Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A Night That Changed Everything
A splitting headache dragged Chris out of unconsciousness.
His eyelids fluttered open as sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating an unfamiliar bedroom decorated in shades of black, silver, and gold. Everything about the room screamed wealth-the imported marble floors, the crystal chandelier overhead, and the faint scent of expensive cedar and whiskey lingering in the air.
He frowned.
Where... am I?
His body ached terribly. Every muscle protested as he shifted beneath the silk sheets. Then a sharp sting shot through his lower back.
Chris froze.
His heart skipped.
Slowly, almost mechanically, he looked beneath the blanket.
His clothes were gone.
Purple marks stained his pale skin, and the evidence of what had happened during the night was impossible to ignore.
"No..."
His voice came out as nothing more than a broken whisper.
Panic crashed over him like a tidal wave.
"No... no, no, no..."
Beside him, someone stirred.
Chris turned his head.
There, lying shirtless with one arm draped across the pillow, was Lucian Blackwood.
The man who ruled the Blackwood Corporation.
The man the media called an emotionless monster.
The man no one dared offend.
For one terrifying second, the room fell completely silent.
Then-
"AHHHHH!"
Chris scrambled backward, nearly falling off the enormous bed. His trembling finger pointed accusingly at Lucian.
"You bastard!"
Lucian's eyes slowly opened, dark and unfathomable. Unlike Chris, he remained unnervingly calm despite the shouting.
"What are you yelling about?" he asked hoarsely, rubbing his temple.
Chris stared at him in disbelief.
"What am I yelling about?" His voice cracked with rage. "You... you raped me!"
Lucian frowned.
The accusation hit him like ice.
His gaze swept across the room before dropping to his own body. His expression darkened.
"...No."
Chris laughed bitterly.
"No?"
"You think saying 'no' changes what happened?"
Lucian sat upright, ignoring the pounding ache in his skull.
Fragments of last night flashed through his mind.
A charity banquet.
A glass of wine.
An unbearable heat consuming his body.
Darkness.
Then... nothing.
Someone had drugged him.
His jaw tightened.
"We were both drugged," Lucian said quietly. "I remember losing consciousness after the banquet."
Chris's eyes burned with hatred.
"What a convenient excuse."
"It's the truth."
"The truth?" Chris sneered. "Do you really expect me to believe that? You're Lucian Blackwood. People call you a devil for a reason.not just that how can an enigma get drugged to the point of loosing consciousness? "
Lucian remained silent he felt guilty that was true but how can Chris understand when feelings are suppressed for a long time finally having a chance to pour it all out he lost all sense of reasoning at the moment
Chris continued, every word sharper than a blade.
"You've always hated Mark "
At the mention of the name, Lucian's expression flickered ever so slightly.
Chris noticed.
"I knew it!" he shouted. "You're jealous because Mark is my fiancee instead of you. So this was your revenge, wasn't it?"
Lucian's gaze turned cold.
"This has nothing to do with Mark."
"Stop lying!"
Chris's breathing became uneven.
"I'm engaged to him!"
His voice broke.
"Our wedding is only weeks away... and you ruined everything."
Tears welled in his eyes despite his desperate attempt to hold them back.
"What am I supposed to tell him now?"
Lucian watched him in silence.
For the first time in a while guilt settled heavily in his chest it's always him that makes him loose control no one else except him.
He knew Chris will never forgive himself
Chris felt dirty and disgusted he was so furious he hated this man so much but himself more for engaging in such act with him
Whether they had both been victims or not, the result remained the same.
Chris had lost something precious his first time to that devil
"I'll investigate what happened," Lucian finally said.
"Know need I don't want to owe you"
Chris grabbed his scattered clothes from the floor with shaking hands.
"You stay away from me I hope whatever happened last night stayed in this room ."
He quickly dressed, refusing to look at the man sitting on the bed.
Before leaving, he stopped at the door.
His voice was barely above a whisper.
"I hate you, Lucian."
The door slammed shut.
Silence engulfed the luxurious suite.
Lucian remained motionless.
His cold eyes drifted toward the half-empty wine glass resting on the bedside table.
Someone had orchestrated this.
And whoever that person was...
had succeeded in destroying two lives with a single night.
