I woke up not in the private suite at the club… and definitely not in my room.
The sheets beneath me were silk, ivory in color, smooth and far too luxurious. I sat up, wincing slightly—my body sore, marked, owned. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way, a reminder of what happened the night before. But that thought was interrupted by a much bigger question.
Where the hell was I?
I slipped out of bed, dragging one of the robes folded neatly on a nearby armchair across my skin, and padded barefoot across the marble floor. The room was massive—high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows veiled in gauzy curtains, and walls adorned with black-and-gold artwork that screamed wealth… and power.
The air smelled of oud and spice. Masculine. Familiar. Dangerous.
I stepped out into the hallway and was instantly swallowed by more grandeur—hallways that stretched endlessly, with dark wood flooring and towering archways. There was a piano resting in one corner of the foyer, and a crystal chandelier that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.
This place… it was a fortress.
A whole damn palace.
And then it hit me.
I knew this interior. The modern gothic touches, the cold elegance, the subtle hints of cruelty and class…
Lukas.
I was in his house.
But not the apartment I'd visited before. No. This—this was the core of him. The real him. The side of him he didn't show the world.
My stomach twisted—not from fear, but from anticipation.
What was I doing here?
Why had he brought me here, of all places?
And most importantly… what came next?
My body was aching with every step I took—hips sore, thighs trembling, lips bruised. But the pain was nothing compared to what came next.
Out of nowhere, a sharp, blinding pain exploded behind my eyes.
A migraine.
No… something worse.
I staggered against the wall, my breathing uneven, chest heaving as the world tilted. My vision blurred. My hands trembled. I gripped the edge of a nearby table for support, but my knees were already buckling.
And then—A flash.
A woman.
A lady dressed in black, her face hidden behind a veil of shadows, her nails digging into my throat.She was choking me.
Not now—but in my mind.In my memory.
I gasped for air, but the image wouldn't go away. Her eyes, soulless and cold. Her voice, a whisper in my ear.
"Your blood is cursed. It's what they all want."
I collapsed to the floor, clutching my head, the pounding so loud it drowned out the silence of the mansion.
My blood.
There was blood on her hands.My blood.
Was it a nightmare? A flashback? A vision?Or a forgotten piece of my past clawing its way back to the surface?
I didn't know.But one thing was clear—This wasn't just about Lukas anymore.Something darker… deeper… was coming for me.
And I was running out of time.
I somehow managed to get up, every limb screaming in protest, and stumbled downstairs. My vision was still hazy, the migraine lingering like a ghost in the corners of my mind. I was searching for water—or air—or sanity—when I turned the wrong corner.
And ended up in front of a basement door.
It was slightly ajar.Dim light flickering beneath.Curiosity—or fate—pulled me in.
I stepped inside.
The air was colder. Heavy.The scent of blood, sweat, and metal slammed into my senses.
And then I saw it.Her.
The same woman from my vision.Tied to a chair.
Her body was limp, bruises painting her pale skin like a twisted canvas of agony. Dried blood clung to the corners of her mouth. Her head hung low, strands of hair covering her face, but I knew it was her.I'd seen her.
In my mind. In my memories.In my nightmares.
A shiver raced down my spine. My blood ran cold.
What the hell was she doing here?Why was she here?
And more importantly…Who brought her here?
Before I could move or speak, her head snapped up—her eyes locking onto mine.
Dead. Empty.But a small smirk curled her lips.
"He brought me here… for you."
My heart stopped.Everything around me spun.
Lukas.
I stumbled back, clutching the wall for support as the memories hit me like stones—sharp, cold, and cruel.But they were all blurred.Faces, voices, flashes of blood, screaming, the smell of fire and metal—her voice.
"Run, little dove."
A woman's whisper echoed in my mind, twisted and haunting.
My breath caught in my throat. My knees buckled slightly.The room spun. Her face—now clear—then fading again like mist in a storm.
Why did I feel like I knew her?Not just from the vision. Not just from this room.But from before.From something older than my pain. Older than Lukas.Older than me.
My hand reached for the doorframe as my pulse thudded wildly.My blood rushed in my ears like a crashing tide.
I tried to speak—tried to ask her why—but the words wouldn't come.My throat was too tight. My body too sore. My mind too fractured.
And then her eyes locked onto mine again—and this time, they were not empty.
They were full of rage.Full of knowing.Full of something I wasn't ready to remember.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she rasped.
"But I remember every scream you caused."
I felt tears building up in my eyes.My chest was heaving, my legs trembling.I couldn't move—I couldn't speak.I didn't know if it was fear, guilt, or something worse.
Then—a cold rush of air.Heavy footsteps.
Lukas.
He entered like a shadow—calm but dangerous.All-black, jaw clenched, eyes dark and unreadable.But the moment his gaze landed on me—it changed.His entire body tensed.
He was beside me in two long strides.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, voice low, controlled…too controlled.
I couldn't answer. My throat felt raw.Instead, I turned slightly, just enough for him to see her—bruised. Tied. Staring.
The silence that followed was deafening.Lukas's eyes locked onto the woman,and something passed over his face—a flicker of recognition… or was it something deeper?
"You weren't supposed to see this," he muttered.
My breath caught.
"Lukas… who is she?""Why is she—why is she saying she remembers me?"
He didn't answer immediately.Instead, he stepped forward and pulled me behind him like I was fragile—a glass doll about to shatter.
"She's a threat. That's all you need to know."
"Don't lie to me," I snapped, voice trembling.
He turned to me slowly. His eyes were darker now.Possessive. Torn.But not surprised.
"You want the truth, princess?" he whispered, voice like smoke.
"She's from your past. The one you begged your mind to forget."
My knees buckled,the weight of the truth crashing over me like a tidal wave.The ache in my head turned brutal—sharp, stabbing, unbearable.
Flashes. Screams. Chains.The smell of blood.Her voice—sharp and cold—echoed in my mind.
"You're bad luck.""Your mother died because of you.""You should've never been born."
My breath hitched.She wasn't just anyone.
She was my nanny.
The one I used to trust.The one who was supposed to care for me.And yet—she was the shadow behind every nightmare.She used to make me clean until my hands bled.Lock me in the dark.Starve me.Beat me.Once…Once she tried to smother me with a pillow while I slept.
And no one knew.Because I never remembered.Until now.
The room spun.My vision blurred.
"Lukas…" I whispered, reaching for him blindly.
But I never felt him catch me.The ground slipped from beneath me.And everything went black.
ChatGPT said:
Here's a heartfelt and emotional continuation from Adelina's POV, capturing the aftermath of everything she just remembered:
I woke up slowly, my body aching, my throat dry.
The room was dimly lit, the soft warmth of the sheets tucked around me like a cocoon. My heart pounded—confused and heavy. And then I saw him.
Lukas.
He sat beside me on the edge of the bed, head bowed, his shoulders tense—like he'd been holding the world up all night. His hand was still wrapped around mine, the grip loose but there, as if he didn't want to let go even in sleep.
My lips trembled, and I barely whispered,
"Lukas…"
His head jerked up instantly.His eyes locked with mine.
And in that moment, I saw every emotion flash through him—fear, relief, anger, guilt… love.
"Doll…" he breathed, voice rough, like it hadn't been used in hours.
Tears welled up in my eyes.I tried to sit up, but pain surged through me and I winced.
In a second, his hands were on my shoulders, easing me back gently.
"No, no—don't move," he said softly. "You passed out… You scared the hell out of me."
Tears spilled down my cheeks, quiet sobs shaking my chest.He leaned forward, his forehead pressing to mine.
"I remember her," I whispered, broken."She… she used to hurt me. She said I was cursed… that my mom died because of me…"
His jaw clenched. I felt the rage vibrating in him, restrained only by his need to stay beside me.
"She was a monster," he said darkly. "And she'll never touch you again. I swear it."
His thumb brushed away my tears, and for once, I let myself fall apart in his arms—because in this cruel world, Lukas was the only place I felt safe.