Threads of Fate (Lucifer Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17: Betrayal, Kidnapping, and Heartbreak

Lucifer was sitting in his lavish penthouse, reliving the moments from the night at the luxurious hotel with Maya. Her laughter, her sparkling eyes, and her warmth lingered in his mind like a sweet melody. But the calm was shattered when his phone buzzed incessantly. A private investigator hired by his father had sent a report—complete with photographs—claiming that Maya had stolen a $50,000 antique silver spoon from the family dinner and funded a vacation with her ex-boyfriend.

Lucifer stared at the report in disbelief. His heart raced as he scrolled through the fabricated evidence. Pictures of Maya with another man, supposedly her ex, flashed before his eyes. The details were enough to make his blood boil, but his heart clung to denial. "This isn't her," he muttered. "She wouldn't do this."

Meanwhile, Maya sat trembling in a damp, pitch-dark cell. Her wrists were bruised from the ropes that bound her, and her clothes were tattered from being dragged into the unknown. The air was thick with the stench of decay. The faint rustling of rats and the cold hiss of snakes slithering nearby made her pulse pound. Fear gripped her, but anger burned brighter. She knew Lucifer's father was behind this, but the question loomed: Why?

The sound of heavy boots echoed in the corridor. The cell door creaked open, and a man dressed in black threw a loaf of stale bread at her.

"You'll stay here until you learn your lesson," the man growled before locking the door again.

Maya gritted her teeth, trying to remain calm. Her thoughts flickered to Lucifer. Did he know what had happened? Did he believe the lies his father had spun?

Lucifer couldn't sleep. The images haunted him—Maya laughing with another man, the supposed theft, and the hollow realization that she might have used him. But why? He poured himself another glass of whiskey, trying to drown the memories that now felt tainted. His phone buzzed again.

"Lucifer, I told you," his father's voice rang through. "That girl was never good for you. She's just another gold digger. You're too blinded by your feelings to see it."

Lucifer clenched his jaw. "Feelings? What do you know about feelings? You've turned everything into a transaction."

"Open your eyes, son," his father snapped. "She's with her ex, laughing at you while you sit here like a fool."

Lucifer hung up, rage and sorrow tearing at his chest. His father's words were like daggers, and the weight of the accusations crushed him. He flipped through his gallery, stopping at a picture of Maya, smiling and carefree. The warmth of her memory clashed violently with the betrayal he was being fed.

The nights in the cell stretched endlessly for Maya. The rats had begun nibbling at her discarded bread, and the snakes slithered uncomfortably close, their eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight that seeped through a tiny window. She clutched a small pendant she always wore, whispering prayers and cursing her captor in equal measure.

"This isn't over," she whispered to herself. "Lucifer will find me." But even her resolve faltered in the oppressive darkness. Does he even know? And if he does, will he believe me?

Days turned into weeks, and Lucifer spiralled further into despair. He stopped attending college, and his once lively home turned into a hollow echo of his grief. His friends, concerned, tried to reach out, but he pushed them away. His dreams were haunted by memories of Maya—their laughter, their passionate moments, and the way her eyes sparkled when she teased him.

But alongside those memories came the fabricated images of betrayal. He began to question everything. Could Maya really have been playing him all along? The thought made him sick.

One evening, his best friend, Ethan, forced his way into the penthouse.

"You need to snap out of this, man!" Ethan yelled, shaking Lucifer by the shoulders.

Lucifer pushed him away. "You don't understand," he growled. "She... she lied to me. She used me."

Ethan frowned. "And you believe that crap your dad fed you? Lucifer, you're smarter than this. What does your gut tell you?"

Lucifer hesitated, his eyes filled with anguish. "I don't know anymore," he whispered.

Ethan sighed. "Look, I don't know Maya well, but I saw the way she looked at you. That's not the look of someone who's faking it. Find out the truth before you drown in your misery."

Maya's condition worsened in the cell. Days of malnutrition and the psychological toll of her confinement began to show. Her voice was hoarse from screaming for help, and her once vibrant spirit dimmed. But one night, as she leaned against the damp wall, she closed her eyes and pictured Lucifer. His touch, his voice, his laughter.

"Don't give up," she told herself. "You're stronger than this."

Little did she know, her hope was the only thing keeping her alive.

Lucifer couldn't take it anymore. Ethan's words lingered in his mind. Deep down, he knew Maya wasn't capable of what she was accused of. He hired his own investigator to dig deeper, bypassing his father's influence. The report he received left him cold.

The spoon wasn't missing. It was still in his family's vault, untouched. The photos of Maya with her "ex" were old, taken years before she even met Lucifer. It was all a setup.

Rage boiled in his veins as he pieced everything together. His father's attempt to sabotage his happiness was unforgivable.

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