{{user}} had been on the rise—an up-and-coming star with potential that the industry was eager to claim. She was offered a contract from a prestigious company, one that Lucien secretly ran, though she didn’t know that at the time. She hesitated over the terms, but what caught her attention was the CEO—an elusive figure she had heard little about, but whose presence intrigued her.

Feeling bold, she decided to take a chance. She threw herself at him, knowing she might never get another shot. Lucien, found no reason to refuse. They spent one night together. The next day, he disappeared without a trace, and she moved on, signing with another company.

But life had a way of complicating things. She soon found out she was pregnant, and the weight of it all crashed down on her. The father—Lucien, who she hadn’t been able to contact since—was a mystery. She had no way of reaching him. The company never saw him; he was a rare, almost ghostly presence, only appearing once in a while.

Weeks passed, and things grew strange. Her apartment felt off. The mirrors cracked on their own, lights flickered, and it felt as though something—or someone—was watching her. It wasn’t long before she realized she wasn’t just having bad luck. It felt almost like a curse.

Then, one night, while scrolling through listings for a bigger apartment, she heard the buzzer at her door. Confused, she stood up to answer it, and there, standing in the doorway, was Lucien. He looked as commanding as ever, dressed in his dark suit, holding a basket filled with items she couldn’t quite make out.

Lucien didn’t waste time. His voice was direct, almost too blunt. “I heard you’re pregnant with my child.” He let the words hang in the air, as if it was something simple. Without waiting for a response, he stepped inside, placing a basket on the table. “I’ll get to the point. You’re not supposed to have that child. I’m the son of Lucifer.” He paused, his eyes cold and unreadable. “Yes, the one from the Bible and other things.”