Ariella bit her lip hard. She really regretted ever agreeing to that damn rule: "Whenever I need you, you have to show up when I say."

They just got back, didn't they say they were going home to check in with family? Pretty good time for him to cuddle up with his sweet wifey, no?

Yet here he was, skipping that chance, rushing over just to blame her for something? What a messed-up jerk. Totally makes no sense.

"Something wrong?" Ryan asked from behind the wheel, catching her troubled expression in the rearview mirror.

"Just pull over here, this is my place."

"Already? That was quick." He sounded a bit disappointed-he didn't even get to confirm if she had a boyfriend or not.

"Yeah. Thanks," Ariella said, already pushing open the door as the car stopped.

Ryan got out too, standing by the sidewalk, and asked, "Can I get your number?"

"My boyfriend isn't into me giving out my contact info. Bye!" she said with a polite smile.

A gust of wind blew a few strands of her hair across her face. They landed gently, making her look soft and heartbreakingly beautiful. Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

She was stunning.

He thought back to the wedding at the hotel, the moment she appeared-everyone else was all smiles, but she had this quiet sadness clinging to her, and it hit hard.

Did that mean she's really in love? Is that what she was trying to tell him?

Ryan didn't buy it. If she was truly happy, where'd all that sorrow come from?

"Ariella..." he called after her.

Ariella could tell he wasn't done talking, so she gave him a quick "Goodbye," and hurried off.

He just stood there, watching her walk away, feeling helpless. He didn't know how to reach her, how to pull her out of whatever sadness she was drowning in.

As soon as Ariella was out of Ryan's line of sight, she hailed a cab and went straight to Lucian's apartment.

He wasn't home when she arrived.

Was this on purpose? Maybe he was scared she'd spend too much time with Ryan-that's probably why he sent that sudden order, right?

Maybe by now he was already in bed with Fiona...

She let out a long sigh. Since Lucian clearly wasn't coming yet, she figured she might as well step out. That apartment felt suffocating, like a golden cage.

But just as she reached the door, she heard the key turn in the lock. The door opened, and there was Lucian, looking cold as ever.

"I told you to wait in bed. What are you waiting at the door? You're getting more disobedient by the day."

Wait by the door? Please. He really thought he was worth greeting? He must have no idea that the girl who used to rush to meet him... didn't exist anymore.

Ariella didn't bother offering him slippers. She just turned around expressionless and walked back into the bedroom.

He always wanted the same thing. No matter how much she resisted, it never changed anything.

After all, she'd walked into this cage on her own.

Kicking off her shoes, Ariella climbed onto the bed and yanked down the zipper of her light purple dress, peeling it off in one smooth motion.

By the time Lucian walked into the bedroom, she was already lying there completely bare.

Her face looked lifeless, and those eyes were full of resentment-nothing about her sparked any desire in him. Instead, irritation and a bitter anger started bubbling inside him.

He leaned in, gripping her chin roughly as a mocking growl slipped from between his clenched teeth. "So eager for me to screw you, huh?"

"You're the one who couldn't wait. I'm just doing what I was told," Ariella responded coldly.

"Come on, this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Lucian's patience was hanging by a thread, and her attitude was pushing him way too close to the edge. But he had to keep it together-couldn't let her little jabs make him lose it.

His eyes swept over her body, then he sneered, "What a shame. Pretty sure I'm getting sick of this body already."

"Perfect. Guess it's finally a win for Fiona," Ariella said blandly, no trace of affection in her voice. Nothing about her hinted she cared for him the slightest bit.

"You delusional woman. Keep dreaming."

He growled low in his throat, tightening his hold on her chin until her face was forced closer to his. Then he crashed his lips onto hers with harsh force.

But the second he touched her soft, trembling lips, something inside him snapped-like all the blood in his veins caught fire. Desire hit him like a tidal wave.

He started angry, but the moment he tasted her, that boiling rage started to melt into something else. Instead of devouring her mouth the way he intended, he ended up kissing her slowly, almost tenderly. The pressure on her chin eased noticeably.

She had shaken hands with his brother right in front of him, and when he showed up just now, she acted like she didn't give a damn. He should be furious right now.

If he kissed her until her lips were swollen like last time, Ariella would probably still think it made sense. But the way he was being so careful, like afraid to spook her... like he actually cared about her-it threw her off.

Her mind blanked-his soft touches making her light-headed, like he'd drugged her with nothing but a kiss. She'd sworn she wouldn't fall again, but her body wasn't listening.

She pushed at him with what little strength she had left, breaking free from the kiss as she panted, "If you want it, just do it. Just... stop kissing me."

"Can't take it anymore?" he asked, voice low and husky, eyes locked on her flushed face.

Those eyes of hers were glazed over, clouded with longing-something he hadn't seen in forever. That eager spark reminded him of how she used to look at him before she knew he was getting married.

And yeah, he missed that-missed how she used to be, back when it was just the two of them.

Back then, she must've really believed he loved her. That's why she tried so hard-being sweet, doing whatever he wanted, trying to please him like her life depended on it.

But ever since she showed up at that wedding, she'd gone cold on him. These past couple of days, her attitude had made him restless just thinking about her.

Ariella turned her face away, refusing to look at him. She hated how she once pretended to fall for him, how she'd lost herself in the act.

"Look at me! Say it-did you fall for me or not?" Lucian grabbed her face, forcing her eyes to meet his.

"You made me rush back just to ask some stupid question like that?" Her tone was clear and sharp, snapping herself out of the momentary daze.

Lucian ignored her icy vibe. He kept staring into her eyes, desperate for the answer he wanted.

"You did that whole handshake-with-Ryan thing in front of me... just to piss me off and make me jealous, didn't you?"

She wasn't even trying to hide it. It was her petty payback for the way he always kept women around him.

Ariella's eyes shifted slightly, then she chuckled under her breath.

"So, it worked. You got jealous."

"You..."

How had he never noticed how sharp her tongue was before? Every word felt like a slap in the face.

The calm he'd just regained was shattered again. He was ticked off. Angry.

He grabbed her chin again, voice low and cold between clenched teeth. "Keep dreaming."

"Oh, I'm dreaming? Then why'd you come running over here like a man on fire? Here to mark your territory or what?" She didn't care that his grip hurt-looked him right in the eye without a trace of fear.

Lucian was so mad he couldn't speak for a second. Then he let out a mocking laugh, tugging at his belt.

"Yeah, you got it. I'm here to sleep with you, plain and simple. You're already mine, don't you dare even think about crawling into my brother's bed."

The chill from his words cut deeper than she wanted to admit. She hated how she'd almost let herself believe in him, even for a second.

To him, she was nothing. Just some cheap thrill. Her nose stung, but she refused to cry in front of him again. She didn't argue back, just shut her eyes and braced for the worst.

All at once, she went quiet. That fierce, fiery attitude from a minute ago? Gone. Like a balloon with all the air let out.

Lucian caught the shine of tears at the corners of her eyes. She was holding them in-he could tell.

"What's with the sad face? You acting like sleeping with me isn't your job or something?" He wanted to say something softer, but it still came out cold as ever.

"Go ahead. I'm not stopping you," Ariella said, voice dull.

"You think playing the victim'll change my mind? Think I'll go easy on you? Who do you think you are?"

"You seriously think that? You've never once showed me the tiniest bit of softness. No matter if I was happy or falling apart, I never dared hope you'd care how I felt." Her voice finally cut through, pushed out by his cold indifference.

Her feelings? Lucian felt like someone just sucker-punched his chest-something heavy and dull pressing down on his heart.

He didn't argue back. He climbed out of bed, picked up his scattered clothes off the floor, and slowly started getting dressed.

He's actually leaving because of that one sentence? Ariella blinked in surprise, watching him pull up the zipper.

Guess that means... he does care about her. At least a little bit, right?

But then, a thought hit her hard-she honestly would've preferred if he didn't.

If he was just cold and heartless, it'd be easier to walk away. She couldn't afford to feel even a flicker of doubt. He was her friend's husband. She needed to kill any last shred of wishful thinking.

Just as Lucian moved to leave, her phone buzzed on the bed. A message.

"Is it Ryan?" he asked, alert like a switch had flipped. He lunged back to the bed and grabbed her phone before she could react.

"You have no right to go through my stuff!" she snapped.

"If it's got anything to do with my brother, then I have every right!"

She reached for it, but couldn't win the tug-of-war. He unlocked her screen fast. It wasn't from Ryan, though.

"Ariella, Ryan asked for your number-should I give it to him?" It was from Fiona.

"Give it back!" she rushed out, panicking that Dominic might've texted next and Lucian would see it.

"Just let me reply this one, then it's yours."

Lucian held firm, and she didn't even care that she was still half-naked-she wrestled his arm, trying to stop him.

Somehow, he stayed completely calm, one hand pinning her down, the other typing briskly.

As the message whooshed out, he smirked, lips curling just a bit in smug satisfaction.

"Here. Knock yourself out."

Ariella yanked her phone back, furious. She opened the sent message file.

"Tell Ryan I have a boyfriend. Ask him to stop bothering me-I'm not into it."

"You had no right to send that!" Her glare shot up at his towering frame, sheer anger in her voice.

"You really thought this would stop me and Ryan from seeing each other?"

"Say that again?" His guilt for overstepping briefly existed-until she said that. Her words instantly wiped it out.

His reaction was automatic. He grabbed her chin firmly, staring right into her like he was burning holes through her soul.

Try saying it again and see what happens. He wasn't bluffing-he was furious. And this time, the fury in his eyes was something she'd never seen before. It was terrifying.

Realizing she was actually afraid of him, Ariella gave herself a mental slap-she couldn't keep backing down like this, couldn't let him think she was weak.

Lifting her chin defiantly, she met those cold, savage eyes of his and spoke without flinching, "I've told you, my feelings are mine. I have every right to like him-and be with him."

"Damn it!" Lucian cursed under his breath, then without the slightest gentleness, threw her onto the bed and pinned her down.

He never should've gone soft. Should've shown her what it meant to push his limits.

"You still dare talk back?" His tone had shifted, no longer as icy, but the edge in it remained.

Ariella gasped for breath, weakly, then forced out a whisper, "You can't stop me like this."

That faint little sentence was enough to send Lucian's rage skyrocketing. His hand shot up, about to slap that stubborn look off her face-to make her finally understand what self-respect meant.

But the moment her eyes shut tightly in reflex, something in his chest seized-and he froze, hand mid-air.

Instead, he grabbed her chin roughly, squeezing until tears welled in her eyes.

"What is it you want from me? Don't ever say that again!"

"If you really don't want me with Ryan," she said carefully, voice shaking, "there's only one way-end our agreement early. As long as we're no longer 'tied,' I promise you'll never have to see me again."

So that was her plan. Lucian let out a cold chuckle, then leaned close, fixing his gaze on her shimmering eyes.

"Ariella, hear this-there are plenty of ways I can ruin things between you two. And if you think you can walk out of my life? Not a chance."

His tone was so firm, whatever little hope she'd held onto just collapsed.

But she wasn't ready to give up. Meeting his gaze, she asked, "You have Fiona, and you love her. Why can't you just let me go? You don't love me. You don't need me-not in your life, not in your bed. Can't we just end this peacefully?"

She was practically begging now, every word a dent in her pride.

"No."

"Why the hell not?"

"You really wanna know? Fine. I'll tell you. Because I-hate-you!"

He spat out every word like it burned his throat. And she could see it-raw, intense hatred in his eyes.

This wasn't some bluff. He meant every word.

But why? Did something happen when she lost her memory?

"Did I hurt you...?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes searching his cold, unreadable face.

Lucian let out a sharp snort and yanked his hand away.

He got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and walked out-leaving Ariella lying there in a daze, head full of unanswered questions.

She had to figure out why he hated her so much. Maybe if she understood, she could fix it. Maybe then he'd let her go.

She got out of bed and started looking around the room for any photos of Lucian. She wanted to bring one to Ryan and ask him about it.

She turned the place upside down. Nothing.

Okay then, next time he shows up, she needs to find a way to sneak a picture of him. Can't have another shouting match.

Still sore from what happened earlier and now exhausted from rummaging through everything, she slumped onto the floor, back against the closet.

"Could there be a photo in here?" she muttered, knowing full well the chance was next to nothing.

Still, she got up and opened the closet.

Wait, what's going on here?

Is this...a sleepwear store?

She stared, mouth slightly open, eyes sweeping from one end of the closet to the other.

Nope, she wasn't seeing things. The closet was packed with pajamas.

All sorts-silks, cottons, lace trims-in every color and style imaginable, all perfectly hung up.

Lucian always had a thing for outfits. This apartment even had a dedicated walk-in closet almost fifty square meters, strictly for his clothes, accessories, the works.

But this side? Not a single piece of his usual stuff. Just pajamas. And fancy ones too-brands she didn't even have to squint at to recognize. She knew the price tags by heart.

She opened the other side of the closet. All his usual things were crammed in there now. Looked more packed than before.

Money clearly wasn't the issue here. What she couldn't wrap her head around was why he had gone through all this trouble.

Was it just because she said last night that If he rips her pajama, she'll have to bug a new one? Sounds petty, but who knew with Lucian.