volkov sat tied to a solid wooden chair in the middle of the room. His broken wrist was wrapped in a rough, blood-soaked cloth. He breathed with difficulty, and his one good eye was swollen and bruised from Lucian’s men. Lucian stood in the shadows near the strong steel door, arms crossed over his chest. His gray eyes were cold and unreadable. He did not step forward. He did not give orders. He held out the leather handle of a sharp blade straight to me, letting me take full control. "He tried to kill my mother," I said. My voice was steady and sharp as the green silk of my dress brushed against the cold floor. "He tried to use her memory to take my place." Volkov spat blood on the stone floor and let out a rough, wet laugh. "You think you are a queen now, little girl? You are just a piece on a board, standin
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