Chapter 7
Selene’s POV
After what felt like hours, Harold suddenly received a call from the hospital.
After listening, his face turned grim as he hesitantly approached Lucien:
“Mr. Castellan, Miss Arceline is having a complete breakdown at the hospital. They can’t control her anymore and need you there immediately.”
Lucien looked up, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury: “What the fuck is wrong with her now?
Haven’t I bent over backwards for that woman?”
Lucien hurled the lamp against the wall, shattering it, and stormed toward the door like a man
possessed.
As soon as he reached the hospital room, he could hear Lorelei’s unhinged screaming:
“That fucking cunt Selene! What the hell makes her so goddamn special? She’s just some dirt–poor landscape whore–how dare she think she can compete with me? Why the fuck is Lucien protecting that piece of trash?”
“I’ve been torturing that pathetic slut for months and Lucien never gave a shit! Why is he suddenly growing a conscience? Why? Does that worthless bitch actually think she can steal my man? She’s nothing but my cheap knockoff!”
Lucien watched Lorelei’s psychotic meltdown through the door, and for the first time, he felt like he was looking at a complete stranger–a monster he’d created.
Before, Lorelei had been his precious lost love, so every tantrum seemed charming, every cruel word felt justified.
But that “charm” had destroyed me, broken me, driven me away forever. Now, watching her foam at the mouth like a rabid animal, Lucien felt nothing but disgust.
He burst through the door and grabbed Lorelei’s wrist so hard she yelped: “Lorelei, what the fuck is wrong with you? This is a hospital, not your personal psycho ward!”
Lorelei’s face was contorted with pure hatred, but when she saw Lucien, she instantly switched to
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her fake victim act, throwing herself at him:
“Lucien! Thank God you’re here! I thought you were going to abandon me for that diseased whore.”
Lucien shoved her away so hard she stumbled: “Shut your fucking mouth. Lorelei, do you have any
idea how disgusting you sound?”
Seeing Lucien immediately attack her, Lorelei’s mask slipped completely: “Lucien, you’re still defending that cum–dumpster! I’m your fiancée! How dare you choose some used–up slut over me? Fine! I’ll break off our engagement right now and disappear from your life forever!”
Lorelei threw down her ultimatum, absolutely certain Lucien would grovel and beg her to stay.
But Lucien’s response shattered her world: “Perfect. I was coming here to end this engagement anyway. We’re done, Lorelei. I never want to see your face again.”
Lorelei stared at him like he’d physically struck her: “Lucien! Are you completely insane? How could you possibly want to throw me away? We fought so hard to be together! How can you just… how can you destroy everything we have?”
Lucien’s voice was colder than winter: “Because I finally realized what I felt for you died years ago. I was just holding onto some pathetic fantasy. Now there’s someone else who matters–someone I actually love–and I’m not going to waste another second pretending you mean anything to me.”
“You’re obsessed with that cock–sucking bitch Selene, aren’t you?!” Lorelei screamed, spit flying from her mouth.
That was the final straw. Lucien’s hand cracked across Lorelei’s face so hard she hit the wall: “Say one more word about her and I’ll tear your fucking throat out!”
Lorelei clutched her bleeding lip and laughed like the unhinged psychopath she was: “Truth hurts, doesn’t it? Selene is a dirty whore who sells her pussy for money! She’s a worthless piece of garbage who got gang–banged by strangers! What makes that diseased slut worthy of your love? You think I don’t know you only kept her around because she’s my cheap imitation?”
Something inside Lucien snapped completely. He grabbed Lorelei by the throat and slammed her against the wall, his voice deadly quiet: “You want to know what pain feels like? You’re going to experience every single thing you put Selene through, but ten times worse.”
He threw her to the ground like garbage and turned to his bodyguards: “Everything this bitch did to Selene–every burn, every cut, every humiliation–I want it done to her. Make her suffer until she begs for death.”
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The bodyguards nodded grimly. Lucien walked out as Lorelei’s screams of terror echoed behind him, and for the first time in months, he felt something like satisfaction.
When Lucien returned home, he locked himself in his room and didn’t come out.
He drowned himself in alcohol, trying to numb the agony eating him alive. His stomach was already damaged, and the constant drinking sent him spiraling into self–destruction.
Days blurred together in a haze of whiskey and regret until his ulcer finally burst, and he collapsed in a pool of his own blood.
Harold found him barely breathing, more dead than alive.
After hours of emergency surgery to save his worthless life, the first words that came out of Lucien’s mouth were: “I can’t live like this anymore. I have to find Selene. I have to bring her home.”
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