Chapter 2

The bright early morning sun shone through the window, and Avelina rubbed her sleepy eyes.

       "Ahhh. My head hurts," she groaned and slowly blinked her eyes open. She stretched 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 face when she saw the long, silky curly black hair scattered on the bed. Since when did her fiancé have such long hair?

       "H-honey…" she stuttered, knowing that her fiancée had never had such long hair. Her heart began to thump heavily within her, and she slowly reached out her hand to brush the hair back to see the face of the person lying beside her.

       Her eyes 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 breathed heavily and watched as the man slowly blinked his eyes open.

       He sat up on the bed and grunted at the scream she had let out.

       "Why are you screaming, Selena?" His deep voice resounded through the entire room as he asked, and Avelina stayed still, unable to move.

       She’s dreaming, right? This is nothing but a dream, right? she wondered and nearly flinched when the man turned his head to look at her. Her gray eyes met with his emerald ones, and they sat dormant, just staring at each other.

       "Who are you?" he asked in the calmest voice, which no one would have expected in such a situation.

       "What do you mean, who am I? I should be the one asking you that question!" Avelina yelled, with tears already welling up in his eyes. Confused as to why she had become so teary in a matter of seconds, a deep frown settled in between the young man’s brows.

       "You are not Selena, so explain who you are!" he said this without pausing to consider why the tears were welling up in her eyes.

       "Were you sent to frame me? Huh?! Why are you in my room? Why are you on my bed, and why are our clothes... everywhere?" Avelina questioned in the most broken voice he had ever heard, and this made him even more perplexed.

       "Well, first of all, it seems that we may have slept together, and secondly, this is my room, not yours. So I should be the one asking you what you are doing in my room." He arched his brow at her.

       "Wait what? This is my room, what do you mean it's yours." Her words slowly faded into thin air the moment she looked around the room. Her lashes fluttered furiously as she realized it actually wasn't her room. "It….isn’t mine…" Her heart immediately dropped to her stomach, and she slowly turned her head to look at him. "I don't know what-"

       The door of the room suddenly burst open before she could even explain, and very familiar faces rushed in with a look of anger in their eyes. Avelina's heart immediately rushed to her throat, and a look of horror flashed in her eyes.

       "F-father!" she stuttered. Her father, Mr. Ferguson, a tall, fifty-year-old-looking man with brown hair and brown eyes, balled his hands into a tight fists. Disgust flickered in his eyes, and he shifted his gaze to the unknown man, whom Avelina had slept with.

       "So my daughter is now your target, Mr. Lucian?" he questioned.

       The young man, Mr. Lucian, who was the most famous, top-ranked, and successful businessman in the whole of Europe, tilted his head to one side. He looked at Mr. Ferguson, and a look of mockery emerged on his face.

       "You really think I give a fuck about your daughter? I don’t even know who your daughter is." A cold smile ensued on his face, and Avelina slowly turned her head to look at him.

       Mr. Lucian? She slept with Mr. Lucian! The only man above her father! She mistakenly slept with the only man whom her father deemed a worthy opponent! Fear immediately gripped her, and her body began to tremble.

       "Avelina, if I don't see you back at the mansion in ten minutes." Not bothering to elaborate any further, Mr. Ferguson turned around and stormed out, his men following after him. Avelina stared at his disappearing back, and the moment the door was slammed shut, she hurried down from the bed with the bed sheet wrapped around her body. She grabbed her clothes and hurried into the bathroom, but she halted on her step when she felt Lucian pull the bed sheet.

       "You realize that there is only one bedsheet on this bed, right?" he asked, and she slowly turned her head to look at him.

      "Please, I need to leave! I am in more trouble than you can ever imagine,” she implored him, and having never seen a woman look so vulnerable, his eyes blinked, and he grabbed the two pillows beside him.

       He let go of the bed sheet and covered himself with the pillows, then watched as she ran into the bathroom with her clothes in her hands. Avelina dressed up as quickly as she could and scurried out of the bathroom. She glanced at Lucian one last time, and without saying a word, she rushed out of the room and shut the door behind her.

       Lucian stared at the door, and an exasperated breath fled his nose.

       "Avelina…" Her name slowly fled his mouth, and he stood up from the bed to walk into the bathroom.