Lucian
Ever since the kiss between Mara and Darian, I’d been distant with her. Guarded. I spent more time at the office than I needed to.
Came home late. Slept little. Worked too much.
But the truth?
I couldn’t stand the idea of her with him.
Every time I sat alone in my office, all I could picture was Darian with his hands on her, whispering things I never had the courage to say. And it shouldn’t have mattered—but it did. It hurt.
She stopped coming to breakfast, and I didn’t push. Martha had made the dining table a warzone. I knew she’d been reporting Mara constantly. I ignored it—until my father linked me directly and insisted we come. I thought maybe it had something to do with Tiffany moving in. Maybe it was just some display of forced unity.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
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