In the heart of Paris, a rebellious billionaire playboy and a fiery Indian girl collide, igniting a love story fraught with passion, secrets, and supernatural revelations. From steamy rooftop proposals to haunted cemeteries, their journey is anythin...
Lucifer stood at the edge of the balcony of his family's sprawling estate in Nice, France, the Mediterranean breeze teasing his jet-black hair. The sun dipped lazily over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the estate's massive gardens. A party was in full swing below—guests mingled around the Olympic-sized pool where fountains danced to soft classical music. Servants, scantily clad in designer swimsuits, moved effortlessly, carrying trays of champagne, hors d'oeuvres, and Cuban cigars. The air smelled of roses, the sea, and faint traces of expensive cologne.
Lucifer lit a cigar and leaned on the ornate railing, the marble cool beneath his fingertips. The estate, a castle-like mansion, was built centuries ago but renovated with ultra-modern touches. Intricate stone carvings adorned the exterior walls, while sleek glass panels reflected the azure skies. Gargoyle statues perched on the edges of the roof, peering down like watchful guardians.
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Inside, the mansion was a museum of decadence. The long dining hall boasted a mahogany table that could seat 50. Massive chandeliers made of Bohemian crystal hung from the vaulted ceiling, scattering light across walls lined with expensive paintings—originals by Picasso, Monet, and a few lesser-known masterpieces acquired through connections as shady as the people at the party.
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The centrepiece of this grandeur was Lucifer himself. At 19, he exuded confidence far beyond his years. His tailored black shirt hugged his lean yet muscular frame, and his custom Italian leather shoes glinted in the light. His emerald-green eyes—sharp and mischievous—scanned the party below with a mix of amusement and detachment.
Lucifer's father, Henri St. Clair, had built an empire out of the shadows. Officially, the St. Clair family dealt in luxury real estate and high-end hospitality, owning castle-like properties in islands off the U.S. coast. Unofficially, they were deeply entrenched in the underworld—arms trading, black-market art, and connections with mafia families spanning continents.
