Lucian
I enjoyed hunting with Mara.
More than I expected.
I never hunted with Tina. That wasn’t her thing. She preferred soft lights, champagne, and overpriced meals at restaurants I couldn’t really afford.
I might own the company now, but I still lived like a man with a ceiling.
My father made sure of that—"Work your way up," he said. So I did.
Which meant I got a paycheck like everyone else. No special privileges, just the pressure of legacy without the cushion.
Tina never quite understood that. She wanted the image, the illusion of power, but not the reality of limits. And I went along with it for too long—paying for her tastes, stretching myself thin, always trying to keep her happy.
She’s out of my life now.
It didn’t end well, and it still stings. But no matter how much I
