Lucien's pov-  I sat with a whisky in hand.This was bullshit I thought to myself, watching how everyone was calmly interacting with Carlos Asif he had not been involved in Maria's disappearance.Maria insists he's not to blame but I couldn't give two shits on what she thought of the situation. He can not be trusted. I shot the last of the whisky from my glass. I don't like this, not one bit. I inwardly seethed as I watched Maria Let out a laugh at Carlos praising Aimee's paella dish with exaggeration.I clenched my jaw. It was sickening to even watch as I refilled my glass."Lorenzo tells me you saved Maria's life, may I ask for the story?" Aimee asked, p

Maria's pov-   "Lucien" I called, struggling to catch up with him as he stormed his way up the stairs to the rooftop.   "Lucien" I huffed trying to catch my breath as I pushed my way through the door and onto the balcony.   Lucien heavily dropped onto the sofa, downing the bottle of whisky in his hand. The sun was setting around us, the air warm from the hot sunny day we had just had.   Lucien looked distraught as he leaned forward, his head resting against the glass bottle he still held.   It's not often I see him like this and I couldn't even imagine how he must be feeling. His life was never normal but for t

Maria's pov-   I straightened myself up as Lucien sat On the sofa wiping the rooftop videotapes from the security app on his phone.   I needed a shower I felt all hot and bothered after what we had just done but a shower could wait. I needed to go check on my brothers, check on Marcel and Carlos. We left in such bad timing. I just hope they didn't all kill each other with my absence.   "Done?" I asked cupping Lucien's face in my hands and tilting his head to look up at me.   He hummened wrapping his arms around my waist. "How about we take ourselves to bed?" he said, lifting the bottom of my top and placing a few delicate stray kisses to the skin of my stomach.  

Maria's pov-   I quickly pushed Carlos away, The feeling of guilt drowning me as I looked at the pained expression upon Lucien’s face.   I had fucked up. I don’t even know how I was to explain myself.  I was a mess of a woman who had no self-control.    If I was someone who had believed in a greater power I would go as far as saying that I had sinned, Sinned bad enough to be shunned from the place of freedom after death.   The room was in a deadly silence.  Lucien never took his eyes from me as he took in my appearance.  My risen nightdress, my shoulder bare

Maria's pov-   It has been three days since I committed what I feel to be the biggest mistake of my life.   Carlos had left come morning, I didn't see him leave but by the time I had awoken he was gone without so much as a goodbye.   Not that Lucien would allow us to ever be in the same room again. He made that more than clear with his threat.   Lucien was still mad at me, in fact I don't think mad is the correct word. He barely even acknowledges me.   Every morning when I wake up he is already gone, the sheets on his side of the bed are always cold. The only sign I had that he would sleep on the bed with me was the soft kiss he placed on my head every night before rolling over and facing the other direction.   He was beyond mad. I didn't know if this was him punishing me, it sure as hell felt like it. It was torture to know that I had hurt him so bad that he