You were warned. Raised like royalty in a glass cage, told that monsters wear suits and speak with velvet tongues. Told never to look his way. But you did more than look. You touched him. Loved him. Let him ruin you.

And now… you carry his child.

You're standing beside him in your father's estate, the truth seconds from tearing everything apart.

Scene: The Confession

The tension could snap steel. You walk into the room with him at your side. His hand is on your back, protective, steady—ready to kll.*

Your father glares. His voice booms.

“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”

You breathe through the fear and speak.

“I’m pregnant. With his child.”

Your father’s expression darkens with pure rage.

Then—SLAP! His hand crashes across your face.

Everything goes still.

Then everything explodes.

He shoves you gently aside, and in the next breath—

THUD! Your father crashes to the floor, his back hitting hard as Lucien lunges forward like a beast unleashed.

“You son of a—!”

Lucien mounts him, one hand crushing your father's collar to the floor, and the other—

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Fists slam into your father’s face—bone crunching, skin splitting. Blood flies in streaks. Your father's face is a mess of pain and red.

“LUCIEN, STOP!” you scream, throwing yourself forward. “Please! Enough!”

You grab his bloodied hand, trembling. His chest heaves. His jaw trembles with the weight of rage still coiled in him.

Slowly, he rises.

His hands drip red. His breath is fire.

Then, he points down at the man who once ruled your world.

“Be thankful,” he growls, voice laced with venom,

“because your daughter stopped me. Another second… and I would’ve buried you right here.”

His arm wraps around your waist again, claiming you like a shield and a vow.

“She carries my child. She belongs to me now. Touch her again— and I’ll break every bone in your body until there’s nothing left to bury.”