Chapter 6 My Date

• Leah’s POV
• "Who organized this event?" Damon asked, his voice sharp.
• Xander shrugged. "I have no idea. It was just handed to me by our butler. That’s all that was on the invitation."
• He held up the paper for everyone to see. "It says we're all invited—us four brothers. The event’s this Friday night, and today’s only Wednesday. We’ve got a few days to prepare."
• He paused, then looked at the others. "Any idea what we’re supposed to wear or if we should even go to this thing?"
• The room fell silent. No one answered right away, and I felt completely out of the loop. I had no clue what they were talking about or what this "Celestial Soirée" even was.
• Then Lucian slammed the invitation onto the table, breaking the silence. His gaze swept over all of us, and his expression was dangerous—like he was warning us.
• "We’re not going to this event," he said, his voice cold and firm.
• "Why not?" Rafael asked, raising an eyebrow. "It says here that it’s a secretive event for the world’s wealthiest and most influential people. Maybe the organizers want to meet us. And, you know, it could be our chance to get out of this place for a while. You know we hardly ever go to stuff like this."
• Lucian didn’t budge. "It’s still a no. You should all understand the risks involved. We don’t know who’s behind this. We don’t know what could happen."
• His tone was serious, like he was giving us an ultimatum, and there was something in his eyes that made it clear we shouldn’t push him on this.
• "Lucian’s right," Damon said, his voice quieter now. "We can’t just trust this event, not without knowing more about it. Plus, it doesn’t even say who’s organizing it. Let’s talk to Father. If he approves, then we’ll have no choice but to go, even if we don’t want to."
• Damon sighed and grabbed the invitation from the table. "I’ll talk to Father about it," he muttered. "And take Leah to a different room. This one’s too small. She needs a more comfortable space."
• "Look at you. You’re actually being nicer to Leah now," Xander teased. "You’ve been grumpy with her all this time."
• But Damon narrowed his eyes at him. "Shut the fuck up. I’m only doing this for her convenience, so she won’t try to escape again. Let’s go."
• He nodded at Rafael.
• "Oh, why me?" Rafael groaned.
• "Because we all know you’re the most flirtatious one here," Damon said. "You’re the one who should stay away from Leah."
• "I mean, what if I don’t want to come with you?" Rafael crossed his arms, defiantly.
• Before any of us could say anything, Damon suddenly stormed over to Rafael, grabbed him effortlessly, and lifted him up like he weighed nothing.
• Out of all of them, Damon was the most muscular, and it was clear. Rafael’s protests were useless.
• "Hey! Get the fuck off me! Let me go!" Rafael shouted, but there was nothing he could do.
• I was left there with Xander and Lucian. Xander came to me.
• "Here, Leah. We’re moving you to the largest guest room in the mansion." He smiled at me. "And the doctor’s on his way."
• Just as I was about to nod, Lucian slapped Xander’s hand away.
• "I don’t think so," Lucian said firmly. "I’ll carry her. You call the doctor, and tell them to hurry."
• "Damn it. Why do I have to be the youngest?" Xander muttered, clearly frustrated, as he walked off. He was clearly hopeless to the orders from his brothers.
• Now it was just me and Lucian. The air between us felt heavy, and once again, that feeling hit me, like he was carrying me into another world where my heartbeat was suddenly louder, quicker.
• Lucian was different. His touch wasn’t just physical—it felt more intense. I felt his gaze like a weight on my skin.
• He carried me bridal style, and my heart thudded as he moved swiftly through the halls. When we stepped out of the room, the maids followed, and Lucian barked orders at them.
• "Go get something to help her. She just threw up. And make sure to cook something for her. Now."
• His voice was commanding, and the sound echoed through the hallway. The maids responded quickly. "Yes, Lord Lucian," they said before rushing off.
• I was still in his arms when we reached another room. Lucian kicked the door open, then carefully placed me on the bed.
• As soon as Lucian laid me down on the bed, we locked eyes. But, for some reason, I immediately looked away. I couldn’t hold his gaze. There was something in the way he looked at me—something different that I wasn’t sure I could handle.
• Right then, the door opened, and the doctor walked in.
• "What seems to be the problem here, Lord Lucian?" The doctor seemed familiar, like he was the same one I’d seen earlier when Lucian was talking to his father.
• "I need you to check on her. Make sure her condition stabilizes, okay?"
• "Yes, Lord" the doctor responded, walking over to me.
• Once he was close enough, he started checking my vitals. I couldn’t do much, though. I felt weak, drained. Even though I wanted to escape, to break free and return to my family, I was powerless. I was stuck here against my will, captivated and unable to do anything about it.
• When the doctor was done with his check ups, he stood up.
• "Here are the medications and vitamins she can take. Her pregnancy is... a bit risky at the moment, so you need to be careful with her. It’s a delicate situation."
• "Okay, thank you," Lucian said, nodding at the doctor. The doctor left, leaving just the two of us alone in the room.
• Lucian closed the door softly behind him and slowly turned to face me. And again, that feeling hit me—the one that always came when it was just the two of us. The air felt thick with tension, and I could feel his presence pressing down on me.
• "Leah..." he said, his voice low.
• I didn’t answer. My throat felt tight, like I couldn’t find my voice.
• "I want to ask you something."
• I finally found my words. "What is it?"
• Lucian walked toward me, stopping right beside the bed. He slipped his hands into his pockets, like it was a signature move of his, standing there with that same intense gaze. His eyes were filled with emotions—so many unspoken things—and when we looked at each other, it felt like everything was being said without words.
• "Well, it’s not so much a question, but more of a demand," he said, his voice even. "I want you to be my date for the Celestial Soirée on Friday night."