The scene before them fell into a heavy silence. Raihan froze upon seeing Aaron, but in the next moment, he seemed to understand something and let out a faint smile.
No matter what, Aaron would find out one day—tonight just happened to be sooner than expected.
A plan quickly formed in Raihan's mind. He would use Aaron as bait to trap Lucian. After all, Aaron loved him to the point of obsession. He had once abandoned Lucian to return to his side, so now, whatever he said, Aaron would surely believe.
Raihan was confident in that.
He overestimated himself.
Aaron clenched his fists. He had seen everything. Yet, despite it all, he still held on to a final, fragile thread of hope.
-"Raihan… what are you doing?" Aaron's voice trembled, his eyes shimmering as if begging for Raihan to deny everything. As if the moment he did, Aaron would believe him again without hesitation.
Raihan looked at him, his eyes filled with amusement.
There was no longer any gentleness—only cruelty, laid bare.
-"Aaron… Since you've already seen it, I won't bother hiding it anymore." He took a step forward, his voice turning cold and calculating. "We're going to set a trap for Lucian. That bastard loves you so much—if you're in danger, he'll come running without a second thought. And when he does, we'll finish him off and take everything he owns. We'll have wealth, power, and never have to live like rats again. What do you think?"
Aaron stood frozen.
Each word Raihan spoke cut deep into his heart like a blade.
This was the man he loved? The man he had trusted?
-"Are you insane?" Aaron nearly screamed. "Do you even know who Lucian is? You can't do this!"
Even now, he stubbornly clung to the last remnants of their love.
Raihan's expression darkened, irritation creeping into his voice.
-"Why not? If we do this, we'll be rich. Think about it, Aaron—with money, you'll never have to suffer again! He deserves to die. There's nothing wrong with killing him."
Aaron shook his head, stepping back.
-"No… I don't want this… No matter what, I don't want to be a part of this…"
Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp slap landed across his face.
"Smack!"
He crashed to the ground, eyes wide in shock.
Pain.
Not just from the slap—but from his heart.
Aaron had never once thought that Raihan would hit him.
Tears spilled from his eyes, not from physical pain, but from sheer despair.
It was in this moment that he finally understood—his love had been misplaced.
Raihan looked down at him with nothing but contempt.
-"Shut up. If you don't want to cooperate, then don't expect to live peacefully. Didn't you hate Lucian too? Why are you pretending to be merciful now?"
He scoffed.
-"Once I kill him, everything will be mine. When that time comes, don't bother begging me."
Aaron clenched his fists.
Did Raihan truly believe he cared about money?
If wealth had been what he wanted, why would he have left Lucian?
Lucian had given him everything—anything he could ever ask for.
But he had abandoned it all.
For what?
A bitter laugh escaped Aaron's lips.
Lucian was right.
Money could buy anything—even people's hearts.
-"Do whatever you want. But don't regret it."
Aaron turned to leave.
But before he could take a step, a heavy blow struck the back of his head.
Everything went black.
As consciousness slipped away, only one thought remained— I was wrong.
Raihan was truly arrogant.
Did he really think he could kill Lucian?
How laughable.
Lucian had once said—he let Aaron go so that he could find happiness. But if Aaron wasn't happy, then the fate of the one who had hurt him… could only be death.
Raihan claimed that Aaron hated Lucian too and was just pretending to be kind? No.
Aaron had never hated Lucian enough to want him dead.
If there was anyone to blame, it was himself—for failing to understand him sooner.
After living with Lucian for a while, Aaron had come to realize—Lucian was not an emotionless monster, not a heartless killer.
He simply didn't know how to express his feelings.
Behind that hardened exterior, Lucian was no different from a proud feline—always keeping his distance, yet desperately craving affection.
And the person Lucian had chosen to receive that rare gentleness—was Aaron.
But Aaron had been blind.
His love for Raihan had been too overwhelming, to the point that he had unknowingly abandoned that lonely cat… abandoned Lucian, who had been silently waiting for just a bit of warmth from him.
But now, Aaron's heart had grown cold.
And amidst the ashes of his pain and sorrow, the only figure that still flickered within him…
was Lucian.
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"Ting… Ting…."
The sound of a message notification shattered the silence of the darkened room.
Lucian sat there, proud and imposing like a king, surrounded by a dozen subordinates awaiting his command.
He reached out and picked up his phone.
A message had arrived.
A video.
Lucian clicked to play it.
Immediately, his pupils contracted, his breathing grew heavy, and his grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.
The video was from Raihan—and what appeared on the screen ignited a storm of fury within him.
In the video, his little angel was bound tightly, his body covered in bruises, each merciless blow landing with brutal force.
Aaron struggled, desperately trying to break free, but his efforts only provoked cruel laughter.
-"Aaa… Let me go! Let me go now!" Aaron screamed, his voice choked with pain.
-"Shut up! You better save your strength and wait for him to come rescue you! Hahaha!" Raihan sneered, laughing maniacally as he struck Aaron again.
Aaron curled up on the floor, his breathing weak, yet he still mustered the strength to whisper:
-"Lucian… you must not come… Don't come… Leave me… alone…"
Raihan grabbed Aaron's hair, yanking him up and shoving his face close to the camera, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
-"Lucian, do you see this? The person you like is right here… I'm giving him to you. Come and take him back… Hahaha!"
Beep—
The video ended.
Lucian remained motionless, but his deep crimson eyes burned like the abyss of hell.
A silent rage surged within him.
His angel.
The one he cherished like a delicate flower.
And now, that precious existence was being tormented like this…
Lucian closed his eyes, inhaling sharply to keep himself from losing control.
But his heart clenched tighter and tighter.
He had underestimated Raihan's shamelessness.
He had thought that someone Aaron had loved enough to abandon everything for—would at least not harm him.
But he was wrong.
Blinded by greed, Raihan was capable of anything.
Not just Raihan—all those wretched bastards were waiting for him to fall into their trap.
Did they think that Lucian would rush in recklessly for Aaron? That he would beg for mercy?
How ridiculous.
Did they forget who he was?
He was Lucian.
The king of the underworld. The most ruthless of them all.
And those who dared challenge him… never met a good end.
This battle would only have two outcomes:
One—they fail miserably.
Two—they die so completely that not even their bones remain.
Lucian rose from his seat, his towering figure radiating a murderous aura so intense that even his subordinates tensed.
-"Boss, what are your orders?" one of them cautiously asked.
Lucian's gaze remained fixed on the phone screen, where Aaron's bruised and battered form was still visible.
His voice was deep, laced with terrifying fury:
-"Bring my Queen back to me."
No further words were needed.
-"YES, SIR! Prepare the troops! We move out immediately!"
Tonight, a massacre would unfold.
Lucian was the King.
And the one he chose to cherish, to adore—there was only one.
His Queen.
So what would happen to those foolish enough to lay a hand on the Queen of the King?
Lucian didn't need to think twice.
He rose to his feet, his eyes cold as ice. His face betrayed no emotion, yet the entire room was suffocated by the chilling aura of impending death.
No one dared to breathe too loudly.
Lucian picked up his phone.
A single command, cold and unwavering, left his lips:
-"Summon every underworld kingpin."
No one disobeyed.
Under his rule, the most powerful forces of the underground world bowed their heads in submission.
His word was absolute—there was no room for refusal.
If even a single person was absent from this summons… their entire organization would be eradicated.
Within minutes, hundreds of calls were made.
Fear spread like wildfire.
The kingpins trembled as they received Lucian's command. No one dared to delay, no one dared to refuse.
As Lucian moved forward, no one stood in his way.
Because they all knew—if Lucian was delayed even a second from reaching his Queen, the price to pay… was death.
And at this very moment—
The Demon within Lucian had awakened.
This was no longer the cold and ruthless Lucian they knew.
This was a beast thirsting for blood.
He was the King.
And the world could only tremble beneath his feet.
-"MY ANGEL—WAIT FOR ME JUST A LITTLE LONGER!"
ENDOFCHAPTER7.