Although he had said he would handle it, Lucian hesitated, an unknown fear washing over him like a suffocating blanket. Sensing his uneasiness, Ken asked, “Do you want me to open it?” Lucian shook his head, trying to regain his composure. “No…I’m okay,” he replied, his voice strained. “Did you call Jake?” The diversionary tactic was his attempt to regain control over the situation, even as his heart raced with an inexplicable fear. “Yes, sir, he is taking the available flight and will be here in the next few hours.” "Okay," Lucian acknowledged, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. He took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what he might find behind the door. Memories of the first time he had discovered Mira's fits flooded his mind, creating a knot of anxiety in his chest. As he approached the door again, his only prayer was that she was okay. At that moment, nothing else mattered to him but her well-being. Lucian took a deep breath and slowly opened the door,

Mira, with a sweet smile lingering on her lips, fell asleep in Lucian's arms. Instead of gently placing her back in bed, he remained seated, his eyes fixed on her beautiful, sweet, innocent face. The lines of worry on his forehead deepened as he pondered the implications of her words. If what she said was true... he too needed to question the so-called sister and uncle.A quiet determination settled in his heart. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch soft and affectionate."Ah," he sighed softly, frustration clouding his eyes. Here he was, grappling with the complexity of his own life, but in comparison to her struggles, his challenges seemed small.The very people she had once trusted had become the source of her torment. It was a cruel irony that mirrored his own experiences. If it weren't for the betrayal he had faced from those closest to him, he wouldn't have agreed to the deception of their marriage.Her fight with IED made her situation even more diff

Rachael Dolman sighed the moment her feet landed on Australian soil. She knew her their father wouldn’t sit still, even though they weren’t invited to the party. Tonight, after a long time, she was finally going to see her Mira again. Doubt clouded her thoughts, "although, I doubt she would want to see me," Rachael murmured. She decided to take her stand; this time, she would never allow anyone, not even Nicholas, to hurt her child anymore. It might be too late for her to wipe her hands clean, but it wasn't too late to save Mira and Lora from their father’s viciousness. At that moment, her phone rang, and she hurriedly picked it up. “Hello!” “It’s me,” Nicholas breathed into the phone. “Are you sure you can’t make it to the party?” he asked. “Oh, no, dear.” Right… he didn’t know she had come to Austral on her own. To him, she probably was still rolled up somewhere in Atlanta, like a caged animal. “I told you, I don’t feel like going to any party.” She lied. "Even if it's your dau

It took us two hours to unbox the many boxes of accessories, and with each opened box, I couldn't help but burst into laughter at Lucian's sour expression."You should see your face in the mirror," I teased him, my laughter filling the room. "Oh, come on! Don't tell me you really hate the idea of me taking things from her?""No... That's not it," he replied grimed."Lucian... look," I pointed at the closet. "In there, there are thousands of clothes, shoes, and accessories that could take me forever to use. You bought them all for me, and if given the opportunity, I know you will buy the whole of Austral in my name," I told him, my voice softening. "I know it, Amelia knows it. But just because I married Lucian Creed doesn’t mean I have to reject other people's kind gestures," I said, trying to make him understand my view. I sighed, my fingers gently cupping his face, searching his eyes for understanding. "Besides, you said she is not bad, and me accepting her goodwill is a form of trust

Rachel, consumed by suspicion, couldn't believe her ears as she eavesdropped on the conversation unfolding in front of her. Her intuition had led her to believe that Nicholas, her husband, was involved in some dangerous scheme. Fueled by desperation and fear, she decided to take matters into her own hands.With the assistance of a skilled professional, she transformed herself into an entirely different persona, donning the attire of an Indian celebrity. A resplendent sari, vibrant and ornate, gracefully enveloped her figure, masking her identity beneath its folds. Layers of meticulously applied makeup concealed her features, hidding her true self in an enigmatic aura.No one recognized her; she didn’t even recognize herself, not even when she came across Nicholas at the entrance. Cloaked in her disguise, she felt like a different person and with that feelings came a new found confidence.She stood up from her seat, her heart pounding in her chest, as she followed him, determined to ob