Illegally His!!??

XII

Meera's POV:

Lucian and I were sitting in my room, working on a huge jigsaw puzzle, when that asshole burst into the mansion, barking something in Russian—words I obviously didn't understand. The only part that made any sense to me was that Lucian's name was mentioned.

If that guy ever came home quietly, I swear I'd take a holy dip in the Ganges, because it feels like that will never happen.

Lucian, with his usual cold demeanor, left me with the puzzle and walked out to deal with Xavier. Their voices quickly escalated, growing louder and louder, sparking my curiosity. I tiptoed to the door, peeking through the railing outside to see what was going on.

From my hidden spot, I saw Xavier, still flanked by his men, already arguing heatedly with Lucian. 

Seriously, the guy couldn't even get settled before stirring up trouble.

As the minutes passed, their expressions darkened. I watched Xavier's face harden before he suddenly turned, storming up the staircase toward my room. Panicking, I darted back inside and pretended like I hadn't heard a thing.

"You're coming with me tonight," he said, his voice as icy as ever.

Did he even ask how I was? Of course not.

Shaking slightly, I nodded, trying not to make the situation worse. The moment he left, I pushed the puzzle aside and headed to the bathroom, mentally preparing myself.

Well, the devil's back. Goodbye to my peaceful days. Hang in there, girl.

When I came out, the maids had already laid a dress on the bed. I slipped into the black silk gown, leaving my hair loose. I checked my reflection in the mirror.

Wow. I actually look like a goddess. The gown hugged my curves perfectly—I might even be a little in love with myself right now.

As I made my way downstairs, Lucian was waiting, arms crossed, his expression stern as always. He looked... annoyingly good. The Persian blue suit, his messy hair slicked back, the loose tie hanging around his neck, his biceps straining against the fabric. Everything about him screamed power.

When I reached him, his eyes flickered as he gave me a once-over, checking me out twice before nodding approvingly. Without a word, he guided me to the car.

"Boss will meet you directly at the venue," he said as he helped me into the backseat, then settled into the passenger seat, instructing the driver.

And just like that, off we go. Stay strong, Meera.

Lucian's POV:

Just as Meera and I were finishing the puzzle, I heard Xavier's voice calling out for me. Leaving her midway wasn't something I wanted, but I had no choice.

I left her alone in her room and made my way downstairs to greet Xavier. He was furious—I could sense it the moment I saw him.

Something was definitely off.

I was right. The Italians refused to give in and join forces with us—ungrateful brats. They should've felt honored that Xavier himself approached them. If they only knew his power, they wouldn't have hesitated.

As a result, Xavier decided to turn to the Americans and organized a meeting with them in Raven.

Evening approached, and I waited for Meera. When she finally came downstairs, she looked like an absolute angel.

Damn, she's perfect.

Without wasting time, I guided her to the car and instructed the driver to take us to Raven. The entire ride passed in silence—neither of us spoke. Maybe it was for the best.

As we arrived at Raven, I helped Meera out of the car, and we made our way toward the club. But before we could enter, two men approached, claiming that Xavier had instructed them to stay with Meera while he asked for me.

This was strange. Xavier never did anything without telling me first. I pulled out my phone, trying to contact him, only to realize the entire club was under a network jammer for privacy.

Reluctantly, I nodded and let the men take Meera as I headed toward Xavier. Upon entering the private room, I saw him sitting coldly, scrolling through his phone as he awaited the Americans. When he saw me, his gaze immediately shifted behind me. He stood up and stormed toward me, his tone dangerously low.

"Where is Meera?"

Confused, I replied, "She's with the men you sent for her, boss."

His eyes darkened with worry and confusion. In a cold, sharp voice, he growled,  "What men? I didn't send anyone for Meera."

It hit us both then—Meera was in danger.