Chapter 7The Woman He Feared Most
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Lucian Devereaux had never looked afraid.
Until now.
His hand tightened around the tablet so hard the screen cracked.
“Turn the plane around.”
The pilot’s voice echoed through the cabin.
“Yes, sir.”
I stared at him.
“You’re not denying it.”
Lucian said nothing.
That silence felt louder than screaming.
“Lucian.”
Still nothing.
I stepped closer.
“My father said your mother is the real devil.”
His jaw flexed.
“Sit down.”
I laughed bitterly.
“That’s your response?”
His eyes darkened.
“Arabella—sit down.”
“No.”
The plane suddenly hit turbulence.
I lost my balance.
Lucian caught me instantly.
One arm around my waist.
The other protecting my head from the seat.
The plane stabilized seconds later.
He didn’t let go immediately.
Our faces were inches apart.
My pulse betrayed me.
Again.
I hated it.
“Stop saving me,” I whispered.
His expression hardened.
“That’s not something I can do.”
My breathing slowed.
“What does that mean?”
He released me.
Then poured himself whiskey.
He drank it in one swallow.
That alone told me how serious this was.
Lucian rarely lost control.
“She’s alive.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“My mother.”
I blinked.
“I thought your father—”
“She disappeared eight years ago.”
He looked out the window.
“I made sure everyone believed she was dead.”
My heart pounded.
“Why?”
His eyes turned cold.
“Because dead monsters are easier to control than living ones.”
My stomach twisted.
“What did she do?”
He laughed without humor.
“What didn’t she do?”
Silence.
Then he spoke.
“She sold children.”
I froze.
“She ordered assassinations.”
My hands shook.
“She burned entire families.”
I stopped breathing.
“She murdered anyone who became inconvenient.”
I stared at him in horror.
“And your father?”
“He feared her.”
That shocked me more than anything.
“The most powerful man in your empire feared your mother?”
Lucian nodded once.
“She was smarter.”
A chill ran through me.
“What does she want now?”
His expression darkened.
“You.”
My blood ran cold.
“What?”
“She believes your father hid something with you.”
“I don’t know anything!”
“She won’t care.”
The plane landed roughly.
Lucian stood.
“We have thirty minutes before she finds us.”
My body trembled.
“What do we do?”
His eyes met mine.
“We disappear.”
I laughed in disbelief.
“You kidnapped me into marriage and now we’re running?”
“Yes.”
“This feels insane.”
His expression softened slightly.
“Welcome to my life.”
Before I could respond—
the cabin door burst open.
His head of security stumbled inside.
Bleeding heavily.
“Sir…”
Lucian immediately caught him.
“What happened?”
The guard coughed blood.
“She found us.”
My entire body froze.
“What?”
The guard looked at Lucian in terror.
“She’s here.”
Then gunshots exploded outside the plane.
Lucian pulled me down as bullets shattered the cabin windows.
People screamed.
Blood splattered across the walls.
And then—
a woman’s voice echoed through the runway speakers.
Calm.
Elegant.
Terrifying.
“Lucian…”
My skin turned cold.
“You’ve kept my future daughter-in-law away from me long enough.”
Lucian looked absolutely furious.
And whispered:
“Run.”
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Lucian’s supposedly dead mother attacks their private jet and calls Arabella her “future daughter-in-law,” proving she wants Arabella alive—but for what terrifying purpose?
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