Lethal Temptation (by Michelle Ray) novel Chapter 109

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Mara

I woke in the middle of the night, Lucian still on top of me, his body warm and heavy, his c**k still nestled

inside me. I shifted slightly, just enough to get comfortable-but the movement stirred him. He woke, blinking slowly, and rolled off me with a soft groan.

He sat up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face, and I slipped off to the bathroom.

When I returned, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of black shorts. He smiled when he saw me and despite everything we’d just shared, I felt a little shy.

He watched me quietly for a moment before asking, “How did it feel? Watching his face drop like that?”

I gave him a faint smile, not proud, but not regretful either.

“He must’ve pushed you,” Lucian said gently.

I nodded, and he reached for me.

I crawled into his lap and curled against him, resting my head beneath his chin.

“Now he knows,” Lucian murmured, his hand stroking my back. “You’re not a pushover.”

I expected frustration or concern. Instead, he sounded proud. Solid. Like he was right behind me, even

now.

He kissed the top of my head.

“I have to tell you, Mara… it landed him in the hospital. That’s how I found out. Lacy blamed you, said you caused it. But I know you didn’t just tell him to start a war.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I just nodded again, my body still heavy from everything.

He held me a little tighter.

“Let me get us something to eat,” he said. “You’ve got to be drained.”

I gave him a soft smile and leaned back against the pillows as he slipped out of bed.

He returned twenty minutes later, tray in hand-stacked sandwiches, two juice packs, and that look in his eyes that always made my chest warm.

I didn’t wait. I grabbed a sandwich and took a bite before he even sat down.

Lucian laughed quietly as he set the tray between us.

“No shame, huh?”

I smiled through a mouthful. “None.”

And just like that, the tension eased.

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“Mind sharing how it went?” Lucian asked, finally breaking the silence as we neared the end of our

midnight sandwiches.

I set my half-eaten piece down and told him everything-start to finish. The tension, the threats, the

moment Alpha Vander crossed a line he never should have. I spared no details.

Lucian didn’t interrupt. But I felt the shift in him-jaw tightening, shoulders stiffening.

“I can’t believe he said that to you,” he muttered, voice low and sharp. “Mara… I’m sorry.”

I shook my head gently. “I doubt he’ll threaten me like that again.”

His eyes were still stormy.

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“I’m tired of people talking about you like you’re property. Like you were bought. Your parents didn’t sell you. They were forced into an impossible choice. Yes, my father gave them money, but that wasn’t a transaction-it was coercion. They didn’t have a choice.”

It clearly still haunted him. The legacy he didn’t choose but was now bound to.

I reached for his hand. “It’s okay, Lucian. Purchased or not, we’re in love. And no matter how it started,

what we have now? It’s real. It’s rare. It’s ours.”

He looked at me, something softening in his expression as I leaned forward and kissed him.

Trying to lighten the mood, I asked, “So… how was your day?”

He exhaled, some of the tension melting off his shoulders.

“Not as entertaining as yours, that’s for sure,” he said with a dry smirk. “But we have to go to the mansion

tomorrow.”

I groaned.

“It’s about your accusations against Martha,” he continued. “I’ve already had Mary send over a copy of her statement. There’s no point arguing with her in person-we’ll walk in with the facts.”

“I wanted to handle it alone,” I murmured, already feeling the familiar dread rise.

“I know. But my father’s demanding that we both be there.”

I sighed, slumping back against the headboard.

“I wish we never had to step foot in that place again.”

Lucian reached out and pulled me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“One day, we won’t have to,” he said. “But tomorrow… we finish what you started.”

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110 What Happened With Vander

Lucian

A few hours ago

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I had just wrapped up training and was heading out with Darian when the call came in, our father had been rushed to the hospital. Martha had phoned her son in a panic, barely coherent. Plans forgotten, we made

our way there immediately.

By the time we arrived, he was asleep. The doctor assured us he’d be fine. A severe shock, they said:

Nothing life-threatening.

Darian turned to our mother. “What happened?”

She crossed her arms, already seething. “Ask that bitch your brother married what she did.”

My stomach tightened. Mara? I didn’t see how she could’ve had a hand in this, until Lacy spoke.

“She told Uncle Vander, right in front of me, that Aunt Martha’s been stealing to pay off a blackmailer. For twenty-three years. She said that’s why she doesn’t trust me to work in the corp. And because of that, she got me fired.”

I didn’t react at first. I looked at Martha. “You told me you’d handle it. You begged me not to tell him.”

“Lucian, you promised,” she said, looking more betrayed than remorseful.

“What happened before she said all that?” I asked, voice calm but cold. “Mara doesn’t throw accusations

around for fun. What pushed her?”

Lacy hesitated. That was all the answer I needed.

“Uncle Vander wanted me to work closely with Mary now that you’re not there. Mara refused,” she finally

said.

Darian shook his head immediately. “That’s not enough to trigger her like that. I’ve known Mara for years. She doesn’t just explode without reason.”

“This bitch almost killed your father, and you’re defending her?” Martha snapped.

That did it.

“No, Martha,” I said, stepping forward. “You are the one who nearly killed him. You’ve been hiding this from him for decades. What did you think would happen when it finally came out? If Mara had kept a secret like that from me, and I found out from someone else, I’d feel the same way. He didn’t collapse because of Mara. He collapsed because you lied.”

Her eyes narrowed, and before I could brace, her hand cracked across my face.

I didn’t move.