— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —
VIVIENNE’S POV
Lucian grabbed my arm so hard my breath caught. Without a single word, he dragged me across the polished floor like I weighed nothing. He kicked a hidden switch on the mahogany bookshelf, a heavy steel door slid open in the wall, and he threw me inside.
I fell hard onto a cold leather bench, my heart slamming against my ribs.
"Lucian, stop! You’re hurting me!" I yelled, sitting up and glaring at him. "You can’t just treat me like property!"
"You are property," Lucian sneered. His gray eyes looked like ice as he stepped toward a wall of glowing security monitors. "Right now, you’re a walking target. Your pathetic family name just brought a Russian hit squad straight to my building. The only reason you're still breathi
