Lucien’s POV
"Long ti no see Alia. " I chid revealing my face to Alia. Her reaction was worth it. I was here to settle scores.
Alia’s face turned pale the mont I pulled down the mask. The colour drained from her skin so fast it almost amused . Her fingers tightened around the sheets as if they were the only thing anchoring her to reality, her eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal searching for an exit that no longer existed.
"What are you doing here, Lucien?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound composed. The fear in her eyes was raw and unfiltered but every second of it was completely satisfying.
A slow smirk tugged at my lips as I stepped fully into the room and shut the door behind . The soft click of the lock echoed louder than it should have. The room felt heavy with tension, Alia shifted under my pinning gaze.
"I heard I was the one who caused this," I said casually, gesturing toward her bruised body. It was a sha i didn’t see her the first day she was admitted. 2 weeks have passed and she was still in the hospital.
"I just ca to make sure my n did a proper job. Although I must say, they did a terrible one. If it were , there wouldn’t be a body to talk, let alone breathe." I said. My tone was dripping with condescension.
Alia was fierce but in the presence of a bigger predator she shrank. My gaze hardened as I looked at her, and her body visibly trembled under it.
"What do you want?" she snapped, forcing a bit of defiance into her tone. "You can’t harm here. There are caras. I would scream."
I let out a low chuckle, tilting my head slightly as I watched her. How cute, she really thought anyone could save her. A little cornered fox before a wolf.
"Go ahead," I said softly. "Scream as loud as you want. Let’s see if anyone cos." I urged.
For a brief mont, hesitation flickered across her face, but panic quickly overtook it. She opened her mouth and scread, loudly and frantic, her voice breaking as she called for help. "Soone help!!! A dangerous man is here." I closed my ears to block her shrill scream. Her voice was irritating.
The room remained silent. One second
Two seconds
Three
Four.
There was no footsteps approaching to rescue her, no nurse rushed in nor did any alarm ring. Just silence, drop dead silence I could hear the clock ticking down the hallway.
Her screams slowly died down, replaced by uneven breathing as dread crept into her expression. Her gaze shifted toward the corners of the room, toward where the caras should have been watching.
I dropped my hands tucking it in the lab coat then tilted my head with a mocking stare. "Are you done?" I asked sweetly deliberately getting on her nerves.
"What did you do?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "This room has caras..." she gritted her teeth slowly registering her situation.
I smiled faintly, stepping closer. I clicked my tongue in irritation but I was enjoying every slow second of this tornt.
"Stop the pitiful act," I said. "But I must say, you had guts. Getting people to fake an Orlov connection just to fra . That takes effort and guts. You weren’t even scared I would find out. Do you have no idea what happens to stupid people like you?" I said genuinely amazed by her guts. Kirill was beyond pissed when he found out soone was impersonating his n.
He imdiately contacted his younger brother the actual chairman of the orlov group to obliterate the Sinclair family. Mr Sinclair is declaring bankruptcy tomorrow from what he heard. Alia of course have no idea she fired the last bullet that destroys her family
Alia’a face stiffened, but she tried to recover quickly. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," she said, though her voice lacked conviction. It was pointing denying but I loved this ga. Two can play.
I didn’t respond imdiately. Instead, I pulled out my phone and tapped the screen. The sound filled the room instantly, there were sickening sounds that made even Lucien’s stomach churn, a chaotic mix if readful cries and painful groans. The dull, sickening sound of blows landing against flesh.
It was her own voice. Her eyes widened in horror as she recognised it. She was being beaten to a pulp by a group of n who showed no rcy because they weren’t told to
The video played clearly, every second captured. The way she struggled, the way she scread. It looked real. Convincing enough to deceive anyone who didn’t look deeper.
"Are you still going to pretend?" I asked calmly. "You really think I wouldn’t find out?" even Lucien was amazed by Alia’s psychotic tendencies. She went through this hell just for her to reach a goal.
She was still being stubborn. I swiped to the next clip. The sa n from the earlier video now hung by their arms, restrained with their bodies bruised and broken. Their faces were clearly visible, stripped of any anonymity. They were to goons Alia hired for her act. Kirill made sure they were taken care of
"These n are not associated with the Orlovs," I said, my tone flat. "The tattoo they used was fake temporary. Poorly done too." Lucien’s clicked his tongue then glanced at her. A satisfied grin crossed his lips seeing a satisfactory reaction.
Her lips parted, but no words ca out. Her body trembled uncontrollably now.
"I always knew you weren’t pregnant, Raphael birth control worked perfectly." I continued, watching her reaction carefully.
Her expression twisted, anger flickering through her fear. "You’re lying," she snapped.
I let out a quiet laugh.
"Am I?" I said. "I have so knowledge of native dicine. I can read a pulse. That night during the charade, yours was weak. Not the pulse of a pregnant woman. The pulse of soone who has been taking drugs."
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