"I'd like to show you around and introduce you as my wife." He replied as he drenched her whole body."I…don't really want to go…" Avelina shook her head at him, not at all liking the idea."May I ask why?" Lucian tilted his head to one side with a curious look on his face."What’s the point? I personally don’t want to be known as your wife. I told you I want a divorce, so it’s obvious that we won't be together for a while. Sooner or later we will separate and I will leave, so I see no point in doing that." She explained to him coldly, making him understand that nothing would change her mind about the divorce."Is that so?" He asked with a neutral look on his face, and Avelina nodded her head at him."Yes—" Her eyes dilated in the next moment before she could finish her sentence when Lucian’s hands suddenly ran up her belly to her chest and pulled her against him.He tightly embraced her, and Avelina, who couldn’t understand what he was doing, shut her eyes."W-what are you doing?" She
Seated on the bed within their room, wrapped up in a towel, Avelian blinked her eyes as she watched Lucian walk out of the dressing room.In his hands were a pair of clothes, which she could tell were meant for her."I'm not very good with this, so I will let you choose. Which do you prefer?" He asked as he showed her the dress on his right hand as well as the one on his left.Avelina, who still felt embarrassed by what happened earlier, cleared her throat and glanced at the well-designed dark green dress on his right hand before looking at the reddish one on his left.She returned her attention back to the dark green one and narrowed her eyes."I like that one." She pointed at the green one, and Lucian glanced at it."I love it too! It's going to look really good on you." He agreed with her, and Avelian, who had actually loved the way he agreed with her, unknowingly smiled."You’re smiling!" This being the first time that Lucian had ever seen her smile, he beamed widely, unable to den
Avelina smiled as her fingers played withthe tips of her wine glass. In a few days, she would be getting engaged to thelove of her life. Currently, they were on vacation in Europe's most glamoroushotel. These few days have been really stressful, so this was really a way forher to take a deep breath and relax. "Ma’am,here is your cocktail." The bartender cleared his throat, and Avelinaturned to look at him. "Thankyou." She smiled as she took the cocktail from him, and she slowly sippedfrom the straw, smiling even more widely at how tasty it was. Withinthe same club, a bit further from the bar where Avelina was seated, a young manwho looked the age of twenty-six, clad in black pants and a black shirt with afew of its buttons open, sat with his legs crossed. His black curly hair, whichcomplimented his emerald eyes, fell to his shoulders, directing your attentionto his muscular body. He had tattoos that looked to start from his waist andstopped at his ne
The bright early morning sun shone throughthe window, and Avelina rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Ahhh.My head hurts," she groaned and slowly blinked her eyes open. Shestretched her body as she yawned and turned her head to look at the window. "Gosh,I am so tired!" She rubbed her forehead and shifted her gaze to her side. "Honey,"she called, thinking it was her fiancé, but a slight frown appeared on her facewhen she saw the long, silky curly black hair scattered on the bed. Since whendid her fiancé have such long hair? "H-honey…"she stuttered, knowing that her fiancée had never had such long hair. Her heartbegan to thump heavily within her, and she slowly reached out her hand to brushthe hair back to see the face of the person lying beside her. Hereyes widened the instant she viewed the face, and out of shock, she screamed,causing her to hurriedly back away almost falling off the bed. She breathedheavily and watched as the man slowly blinked his eyes
Avelina returned to the family mansion asfast as humanly possible, and the moment she stepped into the living room, her gazefell on the entire family. This included her father, Mr. Ferguson, his firstwife, Lady Flora, her half-sister, Rosalia, her half-brother, Lucas, andfinally her ill mother, Irene, who was the second wife, all seated in theliving room, waiting for her.Dothey all already know? But so quickly? She thoughtto herself and fiddled with her fingers as she proceeded further into theliving room. She stood in front of them, and her mother, Irene, who lookedquite disappointed, stared at her with pain in her eyes. "Moth-" "Youdo know that for your disgraceful action, punishment comes." Mr.Ferguson’s angry voice resounded, and he stood to his feet. He stepped towardsAvelina. As he stood in front of her he slapped her hard across the face, tothe point that she spurted out a mouthful of blood. "This is the laststraw." He glared at her and proceeded to
Avelina blinked her eyes open, grunting inpain. A hiss of distress fled her mouth, and she raised her head to look at hersurroundings. She shook her head, and with all the strength she could muster,she sat up off the cold floor. She breathed calmly, and once she was no longerfeeling dizzy, she stood up on her feet and staggered towards her bed. Shereached for her phone, lying near her. She quickly dialed her fiancé’s numberand waited while it rang. A few seconds passed, and no response came. Shedialed his number again, but just like before, no response came. "Ileus..."she whispered his name and proceeded to try again. She tried six more timesbefore he finally picked up. “Youwhore! What are you calling me for?” His aggressive voice resounded from theother side of the phone. "I-ileus,I can explain. Please-" “Whatdo you think of me, Avelina? I know that I don't have as much as he does, but Ihave enough connections to know when my fiancé is
Within a huge, pristine white mansion, noneother than Lucian sat in his home office, staring at the blank screen of hislaptop. "Everything... is gone," he exclaimed under his breath,having mistakenly wiped out every single statement he had ever written for hiscompany. "Are you kidding me?!!" He angrily slammed his fist on thetable in frustration. Hiseyes twitched, and he raised his head to look at the door when he heard it pushopen.His personal guard, Leon, walked in andbowed to him in respect. "YourM," he greeted, and Lucian acknowledged his presence. "Whatis it?" he asked. "Well,there is someone here to see you," Leon replied. "Who?" "Mr.. Ferguson. He is downstairs in the living room, and he requests to see you,"he responded "Whatis that old man doing here now?" A bit curious, Lucian arched his brow,and Leon, who had no clue, shook his head. Lucian stood up from his chair and,with his hands stuffed into the pockets o
"Did he just threaten me?" heasked himself and turned around to glare at Leon, who immediately began to darthis eyes around, not wanting to meet his gaze. "Follow me," he saidto him, and Leon obediently followed him as they returned upstairs. Lucianreturned to his office and sat down in the chair. "I want information onher." He suddenly spoke. "Who?"Leon asked Lucian’sface immediately switched to a frown, and he pinched between his brows. "Leon,you have started to become dumb recently. Who else would I ask you to getinformation on if not his daughter?" He looked at him with a neutral glintin his gaze.Leon blinked his lashes and half smiled athim. "Iam sorry," he apologized. "Whatever.Anyway, while you get the information, there is something I want you to do. Iwant you to find a way into the Ferguson mansion and see what is goingon." "Huh?Why?" Leon inquired. "Leon,if you ask one more dumb question, I am going