Celina’s POV
LUCIEN was relentless the morning after the pier.
I woke up tangled in his sheets, sore from the way he’d taken me against the railing with the sea crashing beneath us, and his first act was to cage me tighter. A convoy of black SUVs waited downstairs, bodyguards in tailored suits moving like shadows around us. And Lucien—perfectly tailored himself, dark suit hugging his broad frame—looked like a king taking his queen out to be displayed.
I should have been flattered. Instead, I felt the weight of invisible chains tightening around my wrists.
“Where are we going?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest as we slid into the back seat.
“You’ll see.” His voice was low, controlled, and unbearably sure of itself.
The car glided through the city until it stopped in front o
