Lucas's thoughts, tangled in the ruins of the past, were broken by the sound of Victoria's voice calling him from below. He blinked slowly, dragging himself back to the present, and with a calm shake of his head, pushed the memories away. Reaching for his coat, he slipped it on with quiet composure before descending the stairs.
There was no turmoil left in him where Vivienne was concerned. No lingering love, no festering hatred—nothing at all. To him, she had become just a stranger, a chapter long closed and sealed. He had moved on, leaving behind the wreckage of their relationship without looking back.
But Sebastian Kane—his hatred for him burned like fire in his veins. If there was one thing that had kept Lucas moving forward all these years, it was that hatred. Every late night at the office, every deal fought tooth and nail, every empire-building step he had taken was fueled by the same resolve: to defeat Sebastian, strip him of everything he valued, and watch him fall.
