Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 330

**TITLE: Collapsed 330**

**AUTHOR’S POV.**

The suite enveloped them in a heavy silence, one that felt almost deliberate, as if the very walls were holding their breath, waiting for Lucian to break the stillness that had settled like an unwanted guest.

Lucian stood by the window, his fingers lightly tapping against the glass, a rhythmic distraction as his gaze drifted aimlessly across the expanse outside. The sky above Ravinne was a muted, washed-out blue, its tranquility a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within him. It felt almost mocking, stretching endlessly across the horizon, a reminder of the peace he was currently devoid of.

Behind him, Ace let out a frustrated sigh that echoed in the quiet room.

“Boss, why are we stalling?” he asked, his tone laced with impatience.

Lucian didn’t reply right away; he was not in the mood to entertain Ace’s relentless questioning. Yet, Ace had never been one to accept silence as an answer.

With a determined step forward, Ace folded his arms across his chest, his posture radiating urgency. “We need to go to the bank and check the safe Violet’s mother mentioned. Every moment we waste is a moment lost.”

Lucian’s jaw clenched tightly. “I told you… we wait a bit longer. Violet still needs to text a bit.”

“That’s bullshit,” Ace shot back without a hint of hesitation. “And you know it.”

Finally, Lucian turned to face him, offering a glare that was more of a warning than a reprimand. But Ace stood his ground, unwavering.

“This isn’t just about Violet,” Ace pressed on, his voice steady but firm. “If it were, we both know she’s strong enough to come with us and handle this herself.”

Lucian remained impassive, his expression unreadable as he stared at Ace, his shoulders rigid with tension.

Leaning in closer, Ace lowered his voice, almost conspiratorial. “So what is this really about, boss? Because it sure as hell isn’t her recovery.”

Lucian felt his nostrils flare, a muscle in his jaw twitching involuntarily.

Ace didn’t let up. “Don’t you want to find out who destroyed your family? Don’t you want answers? Names? Faces? The truth?”

Lucian’s gaze sharpened, cold and piercing, laced with a simmering anger that had long been buried. “Of course I do. That is precisely why I am in Ravinne to begin with,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t question my resolve.”

“Then why are we still here instead of hunting for clues to find that bastard?” Ace challenged, his frustration palpable.

Lucian turned his attention back to the window, unwilling to meet Ace’s relentless gaze. “I’m waiting. Violet needs more time.”

Ace scoffed, the sound filled with disbelief. “No, boss. She doesn’t. This isn’t about Violet, and you know damn well I’m right.”

Just as Lucian was about to retort, a soft voice drifted in from the hallway, cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Lucian?”

Both men turned, their attention drawn to the figure standing at the threshold.

Violet stood there, one hand lightly resting on the doorframe. She appeared weary but composed, dressed in a pink sweater that contrasted with her faded blue jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and though her eyes held the remnants of exhaustion from her recent ordeal, a fierce strength radiated from her.

Lucian straightened, a flicker of relief washing over him. “You’re awake.”

“Yes.” She stepped into the room slowly, her movements deliberate. “Lucian, I’m strong. We can go to the bank and check the safe to see what my mom kept there.” Her voice trembled slightly, yet the determination behind it was unmistakable.

“I also want the people responsible for my mother’s death to pay for what they did,” she added, her resolve hardening with each word.

Lucian inhaled deeply, his heart heavy with concern. “You still need to rest.”

“I’ve rested enough,” Violet insisted, her tone gentle yet firm. “It’s been three weeks since I was shot at the restaurant. I’m almost fully healed. The injury is nearly gone… just a scar remains.”

Ace shot Lucian a look that screamed I told you so, his eyes filled with a mixture of support and frustration.

Violet stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “It would be best if we investigate. Really investigate.”

Lucian felt his fingers curl slightly at his sides.

The truth was, Violet’s recovery wasn’t the reason for his hesitation.

It never had been.

He was waiting for Gabriel’s report, for the confirmation that would shed light on the shadows that loomed over them. He needed to understand why Alina had asked Gabriel to dig into Cassian’s affairs.

He was desperate to know why Cassian seemed to shadow Alina at every turn lately.

It infuriated him how much space she occupied in his mind.

He loathed how difficult it was to push her thoughts away.

Most of all, he despised how deeply he cared.

But in that moment, Violet was watching him, her eyes searching his, and Ace was there too, his gaze steady and expectant.

Two sets of eyes, two people refusing to relent.

With a long, resigned breath, Lucian finally relented.

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