Marked by Lucian

My live is hell

I went to my room and started crying. Why… why me? In that moment, I felt like I didn’t want to exist anymore. The room didn’t even feel like mine anymore. Whatever affection I once had for him—gone. I did like him, but now everything was different.

I picked up my phone, and messages from random strangers started flooding in. Disgusting comments. Assumptions. Mockery. My heart sank.

Then a message came with a link.

I tapped it, and a video began to load.

It was me and him. From last night. Recorded without my knowledge. My face drained of color. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt sick, ashamed, exposed. Even if it looked like I was willing—now all I felt was horror and betrayal.

I grabbed my things and headed for the door. I wanted to leave the house, but I felt eyes on me. I turned around.

It was him.

“Where did you think you were going?”

“You ruined my life,” I whispered. “The video you posted… I saw it.”

A small smile appeared on his face.

“You wanted it. You could’ve said no.”

I couldn’t believe he said that. I never thought he would use me like this.

His voice turned cold:

“Go back to your room if you want to stay alive.”

I returned to my room with my head down. I lay on the bed, shaking.

Then my phone rang.

Andrei.

I answered but said nothing.

His furious voice exploded through the speaker:

“What the hell is that video?!”

I stayed silent.

“Answer me!” he shouted.

Crying, I whispered, “I don’t know…”

Lucian’s words echoed in my mind: When it hurts—stay silent.

“Are you out of your mind?” Andrei roared. “You let him pull you into this? My enemy?”

“I’m sorry…” I managed to say.

He yelled again, voice full of disbelief and rage:

“You have no idea what you’ve just started!”

Before he could say anything more, I hung up and turned off my phone.