Chapter 312. The Truth

Lucien

He clenched and unclenched his giant fists, fighting the urge to punch Schwartz and tear his woman out of his best friend’s arms.

She was wearing a smocked yellow dress designed with rosebuds and looked achingly young in it. Simple and so very desirable, he thought, his eyes devouring her, the familiar longing spreading through him. But she took one look at him, her eyes blazing, the coffee-coloured eyes now smoky with pain and he knew he had lost her.

“Woman,’ he said gruffly, advancing.

“We need to talk.’

She moved away, out of Schwartz’s protective embrace and stiffened her shoulders.

‘There is nothing to say,’ she said, her voice flat. She turned her back to the room but he could see that she was shaking with emotion.

Being with this woman, having her in his life, had brought happiness to his otherwise hollow life; he had become a tycoon and a crime lord, taking women mindlessly, uncaring of the damage he left beh