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*Piion's pov*

We've returned home after being interrogated by the police for several hours. Currently, police officers are distributing wanted posters throughout the region. I am sitting on the scarlet velvet couch with Lucy stretched out, her head on my lap. As I brushed my fingers through her magnificent curly black locks, she fell asleep. I can't fathom what my Lucillia is feeling right now. All I want to do is protect her. All I want is for her to be happy. She makes me so happy, especially when she smiles or laughs. Her eyes sparkle, and the sound of her laugh is enchanting. She's always been there for me, through all of my ups and downs. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have her in my life. I'm the only man left in her life, now that her father is dead. It is my responsibility to protect her. She is the woman who appeared in my dreams. Every time I think about her, no— she's constantly in my head, and every time, I am reminded that she is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. She is the woman with whom I will keep my vows. I want to spend my life with her. We'll have little mini hers and mini mes running around our house and out into our big backyard, where we'll chase them around, and a white horse named Astor. She's always wanted a white horse.

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I went home to change from yesterday's clothes. Lucy insisted that I go home and take a shower. At least now I can pack some of my clothes, so I can stay with her for the meantime. I got out of my car, a beautiful Lamborghini Aventador in blue sideris. I pushed open the huge double doors of our manor. The whole place was unlit. Maybe no one was home? That's weird. Normally there would still be servants left in the house, busy cleaning and keeping the place in order. I heard voices coming from the living room. My parents sat on the leather sofa, hunched over, speaking in hushed tones.

"What are we going to do? All our money is gone."

I marched into the room. "What do you mean it's gone?"

"Oh, Piion, you're home." My mom said,

I headed over to them and crouched over to plant kisses on their cheeks.

"Oh, Piion, you don't need to concern yourself with these matters." My dad says. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Like I always do."

"But what if you don't, papa?" I ask. "Tell me what happened."

Dad sighed. "I invested into something big, something so promising, but it was all just a scam. I and everyone else who got scammed are all working together to catch the man and get our money's back. The police and lawyers have already been involved."

"But you couldn't have invested that much money." I said.

Dad sighed again. "The business was already struggling, hence why I fell for that scam in the first place. Our business is dying. But don't worry, I will fix all of this."

With the state this house is in; no lights and no aircon meaning they're saving on the electricity bill. Sigh. What can I do?

"Oh, Piion, we heard about Lucillia. How is she doing?" Mom asked.

"She's grieving, but she'll be okay. She's a strong woman." I replied.

"Send her our condolences. We'll be attending Moenin's wake. I'll make sure to bring that delicious apple pie that she's always loved." Mom said.

"That would be great, mom, thank you." I smiled.

I went to my room. I looked into the mirror and a man in a suit from yesterday stared back at me. I ran my fingers through my hair and dragged my hands on my face. I took a quick shower, then changed into some sweats. I packed my bags, bid my parents' goodbye, and headed out of the house.