Seraphina’s POV
I was stunned when the man said he knew my brother.
I wasn’t ready for that. Not now. Not after everything that had just happened.
I was still at the lowest point of my life, and I was barely able to stand, barely able to breathe. I had just managed to escape that hell, and now... this?
Thankfully, he took with him. He didn’t push away. He didn’t drag back to those people. He said he wouldn’t send to my brothers.
But then why were they looking for ?
What more did they want from ?
That question kept circling my mind like a storm. I was trying to hold myself together when I heard sothing outside—shouting, then a loud, heavy thud.
I peeked out the window and froze.
He was beating Jim badly.
My whole body trembled at the sight. His fists didn’t stop—he looked like he had lost control.
I didn’t know what to think anymore.
Would he do the sa to ?
Just because he had saved didn’t an he was safe. I couldn’t trust anyone. Especially not soone who was connected to them.
He knew my brothers.
And that was more than enough reason to keep my guard up.
I was still lost in my thoughts when the car door opened, and he slid into the driver’s seat.
"Would you like so water?" he asked, his face unreadable and even cold, but his voice held a strange softness. As if he weren’t the sa man who’d just beaten soone to a pulp.
"No," I replied quickly. My voice wavered. "P-Please... just take to the nearest h-hospital."
That’s when I noticed the blood on his knuckles— it was still deep
My eyes were stuck on them.
"What are you staring at?" he asked, then followed my gaze. He looked down at his own hands and scoffed. "Well... it’s still better than yours."
What?
Mine?
I looked down and froze. My hands... were caked in dried blood.
My breath caught in my throat.
I couldn’t say anything.
"Thank... Thank you," I said in a weak tone. "But can you please drop off sowhere safe?" I repeated myself. I didn’t want to go with this person as I didn’t know him, and moreover, he knew my brothers.
"You begged to co with , and now you want to run away?" he muttered coldly as he started the car. "I am not letting you go anywhere."
With that, the engine roared to life, cutting through the silence of the dark, empty highway.
A part of thought he was taking sowhere to lock away. Sowhere I would never escape from. But I had no strength left to fight or flee. My body gave up, and everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in his arms.
And he was carrying into a place that didn’t look like a prison at all.
It was a vast and shining villa. I was shining like sothing out of a dream. It looked nothing like what I expected. It almost looked... safe and heavenly.
But I wasn’t ready to believe that yet.
He led down a hallway into a room that made my breath catch. It was larger than lissa’s at the Lancaster mansion—elegant, cold, and so pristine that it felt surreal.
I stared, unable to step forward. "Why... why am I he... here?" I stamred, gripping the edge of the doorway as I was still weak.
"You are at my house," he said without hesitation. "You will stay here until you are okay."
His tone left no room for argunt. It wasn’t a question—it was a statent.
Then, like it was the most normal thing in the world, he turned slightly and said, "Oh, and I am Lucien De Rossi," before walking away, as if none of this was strange. "Soone will co to take care of your injuries."
The door clicked shut behind him, and I was left in silence.
Lucien De Rossi?
That na felt strangely familiar.
The Lucien De Rossi?
The third richest man in the world? The one lissa used to obsess over, like a mad person, and was ready to do anything for him?
What was soone like him doing here? Why was he the one who found ?
And more importantly...
How did he know my brothers?
Several thoughts swirled in my head, making even more dizzy.
I dragged myself to the bed and collapsed onto it, the sheets felt soft and cool against my skin.
No.
I didn’t have the energy to think about everything now.
What mattered was that I had escaped—that I was no longer trapped in that living nightmare from my past life.
But... what now?
I was never good with people. Conversations, eye contact, even simple greetings—they always felt too big for . I wasn’t like other girls. I didn’t shine. I was invisible everywhere I went!
"Hah..." I let out a hollow laugh. "I barely escaped, and now... I have no idea what cos next."
And then I froze.
Wait.
Did I just say that... in one go?
A full sentence. Smooth and clear. Without stamring.
My lips parted in shock.
Could I really... speak freely? Just like others?
"W-What...?" I whispered. "I didn’t even realize..." The tiniest smile tried to rise.
Before I could even breathe in that tiny mont of joy, the door creaked open.
A man burst in—his breath uneven, his eyes wide.
"You—how are you here? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
I stared at him, stunned. The concern on his face didn’t reach . Not even a little.
Instead, sothing sharp twisted in my chest.
Confusion.
Fear.
Fury.
Why was he here?
And who gave him the right to care now?
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