Novel & Cerita Lucy Steel

Rylan asked as he firmly held onto the clothes bag; he was desperate to get changed. “Oh, yes, we are, dear,” Lucy replied. With her shaky hands, she entered the passcode to see if she had gotten it right or not. She did not want to let her emotions visible on her face, so she tried to mask them and hide them from Rylan. —---

“She’s doing this to make us look bad!” I turned as the clatter of hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway. Lucy swept into view, sporting her polished curls and her garishly flamboyant suit. “What in God’s name is going on here?” She demanded. Without a word, I flung the key at the door with a sharp clink. “There,” I nodded at it with my chin, “Your golden boy and his mistress are locked inside together. Go on, let’s see what Mommy Dearest makes of that.”

Catherine blurted out before she could shut her mouth “I don't mean to mock you, I'm only being sincere,” she added and Lucy smiled awkwardly. “Thanks for the compliment, some of my neighbours do say that as well” she added smoothly and Catherine nodded. EVENING Lucy wore her pink maid's uniform pacing around the room she had been waiting for kael for a long while now. she wanted to know what he wanted to say. ‘what does he want to say, maybe just maybe he feels the same way I do’

"Shut up—they’re coming." The door slams open, and the air is punched from my lungs. Professor Lucien strides in, arms raised… and beside him stands his not-so-wife. His eyes lock on mine, and my heart lurches into a wild rhythm. "Let them go," he demands. Two more men file in behind her—the bald thug from earlier and another stranger. "I will," she sneers, "after you make the transfer." Lucien shakes his head. "You’re asking for what I can’t give. If it was money you wanted, you should’ve kidnapped my brother. He’s the one controlling the company funds.

“You’ll find out soon.” But Lucy didn’t stop at stalking Jane’s profile. She went a step further—hiring someone to monitor Jane’s every move and report back to her. The day finally came. Lucy dressed in ragged, worn-out clothes—completely unlike her usual elegant self. She wanted to look pitiful, to trigger Jane’s sympathy. As she approached the grand Orlov Empire building, she was awestruck. Her gaze traveled across the towering glass structure, sleek cars, and marble floors. Envy wrapped around her like a shroud. Regret twisted inside her like a knife.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to show up here acting like you care after everything you pulled. Leave. Now.” Lucy’s face twisted. She took a step back but didn’t go quietly. “Wow. You’re really choosing her over me? After everything? I was trying to help. She looks like shit and you’re letting her walk around like this? Fine. Keep your little stolen Luna. I could have been a better replacement anyway.” She spun on her heel and stormed out, but not without dropping one last snide comment. “I’ll make sure you learn a good lesson for stealing what’s mine very soon.”

The void breathed around me, a million whispering voices promising peace if I would just let go, just dissolve, just become nothing. I hit a surface that rippled like water under flesh. The armory keys burned in my clenched fist. In this realm, the keys were not metal. They were my self. My name. My fury. The brutal love that had made me abandon my pack and throw myself into the abyss. I am Lucy. I am the Queen of Steel. The Founder of the Unmasked. This darkness does not own me.

Blake The garage was alive with noise—engines revving, tools clattering, voices calling back and forth—but I kept my focus where it had been all morning. On her. Lucy moved different than the rest. Quiet, careful, like each step was measured before she set it down. She didn’t belong here, not in this chaos, but she hadn’t bolted either. That told me more about her than anything she’d said. She’d learned how to stay put in places that made her skin crawl. Survival, not comfort.

The only other time I'd felt like this was when Antonio left with my mother and I had to hunt him down to get her back. Lucy stood up and placed herself in front of me, waving a hand in my face. "Hello, earth to the Italian. I just survived a bomb explosion and feel as lively as ever and you're not going to say anything?" A cute frown settled on her face. "That's bloody rude if you ask me." "Your phone?" I asked darkly, still recovering though I didn't show it. "You're angry about that? I sort of lost it when the bomb went off and when I did manage to locate it, it was destroyed so..." Lucy shrugged, not at all apologetic. "I gave it to Peyton to take care of things."

There's no weapon on Lucy, none that I can see, but i still casually rake my hand through my hair and take one of my hairpins out as I ask cautiously, "What do you mean?" Lucy’s been working here for the past week as Jack's nanny and no one has complained about her, but her being in my room today is strange. Lucy is twisting her fingers together, her behaviour radiating hesitation as she responds, "I studied herbs growing up, Luna. Even though I'm an orphan, I grew up with old shewolves that know the ways of the forests and they taught me a lot. I noticed something with your pills earlier. I smelt something."