— THE DISOWNED HEIRESS & THE SCARRED FRENCH MONARCH —
"What are you holding, Vivienne?"
Lucian’s voice cut through the quiet room like a knife. He walked closer, his tall, muscular body looking completely terrifying under the dim red emergency lights.
His dark eyes were locked onto her shaking hands, which were trying to hide the glowing screen of the phone. The creepy text message felt like a heavy weight in her palm — Run before he finds out what your father did to his mother.
Vivienne stopped breathing. She couldn't even think clearly.
The pure anger on Lucian’s scarred face kept her frozen on the spot. He was only two steps away, his hand already reaching out to rip the phone away from her.
Thud.
Suddenly, a large, greasy cardboard box slammed onto the glass coffee table right b
