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    “Troublesome,” Lucius muttered, his expression darkening. He pulled a pill from his pocket and strode over to her, shoving it into her mouth. Harlee swallowed it dryly and then slumped weakly against the bed, a bitter sigh escaping her lips.


    “You almost smashed all the chairs. I don’t have the energy to stand.”


    Lucius’s face grew colder, his features frozen with disdain.


    Harlee ignored his growing fury and calmly said, “I’ve got a question.”


    “It’s my turn to ask now, not yours!” His voice was sharp, his attitude aplete 180. The warmth once present in his eyes was gone, reced by an icy, almost cruel demeanor.


    “Is this the surprise you have set up for Nic?” She shot him a side nce, unruffled.


    Lucius’ eyes shed with fury.


    “It’s none of your business! Don’t even think about trying anything funny. If you don’t take the antidote within a day, you can forget about keeping that baby in your belly.”


    His words were a venomous threat, but Harlee only felt a growing wave of disgust.


    “Your love is truly shameless and revolting!” Harlee snapped, her voice dripping with contempt.


    “You’re always professing how you loved Nic, even if she didn’t reciprocate your feelings. But here you are, showing your true colors.”


    Her gaze bored into him, full of scorn.


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    “No wonder she never had any feelings for you. Lucius, you’re unworthy. Absolutely unworthy!” For years, everyone had believed Lucius’ love for Nic was noble—selfless, even. The kind that asked for nothing in return. But Harlee saw it differently now. His love wasn’t pure. It was desperate, suffocating, and full of shame.


    “She had deceived me for years. She hadn’t even respected my feelings!” Lucius’ eyes were bloodshot, the kind of eyes one would expect from a demon risen from the depths of hell. Hatred churned inside him, a seething storm he could no longer contain. The love he had given Nic—now trampled beneath her lies. So, why should he be required to love her unconditionally in return?


    “Had you not forced her with your life, would she have had to go to such lengths?” Harlee snapped, her voice thick with anger.


    Her fragile body, now agitated, couldn’t handle the strain, and she coughed violently several times.


    “What else do you know?” Lucius froze, his eyes wide with disbelief at her knowledge. After all, Nic had died before Harlee even returned to the Sanderson family. But Nic had faked her death once before to trick him. Could it be?


    Without warning, Lucius leaped to his feet, storming toward Harlee with a look of growing desperation. He grabbed her shoulders roughly, shaking her fiercely as he barked, “What else do you know? Where is Nic? She’s not dead, is she? Tell me where she is. Tell her to show herself!”


    Harlee’s body was already fragile, drained of energy, and Lucius’ violent shaking only added to the pressure. Her stomach twisted painfully, and before she could even try to stop it, she vomited up all the oatmeal she’d eaten earlier, the sour mixture sttering right onto Lucius. She had aimed carefully, making sure the messnded exactly on him.


    Lucius froze, his face transforming into a mask of fury, his rage practically radiating off him.


    Harlee couldn’t help but feel a dark satisfaction at the sight. She knew well about Lucius’ extreme aversion to germs—this was no ident. She’d made sure to disgust him as much as possible.


    “Moss, take her upstairs!” Lucius barked, his voice a sharpmand. He stormed toward the door, muttering something to the guard standing outside before walking away without even sparing her another nce.


    Harlee, struggling to steady herself against the bed, clenched her fists tightly. The terror of nearly losing everything still lingered in her chest. She had gambled on Lucius having just a shred of decency left, hoping he wouldn’t let her pay for her defiance by causing her to lose the baby. It seemed she had won the bet.


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