My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: When The Time Is Right

[FLASHBACK: First Timeline]

Reina stood before the desk, her eyes fixed on the back of the swivel chair facing her. She could barely make out Lucian’s figure, only his arm resting on the armrest and the smoke curling in the air.

The room was dim, which had become normal for everyone.

Bright lights usually hurt his eyes and put him in a terrible mood... even though his mood had already been erratic and unpredictable. One moment, he was as calm as a lake; the next, things would be flying and shattering across the room.

"Master," Reina broke the prolonged silence in the study, her back straight and her expression composed. "I’m not finished with my task yet. Please do not send me away."

Silence was the only answer she received.

Reina let out a shallow breath, lowering her head. "If you send me away now, she will humiliate you again. I do not wish to say this, but because of her, people have begun to think that the master of Dominion is a fool."

Still, silence.

"Apologies," she added sincerely, lifting her head. "But if fixing her is my duty to help you, then I will do so."

This time, his voice finally echoed through the room.

"There’s nothing to fix, Reina. There is nothing wrong with her for you to fix," his voice was calm, dark, and cold.

Even without seeing his expression, Reina understood the danger this man carried. Still, she maintained her composure, her gaze fixed on the back of the chair.

"Master, then why... did you hire me when you believe there is nothing wrong?"

Lucian took his time before answering. "Cheer her up."

The answer was nothing like what she had expected. Reina’s brows furrowed in confusion.

"I apologize, but I do not understand," she admitted. "How does hiring me cheer up the young madam?"

And as expected, Lucian did not elaborate. A man like him never explained himself.

Meanwhile, Lucian stared out the slightly open window, letting in just enough air so the room wouldn’t suffocate Reina. Cigarette butts nearly filled the ashtray beside him. He had long since lost count of how many he had lit and finished that night.

"Tell her she’s passed," he ordered flatly, his eyelids drooping. "Then pack your things and leave."

Reina frowned. "I’m afraid I cannot do that." She shook her head, standing her ground. "I hold no resentment toward the madam. However, she carries Dominion’s name on her shoulders—"

"Since when?"

"Pardon?"

Lucian’s swivel chair slowly turned until he was facing her. In the dim lighting, she could barely make out his expression, but the glint in his sharp eyes was enough for Reina to realize the monster before her.

She swallowed, feeling intimidated for the first time. Yet that only made her clench her fists tighter.

Meaning, he had never cared about what others thought of him, nor the reputation he bore because of his wife. Once people stood at the brink of death, they were all the same. They begged for the same things: mercy. His mercy.

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