NTR SAGAS

"I…I am sorry. I don't know what you mean." Celia didn't know why Bai Ling was coming onto her like this and obsessed about her childhood friend.

She was ready to endure whatever he wanted to do to her body but the last thing she wanted was to get reminded of a name she had tried hard to forget.

But with Bai Ling outright asking her if she wronged her childhood friend made her remember not only the name Lucas but also the face Lucas made when he saw her with her servant…the night where she had her heart broken.

She knows she wronged Lucas first but she sacrificed herself for his sake and he didn't even feel sorry for her but abandoned her.

Remembering all this made her eyes cold for a brief moment as she said. "No…He was the one who truly wronged me. I sacrificed so much to protect him who was so weak and yet in the end…he ran away like a coward."

Celia's fists clenched as she once again felt the anger and pain of the scars on her heart.

"He ran away?" Lucas mumbled with one of his eyebrows raised and suddenly squeezed her breasts as he asked. "Did he run away because he found out you were whoring out your body like now?"

Celia's eyes widened, shocked and unable to understand how he was talking as if he knew what happened.

"Or was it when he saw your servant eating your pussy?" Lucas asked as he pinched her sensitive clitoris, eliciting a sharp gasp and an arch of her back. 

Her mind reeling with the realization that Bai Ling somehow knew what Lucas had seen that night. How could he have possibly known?

She never told anyone and she had also made Jiang kill that wretched servant right after she got married.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing to make sense of this revelation. How could this be? How could he know such a private, intimate detail about her life?

"You…Who are you…" Celia asked with her teeth biting down on her lip as his finger pinched her clit harder, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her body.

Lucas stopped pinching her clit as he cradled her cheek and pulled her face closer to his, his hot breath tickling her skin, "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to? That pregnant whore figured it out pretty quick. So I am disappointed to see you putting up such an innocent act. At least she was forward."

"L-Lucas?" Celia mumbled as a shiver of fear and dread creased down her spine, chilling her to the core.

Lucas' lips curved as his piercing gaze penetrated her soul, "Why do you look like you are looking at a ghost?" 

Celia's lips quivered as she unconsciously shifted her body, trying to get away from him, her face brimming with horror.

But before she could, he grabbed her trembling hand and placed it against his chest, "I am very alive, more than I ever was. You can feel my heartbeat right? Surprised to feel it after killing it that night? To tell you the truth, even I was shocked."

"No…no…it can't be possible. Lucas died. You can't be him." Celia mumbled, her voice breaking and feeble while her heart was racing and thrashing against her chest.

She couldn't relate that weak boy she knew with this manly and powerful man. Both seemed like 2 entirely different people.

But when she looked into his deep inky black pool-like eyes, it seemed as if she was looking into Lucas' eyes.

Lucas let out a disappointed sigh as his grip on her hand tightened. "It seems like you two finally have something else in common. Feeling shocked that I am alive after everything you two did to me. Or maybe I can't blame you two for feeling shocked since the old weak Lucas could have never survived after that night."

Celia kept trying to free her hand from his grip but in vain while each of his words were stabbing into her heart. 

She couldn't believe she was really looking at Lucas. She wondered if Yiman lied about finding his body.

But if he was alive why didn't he show up for 18 years? Why did he come back now?

What was he planning to do and how did he get so powerful and even won the empress' favor?

Just what did he do in these last 18 years?

But remembering that night where she fell to her knees and begged him to come back, made her eyes watery as she said with gritted teeth, her voice heavy, "You weren't the only one whose heart was broken. Y-You broke mine when you left me all alone when I…I needed you the most."

She now realised why Lucas married Olivia. It was to purposefully hurt Xulan which would hurt her as well. This realisation made her even more angry at Lucas, "You…You should have died that night. I hate you…more than even Jiang."

In a startling display of dominance, Lucas' grin never wavered as he reached for Celia's nape, forcing her onto the plush leather sofa.

Her gaze inadvertently landed on her son who was oblivious to the tension in the air, sitting just a few feet away, lost in deep meditation. His young, innocent face, usually a source of solace, now a weapon in Lucas's twisted game. 

Lucas chuckled, the sound devoid of any trace of mirth. "Oh, Celia," he whispered, his breath hot on her neck, "you're so amusing. Whores like you, pretending to be the victim." His grip tightened, and she winced in pain. "Tell me, do you think our dear Xulan would believe your version of events? I wonder what he'd think of his kind and sweet mother if he knew the truth. Should I try asking him?"