— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —
Vivienne stayed locked inside the dark study room for hours. Just when she thought her mind would snap from the anxiety, the heavy wooden doors swung open.
Lucian walked in. He wasn’t wearing his messy, blood‑stained clothes anymore. Instead, he looked incredibly striking in a midnight‑black tuxedo that made his broad shoulders look even wider. In his large hands, he carried a garment bag and a sleek, velvet jewelry box. He tossed them onto the leather couch.
"Get up and put those on," Lucian commanded, his voice cold and flat.
Vivienne blinked, looking at the clothes. She unzipped the bag and gasped. Inside was a breathtaking, expensive black silk gown. It looked like something a queen would wear. "Where are we going? I thought I w
