The café was alive with activity—pairs engaged in conversation over hot cups of coffee, students focused on their laptops, and the soft clattering of dishes resonating in the background. A cozy table by the window was set aside for Lucas and Isabella. Strategically placed in sight of passersby, it was evident that this was more than a mere outing. It was an act.Lucas fiddled with the hem of his sleeve, looking around anxiously. “This is… comfortable,” he mumbled, his tone laced with irony.Isabella, positioned opposite him, didn’t even take the effort to glance up from her phone. "Simply remain seated and be quiet." Grin occasionally when you are able to do so. "That's all you need to do."“Whoa,” Lucas exclaimed, reclining in his seat. "You’re doing an excellent job promoting this loving fiancée concept." "Perhaps you should temper your excitement before others assume you genuinely care for me."She finally looked up, her expression as sharp as a knife. “I don’t have to ‘sell’ anyth

The chapel felt chilly. Not in heat, but in ambiance. The walls, embellished with intricate carvings and golden icons, failed to hide the clinical, professional tension that lingered in the atmosphere. The space hosted a small group of meticulously chosen attendees—men in fitted suits and women in high-end gowns, all observing with reactions that varied from slight curiosity to barely concealed amusement. There was no happiness present, no festivities. This was not a wedding. It was a deal.Lucas stood rigidly at the altar, his hands joined before him. He tightened his tie for the third time, the knot abruptly seeming too constrictive around his neck. He shifted a bit to the side, making eye contact with one of Silas's men positioned by the door. The man remained still, showing no reaction. Simply gazed back with the empty professionalism of a person who had witnessed too much. Lucas whispered softly to himself, “This is absurd.” “Lower your voice,” Silas whispered from behind him.

Lucas sprang up, a chill sweat adhering to his skin. His heart pounded as the striking visions of his nightmare—if it could truly be termed that—remained in his thoughts. It felt incredibly real, so intense, as though he was genuinely present, witnessing the turmoil up close.He sat up in bed, gliding a shaking hand through his hair. "What on earth was that?" The grandfather clock in the corner struck the late hour, its deep tone piercing the quiet. Lucas surveyed the dimly lit room, the moonlight's shadows appearing almost threatening in their known presence. "Only a dream," he whispered, attempting to soothe his frayed nerves. "It was merely a dream." Yet, even as he spoke those words, he realized they were not accurate. That was not a typical dream. It was a vision—a frightening look at the future, similar to the ones he had seen following the accident. Lucas tossed his legs off the edge of the bed, his thoughts racing. In his dream, he witnessed the Moretti estate being assaul

The shadows created by the flickering candles swayed across the walls of Isabella's room, generating a haunting, nearly menacing ambiance. Lucas remained in the middle of the opulent area, his heart racing, his thoughts swirling from the sight he had just witnessed."Silas is going to die," he said again, the phrase feeling strange on his tongue. "I witnessed it, Isabella." "An individual is about to murder him." Isabella's stare was steady, her face inscrutable. "Are you certain regarding that?" Lucas nodded, his hands balling into fists beside him. Affirmative. I witnessed it occur, obvious as daylight. "He was fired upon, directly in the back." Isabella released a gentle sigh, her gaze falling to the ground. "Next, we must determine how to halt it." Lucas blinked, taken aback by her response. "Hold on, you trust me?" "Just like this?" Isabella locked eyes with him, a sardonic grin lingering at the edge of her mouth. "I have come to trust your visions, Lucas." "I wish I could d

The estate bustled with energy, guards hurrying to take their places as Silas Moretti's voice echoed commands. Lucas lingered in the darkness, his heart racing in his chest as he attempted to comprehend the turmoil happening around him. "Victor Halloran," he murmured quietly, the name leaving a sour flavor in his mouth. "Who on earth is that?" He didn't have the time to contemplate it, however. With the distant echoes of gunfire ringing out, he realized he had to locate Isabella. She held the crucial information about what was occurring, and if she faced threats, he couldn't merely remain passive. Gathering his courage, Lucas navigated the twisting hallways, hiding behind turns and sticking to the darkness. At last, he arrived at Isabella's room, with the door slightly open. "Isabella?" he shouted, his tone quiet. "Are you inside?" A brief moment of silence passed, then the door opened, revealing Isabella's face, her expression showing both concern and relief. "Lucas!" she whisp