Lucian had caught her effortlessly, as though he had anticipated the fall. For the onlookers, it was a spectacle never before seen—Lucian Sterling holding a woman.
With his reputation as the cold prince, many women who had once dared to throw themselves at him ended with their stories rewritten as nightmares they wished never to revisit.
For Emily, there was no doubt she would be losing her life this time. Lucian's lips curled softly, yet his expression remained unreadable.
Just as she tried to pull away, his hand pressed her face gently into his chest. Cameras clicked in a frenzied flurry, eager to capture every angle of the scandalous moment.
Her body shivered. "It can't be, it can't be." She murmured. Her thoughts raced with questions;
God! How do I explain this?
Married, yet photographed in another man's arms.
Would I still prove my fidelity?
Would I still prove my innocence?
Why didn't he let me fall down?
