Betrayed By My Abusive Ex-husband; Pampered By The Devil

"Ahh..." The uneasy cry of a woman could be heard coming out of the bedroom of a hotel suite. The bedroom door swung open, and a man dressed in his signature black jeans, black shirt, and black boots walked in. His perfectly trimmed dark hair was disheveled like he had passed a hand through it countless times, and his stone-cold expression made him look like a grim reaper who had come to take the soul of the poor woman inside the room.

However, when his fierce gaze swept over to the naked petite woman twisting on the bed, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding and climbed up the bed at the speed of lightning. His trembling hands cupped her beautiful face that was flushed crimson with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He caressed her smooth cheek with his thumb as he breathed out a soft, "Micetta."

Sensing the strong male hormones around her, Reina, feeling hot and needy, wrapped her hands around the man she thought was her husband's neck and leaned in toward the man for a kiss, but the man beat her to it, sealing her lips in a blazing hot kiss. Reina responded to the kiss hungrily, like her life depended on it.

Xavier's hand went to her hair, fisting it tightly. He tilted her head as he devoured her lips; he only pulled away to allow her to catch her breath.

"Please touch me; I want you, please." Reina pleaded, panting as she began grinding her body against Xavier's. Xavier didn't need to be asked twice; kneeling, he took off his clothes, kicking off his boots and pants as he hovered over Reina. He sealed her lips again, and she wrapped her hand around his neck and responded to the kiss.

As the kiss prolonged, Xavier's hand on her hips roamed to her thigh; he spread her legs, his fingers traveling down her inner thighs. He paused, reaching her entrance, passing his calloused finger through her warm and juicy pussylips, before thrusting it into her soaked cunt. Reina bucked her hips up, wanting more.

Xavier added two fingers and started pumping into her, opening her up, his thumb rubbing her clit. After rubbing and finger-fucking her, confirming she was ready to take him. Xavier thrust his veiny length into her, filling her.

"Ahhh!" Reina let out a painful cry as she tried to adjust to Xavier's size, but he began thrusting into her, his thick cock stretching her pussy.

"Fuck!" Xavier cursed, tossing his head back as he relished the feeling of being inside her, a lone tear running down his face. He bent down and began to kiss her as he continued pounding into her. He missed her.

Reina's painful moan turned into pleasurable moans with each hard thrust. Soon, she began moving her hips, meeting each of Xavier's ruthless thrusts. She writhed beneath him as she wrapped her hands around his broad back, her nails digging into his skin. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer; she craved more of what he was doing to her.

"Xavier! I love you..." she moaned after pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath. Xavier stopped, his heart racing as he looked down at Reina, disbelief etched on his face.

"Regina, you remember me?" he asked, but Reina only pulled him in, sealing their lips. Xavier deepened the kiss and began his ruthless onslaught. Wet slapping sounds fill the room as their bodies collide over and over.

Xavier leaned down and started sucking her tit. He bit her nipple, making Reina cry in pleasure. He switched to her other breast, giving it equal attention while pounding into her. Reina bucks her hips up to grind against him, taking him even deeper as tears of pleasure fell down her temples.

It was the fourth time Xavier had cum, but his dick was still hard as he kept pounding into Reina's tight, clenching cunt. He kept thrusting inside Reina, their combined juices leaking out, coating his shaft and dripping down her ass crack. He pulled out of her, spinning; she was on all fours. Without warning, he slammed into her.

"Ahhh!" Reina cried loudly, fisting the sheets, as Xavier slammed her from behind, feeling him deep inside, stretching her out. Xavier started pounding into her relentlessly, hitting all the right spots. With one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around, playing with her clit.

They continued. Raw, primal, no-holds-barred fucking until Reina finally cums after countless rounds, her clenching pussy milking him. Xavier also came, once again filling her with his hot load. They both collapse into a tangled, satisfied mess, panting and groaning. Xavier wrapped his arm around Reina and pulled her to him and murmured,

"I hope you don't blame me when you sober up, Tesoro." He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, only to realize that she had already drifted to sleep. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, giving in to sleep as well.

~~~

The next morning:

Reina woke to the feel of a finger tracing her lower lips. Smiling, she opened her mouth as she playfully tried to bite the finger, but the action caused the finger to slip into her mouth, and she began to seductively suck on the finger, like a lollipop.

"Fuck!" Xavier cursed throatily, feeling his already hard cock jerk up. 'Good thing he was wearing his brief,' he thought. However, Reina's eyes flew open at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, and she was immediately confronted by a pair of striking forest-green eyes that screamed dominance and power, boring into hers with an unsettling intensity. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her as she registered the situation, and she sat up abruptly, her heart racing. 'This isn't her husband.'

"Who are you?!" she shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of dread and fury as the realization of what might have happened dawned on her. "No, Lucas." Her husband. 'What would he do when he sees her in bed with another man? Things were going great between them; no, this can't be happening. He already believes he wasn't her first; seeing her now will destroy the relationship they have built these past weeks.' Reina thought, looking at the stranger's face. However, instead of providing her an answer, the stranger's lustrous gaze shifted down her lower body.

Reina followed his gaze, her breath hitching in her throat when she realized she was completely naked. Instinctively, she yanked the sheets up to shield herself, her cheeks turning red with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Xavier's expression darkened as soon as he heard Reina mention the name of her jerk husband. A flicker of irritation crossed his features, but it quickly disappeared on noticing Reina's reaction. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk, revealing a glint of mischief in his eyes. He slightly leaned closer, his voice sounding more arrogant than he had intended it to be.

"There's nothing on that body I haven't seen before..." His tone was laced with a confidence that filled the air with tension.

However, Reina, fueled by a rush of bitterness, cut him off with a swift slap across his face, her eyes red.

"Who the hell are you? And what did you do to me?!" she yelled, her voice echoing with both impatience and nervousness, a lone tear falling down her face. "How? How did you enter this room? There are bodyguards outside!" Reina yelled, her voice wavering as tears began to fall down her face. Her body trembled with anxiety. She had to find Lucas. 'He was supposed to be back. Did he come but leave after seeing her in bed with another man?' The thought of her husband witnessing that sent a wave of dread through her.

Seeing Reina so broken, Xavier wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, her back pressed against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Tesoro," he said softly.

"Let go of me!" Reina cried, struggling to free herself from Xavier's grip, but his hold only tightened.

"Calm down," he said, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on her nape. "I did this for your own good..." He didn't finish his sentence when he caught the faint sound of footsteps outside the bedroom. Suddenly, the door opened, and the sound of cameras clicking filled the room.

"Fuck," Xavier cursed as he swiftly pinned Reina down on the bed, shielding her from the cameras. 'That bastard, this was his plan-to disgrace Reina. But why?' Xavier thought as he looked down at the trembling woman beneath him, tears glistening in her eyes as she gazed back at him.

AN:

Reina means queen.

Regina means queen. Please do not be confused when Xavier refers to Reina as Regina. Thank you.

❤ Fireworks

~~ One Month Ago ~~

Warning: Chapter contains details of killing and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. Please skip if you are easily triggered.

~ ♧ ~

A woman in a black lace gown that enhanced her flawless fair skin walked out of the kitchen. Her beautiful face was swollen, and her eyes were red, an indication she had been crying for a very long time.

Yes, Reina just returned from her parents' burial; she was mourning their sudden death. Yet the first thing her husband demanded on reaching home was for her to prepare him coffee. Knowing how much he loved her coffee, she yielded and prepared it, hot and creamy, just like he preferred. With elegant steps, she approached him with a mug of coffee.

"Here is your coffee, mi amor," Reina said, handing the coffee to the devilishly handsome man seated on the sofa. His thick eyebrows were knitted together as he concentrated on his phone. His bold jawline, prominent cheekbones, small nose, and piercing silver-gray eyes; his confidence; and his powerful aura that couldn't be ignored. Lucas smiled, taking the coffee.

Doe-amber eyes filled with anticipation looked down at Lucas as he took the mug to his lips. This wasn't the first time Reina was serving Lucas coffee, but the expression that appeared on his face after he tasted it and the compliment he gave her always made her day. She couldn't be proud of her decision to learn how to prepare coffee from her nanny.

However, a grin so cruel and wicked washed over Lucas' features after taking a sip. He chuckled with mirthless humor, his eyes darkening as he looked up at Reina's love-struck expression. The expression he wanted to see on her face before he shattered her fairytale. He stood up, and...

Slap!!

The loud, piercing sound of a slap echoed through the enormous living room of the Black Mansion. Reina, the receiver of the cruel slap, moved her hand to her burning cheek, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She wasn't expecting that from the man standing in front of her, glaring at her with a bone-chilling gaze as if she were an enemy.

"Lucas...?" Reina murmured as the tears she badly wanted to hold back fell down her face. "Why did you slap me?" she asked. But Lucas only smirked at the woman in front of him with a cold expression on his face. He must hate her more than he thought. He always had a soft spot for crying women; he was the knight in shining armor who came to the damsel in distress's rescue. But not the fragile-looking woman in front of him. Disgusted, he threw the scorching coffee at Reina.

"Ah!" Reina cried, falling to the floor when she tried to avoid it, her hand that got burnt trembling from the excruciating pain.

A loud gasp from the maids present in the living room causes Reina to look around with her wet face. Concerned faces scrunched up with pity and sincere indignation looked back at her. She looked up at the man in front of her. 'What has gotten over Lucas? Why was he hurting her? He is her beloved husband, the man who had been holding onto her gently like she was an egg that would break if mishandled a few minutes ago.'

"Lucas... What is wrong with..." Reina hadn't finished speaking when Lucas kicked her and snarled in a dark, eerie voice, causing goosebumps to erupt over her entire body.

"Whore! You have no f*cking right to mention my name!" He growled.

"What? Lucas, I don't understand. It's me, the love of your life." Reina said, her voice filled with disbelief at how the man who had been her husband for years would address her as a whore when he was her first; she gave him her innocence. Lucas smirked and said,

"For a mafia princess, you sure are naive; I can't believe I spent four freaking years trying to get you to love me, trying to please you and your parents, especially that old jerk dad of yours, always doubting my intentions." Lucas laughed, throwing his head back. He looked back at Reina with a darkened expression and said, "He was right to doubt me; my intentions weren't pure; it was evil, Queeny!" Reina's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. There's only one person who used to call her Queeny back in high school.

"Luca...?" She muttered in disbelief. No, that's impossible; Lucas can't be Luca. She had wanted to find Luca and apologize to him for embarrassing him at prom night and dance with him. She had wanted to give him her first kiss in front of everyone. But she couldn't find him; he just disappeared. How can he be Lucas? Lucas is the son of one of the elite families in Colombia, but Luca was poor; he wore rags to school. Everyone ridicules him because of that. But he summoned his courage and proposed to her.

But her best friend, Bianca, told her she loved Luca and asked her to break up with Luca. She agreed because she honestly didn't feel anything for Luca. She was with him out of pity, but Bianca would love him, she thought back then.

Bianca came up with a plan, but Reina didn't realize it would lead to Luca's embarrassment. She didn't know Bianca and some girls had white paint hanging up the spot where she would ask Luca to stand, according to Bianca's instructions.

"Luca, I'm sorry, is it really you?" Reina asked, but Lucas growled,

"Shut up!" He bent down, gripping her jaw tightly. "Luca was the mockery nickname you rich bullies gave me; my name is Lucas; you don't remember because you preferred Luca the rag boy, right?!" Lucas asked, pushing her; she hit her head. Antonio and Otavio, Reina's bodyguards who had entered the living room just when Lucas pushed Reina, drew out their guns, pointing them at Lucas.

"Bastard! Get your filthy hands off her!" Antonio growled. He never liked Lucas, but Reina loved the jerk. So he even hid the fact the bastard was having an affair with Reina's best friend since he didn't want to hurt her. But for Lucas to hurt her, that would be over his dead body.

"No, Antonio, drop the weapons; this is between us, please..." Reina said with pleading eyes. Antonio opened his mouth when two gunshots from behind silenced him. He dropped to his knees, blood coming out of his mouth.

"Madam... I'm sorry." Antonio managed to say before dropping dead. Otavio, shocked, turned to take down whoever had shot Antonio but was met with a bullet to his forehead. He dropped without a word.

"Nooo!!" Reina shrieked, tears falling down her face as she crawled to her bodyguards lying in the pool of their blood. "Antonio, Octavio, please don't do this to me! You guys are the only family I have left. Wake up; I just returned from my parents' burial; I can't lose you. Please! I want everything to be a nightmare I will wake up from," Reina said, hugging Antonio. She crawled to Otavio, hugging him. However, Reina snapped out of her anguish when a gun's muzzle was pressed to her temple.

Reina turned, her wet, bruised, and bloodied face from hugging Octavio, coming face to face with the man she had her whole life planned with. The man who whispers sweet nothings into her ears whenever they make love-the man who promised to burn the world to ashes if anyone dared to lay a finger on her-was squatting next to her, holding a gun to her head. She looked into Lucas' dead eyes, hoping to see a glimpse of her Lucas, her beloved husband, the love of her life, but sadly...

"I should just blow your fucking brain out..." Lucas trailed off, saying inwardly, 'But her bastard father made it so that he will lose everything he possessed if she is dead or they're divorced.' So from now on, he was going to make her life hell since he couldn't kill or divorce her. But he was going to keep the fact he needed her to have the power he now possessed from her.' That's why he had to kill her meddling bodyguards.

After the accident yesterday, Lucas had an emergency meeting with all the men to test their loyalty. They all pledged their loyalty with their lives to him. Who wouldn't, though? When the only way out was death?

So, Victor, Lucas' all-in-one consigliere and right-hand man, his friend with whom he planned his revenge since prom, was to eliminate Reina's bodyguards, so it would be easy to control her. Now, with no obstacles in his way and he was the Don, there's no need to hide his woman. She had been by his side since then. She sacrificed being close to Reina just to help him get to her.

Now he was going to give her the world, even though he couldn't announce their relationship to the world. His men and maids know better who to treat as the new madam of the house. Lucas snapped out of his thoughts when Reina spoke, her voice sounding irritating to his ears.

"Lucas, you have to trust me; I really had your best interest at heart. Back then, I thought I was..." Reina paused as a thought suddenly crossed her mind. 'If Bianca loved Luca like she claimed, why did she spill paint on him? Did Bianca...?'

"Tell him to stand on stage; I will propose to him there. Remember, don't tell him my plan." Bianca's exact words 10 years ago played in Reina's mind. 'Bianca wanted her to take the blame. Bianca framed her?' At the realization, Reina's eyes shot to Bianca, seated on the sofa. She was so overwhelmed with everything that was happening that she had forgotten Bianca returned with them from the funeral. But the heart-wrenching part was when she met Bianca's eyes; Bianca smirked at her triumphantly, like she had won a trophy made of diamonds.

"Bianca...? You?" Reina murmured with widening eyes, turning to Lucas. She held his knees and said with a trembling voice, "Lucas, you have to believe me; it was Bianca," Reina desperately explained, pointing at Bianca. "She planned everything; you have to believe me." But Lucas pushed her away, standing up.

"Reina, I knew you would try to blame me again, but not this time," Bianca said as she approached them in her sorry excuse of a black dress she had worn to the burial. A sleeveless jumpsuit that ended under her ass. "Reina! I'm sick and tired of taking the fall for your misdeeds in front of your parents, but not anymore. I won't be forced to live in your shadow anymore, you bitch!" Bianca said, delivering a hard slap on Reina's cheek after spewing her lies. "Now that your parents are dead, you didn't think I would let you use me as you pleased, right?!"

"What are you talking about?" Reina asked, her hand moving to her cheek, but she swallowed her next words when Lucas wrapped his hands around Bianca's waist, pulling her to him, and began kissing her hungrily.

Reina looked at the two with hot tears falling down her face. She was in immense pain; it felt like a fist was clenching around her heart; she couldn't remember how to breathe. She clutched her chest as she looked at her husband spanking and squeezing Bianca's ass. How Bianca will pull away from the kiss and moan breathlessly with her head thrown back, Lucas leaving trails of wet kisses and bite marks on her neck and shoulders.

There was no doubt this wasn't the first time. There were days she found lipstick stains on Lucas' shirt and even brief, when he returned from work, giving her a vivid imagination of what might have happened. She told Bianca, and Bianca accused Lucas' secretary. However, when they confronted Lucas' secretary, Reina found out the poor lady was a lesbian. Reina had confronted Lucas, and their arguments always ended with her trying to please Lucas for doubting him. The mystery woman she was searching for was her best friend all along. Lucas, in a husky, longing voice he had never used on Reina, said,

"I need you, mi amor; see how hard and turned on you make me?" Bianca smiled, placing her palm on the huge bulge in Lucas' pants, and began stroking him softly as she held his gaze, sensually bringing out her tongue to moisten her lips.

"Yes, mi amor, but you'll have to be gentle; you don't want to hurt our little one growing inside," Bianca said, looking down at Reina as she rubbed her stomach.

"Fuck!" Lucas grunted, sounding out of breath. Without wasting time, he carried Bianca and turned to leave but stopped and said, "From now on, you will be staying in the maid's quarters; all your things have already been moved; I don't want you anywhere near our floor; we can be very loud; I hate being interrupted when I'm making love to my woman." With that, he turned, heading towards the elevator.

Reina looked around as Lucas's words registered. Her belongings had already been moved. They left the house four hours ago for the funeral, which means Lucas already had everything planned. No wonder when she came down this morning, the maids looked at her hesitantly. 'Did they want to tell her?'

All the maids bow their heads in shame when their once-loving madam, who has been nothing but kind to them, looks at their faces.

Four bodyguards and Victor, Lucas' right hand, approached. The bodyguards carried Antonio and Otavio's lifeless bodies and made their way out.

"You, get up. Get a mop and disinfectant and clean up this mess," Victor instructed Reina. However, when she didn't move, he kicked her and harshly repeated his instructions.

If there was one thing Reina learned growing up, it was stubbornness. She wasn't going to take instructions from a lowlife who thinks he's superior because of her husband.

"I'm not your fucking maid, asshole!" she said. Victor looked down at her with a disgusted, scrunched-up face and asked in an angry voice,

"Repeat what you said, if I don't blow your brain..." Victor hadn't finished speaking when Reina looked up; she held his gaze and snarled, emphasizing each word with venom; she wanted the bastard to know she wasn't scared of him; she was their trump card; there was no way they could kill her; it wouldn't take a genius to know that.

"I SAID I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING MAID! ASSHOLE!" Reina smirked. Victor exploded with rage, his face red; you could literally see smoke coming out of his ears. In a swift move, he pulled his gun under his suit, pointing it at Reina, and growled,

"Bitch!" Victor knew he couldn't kill Reina, but no restrictions were preventing him from teaching her a lesson. He will shoot her in the thigh; it will teach her to not disrespect him ever.

Barbara is the youngest and closest maid to Reina. Since the years she was privileged to work with the Blacks, she knew Reina was stubborn and wouldn't bend to any insignificant person. But Reina's stubbornness might get her killed in this situation; she can't let that happen; she promised the late Don to put down her life for his daughter. She was scared, but not anymore. She quickly ran forward, and just when Victor pulled his gun and aimed it at Reina's thigh, she hugged Reina, her hand circling Reina's neck. Just then, the gun went off.

Lucas walked out of the elevator on the third floor when the sound ripped through the mansion. He walked to the glass railing. Looking down, he saw Reina holding a girl with blood on her back. Anger flared through Lucas at the thought Victor tried to shoot Reina. Only he could hurt her.

"My love, are you okay?" Bianca asked, caressing Lucas' chest. She wanted to distract him; if it was up to her, Victor would kill the bitch. She hates Reina with passion. That's why she became her friend, to slowly destroy her perfect life. But now that she got everything she wished for, she wanted more. She wants Reina dead. At the thought, she looked up at Lucas' face, gently caressing his chest, and muttered inwardly.

'Bastard, if only he knew he was just a chess piece in her game. She would let him do all the dirty work for her. Once everything becomes hers, she will get rid of him.' Bianca snapped out of her thoughts when Reina's angry voice rang throughout the mansion.

"Bastard! I will kill you! I will kill you!" Bianca gasped when she looked down and saw Reina on Victor, punching him in the face. She had almost forgotten Reina was trained and could take down two grown men at once. Lucas put Bianca down and dashed down the stairs.

~

"Reina, stop!" Lucas yelled on reaching the living room, but Reina was like a feral beast on a rampage. He approached her and slapped her to snap her out of her madness. But Reina, with bloodshot eyes, swiftly jumped on Lucas, causing him to fall. She began punching him and yelling like a lunatic.

"It's all your fault; you killed her! You killed her!" Lucas switched their position, wrapping his fingers around Reina's throat, pinning her down when he regained his senses and snarled.

"If you don't want me to kill your nanny and her entire family, you won't try to fight me or any of my men!" Reina calms down at the mention of her nanny.

"You wouldn't dare!" she yelled. But Lucas smirked when he saw the expression on Reina's face. "What have you done to her, you bastard?!" Reina asked, remembering her nanny Cynthia isn't back after going to the countryside to visit her family; she was supposed to be back this morning.

"I won't go into detail, but keep in mind, the more you rebel, your precious nanny would bear the consequences; you don't want to be the reason for the old woman's untimely death, right? Even though she is old, won't you want her to live her remaining life happily with grandchildren?" Reina spit on Lucas's face and hissed,

"I wish I never met you, you son of a bitch!" Lucas' nose flared, consumed by rage. His mother was loving; she gave her life for him; she isn't a fucking bitch. He slapped Reina and said in a chilling voice,

"Bitches like you can't mention my mother! This is your last warning, Queeny; you don't want to awaken the beast in me; be a good girl, and you will be just fine," Lucas said, patting her cheek. Reina looked away, rolling her eyes.

"You two," Lucas pointed to two maids standing in the indoor garden watering the flowers and instructed. "Lock her in her room; don't give her food or drink till I say so." The two maids nodded with a

"Yes, sir," and hurried to Reina's side. Reina, not wanting to make things difficult for the maids, stood up and let them lead her to her room.

~ ○ ~

Reina laughed like a lunatic when she saw her room; it was at the maid's quarters alright, but a storage room, and the maid had done a good job making it look beautiful, though.

"Señora, we tried to make it as comfortable as possible. If it were up to me, I would give you my room, but the boss instructed us to send your belongings to the storage room instead of the spare rooms." Amalia, one of the maids, said with tears in her eyes; the other maid nodded, also having tears in her eyes, and said, squeezing Reina's hand,

"Yes, Señora, don't worry; I will go and sneak you something to eat while Amalia helps you with a soothing bath." Reina smiled weakly and said,

"Muchas gracias." (thank you very much).

~ ☆ ~

Back in the living room, Victor got on his feet and said,

"Thank you, man; your wife is one crazy bitch; she attacked me so swiftly, I wasn't prepared." Lucas, who was looking at Reina's retreating figure, turned to Victor, delivering a blow harder than Reina's on Victor's face.

"You bastard! You have no right to fucking hurt my wife; only I have that right, understood!?" Lucas barked at Victor, who nodded and responded,

"I'm sorry, boss, I didn't mean to lose my cool. I instructed her to clean the mess, but she refused; I wanted to teach her a lesson." At Victor's words, Lucas passed a frustrated hand through his dark blonde locks and punched Victor in the stomach.

"She's not your fucking maid!" Victor groaned, his eyes widening at how Lucas was defending Reina. 'Did Lucas fall for her?' He thought, looking at his best friend's face. He remembers the day Lucas got drenched in white paint. That day, they got paid for a job. But Lucas used his payment to buy a black three-piece suit that was being sold at the thrift store because he wanted to look deserving of Queeny (Reina).

But she humiliated him. He used his share of the money to buy oils and petroleum jelly, which were used to get off the paint. And not to mention the depression that came with being publicly disgraced. 'How can he fall in love with Reina after what she did to him?'

"Lucas, you didn't fall in love..." Victor was asking when Bianca's voice interrupted.

"Mi amor?" Lucas, understanding what Victor was going to ask, sighed and said,

"I'm sorry, buddy. I hope you understand what I mean, but I don't love her; trust me." Victor nodded.

However, as Lucas turned to leave, his gaze fell upon a maid hurrying to the maid's quarters, holding a tray. He intended to ignore her, but recalling Victor's question about his feelings for Reina compelled him to call the maid. He wanted to prove to Victor he felt nothing for Reina.

"Si..i..r," the maid whose body was trembling, making the ceramic plates and cutlery on the tray chatter, said.

"Where are you taking that?" Lucas asked with a dark expression.

"Sir, I was taking food to the madam; she didn't eat before leaving for the funeral..." She was saying when Lucas slapped her, she went on her knees, the tray of food falling and breaking. "I'm sorry, sir, I will never disobey your command," she pleaded, her body trembling violently.

"Of course," Lucas said. Victor and Bianca smiled, anticipating what Lucas would do next. But they frowned when Lucas announced, "All maids are dismissed until called back; if any information about today leaks, I will haunt and kill your entire family!" With that, he walked to Bianca and carried her in his arms, her hands circling his neck as he demanded softly.

"Where were we?"