Five years after we broke up, I heard Lucas was getting married. Relieved, I finally flew back home. But as soon as I landed, he cornered me against an airport wall: "Fake news. Planted it just to fish you out." "But I'm already married!" I flashed my diamond ring, bluffing hard. He stared at the ring, then let out a low, dangerous laugh: "Guess we're a throuple then." Me: ??? 1 Lucas was getting married. When I heard the news, I was so happy I couldn't sleep all night. I booked a flight immediately. "Boohoo, I'm finally back!" As soon as I landed, I called my bestie, crying about how white people food isn't fit for humans while listing my cravings: "Spicy crawfish, BBQ, hot pot, snail noodles, spicy hot pot, boba..." Just as I was excitedly telling her, "This time, I'm reclaiming all my food rights," someone grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall. My phone hit the ground. I stared blankly at the man towering over me. Cold, noble, with bone structure to die for and a face so handsome it was sinful. My mind went blank. From the phone on the floor, my bestie's frantic voice came through: "Yolanda! Stop listing food! The news about Lucas getting married might be fake! Run!" Me: ... Why didn't you wait until I was dead to tell me?! 2 I wanted to run, but Lucas was freakishly strong. He wasn't even using much force, but I couldn't break free. So I could only hang my head like a scolded quail, not daring to speak. Secretly, I scanned for an escape route. After all, when we broke up, Lucas dropped some harsh words: if he ever saw me again, he'd kill me. I just got back. I haven't even had my spicy crawfish yet. I don't want to die! "Nothing to say to me?" Seeing my silence, Lucas lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. I was forced to meet his gaze. Looking into those deep, beautiful peach blossom eyes, now glistening with unshed tears, my heart ached suddenly. My throat felt bitter. I swallowed my tears and turned my face away, voice cold: "No." I tried to push him away again. "No?" Lucas pinned me harder. His voice was hoarse, choking slightly. "Heartless." Then, ignoring the crowd, he grabbed my chin and kissed me. The moment our lips touched, my eyes widened in shock. His kiss wasn't gentle. It was punishing, vengeful. I couldn't escape, and my tongue went numb. Amidst my anger, I spotted someone nearby raising their phone to film us. Reflexively, I bit him. Hard. He wasn't expecting it. His lip bled, and he paused, stunned. I pushed him away and slapped him. "Are you crazy?!" I glared at him. "You're getting married!" I slapped him hard enough to turn his head. He poked his cheek with his tongue, touched his face, then pressed his bleeding lip. He chuckled darkly. "Fake news. Just to trick you into coming back." I was completely dumbfounded. Fake news?! So what am I? Walking into a trap? I was too shocked to notice the flash of enjoyment in his eyes after the slap. I only reacted when he took my hand, kissed my palm tenderly, and asked if it hurt. Me: ? I slapped him, and he asks if my hand hurts?! Something feels wrong here! But I couldn't dwell on it. My mind was racing: I can't repeat the mistakes of five years ago. In a flash of inspiration, I saw the diamond ring on my left hand. I steadied myself and spoke again: "But I'm married." The air froze. Lucas looked down at the ring, silent. Just as a chill ran down my spine, he laughed low. "Guess we're a throuple then." He said it calmly, like proposing a viable business plan. I nearly bit my tongue. "Are you insane?!" What throuple?! Does he know what he's saying?! While I was still in shock, Lucas hoisted me over his shoulder. 3 He threw me into the back of his Maybach and told the driver to go. "Lucas, this is kidnapping!" Watching the privacy partition rise, I panicked. Ignoring the moving car, I tried to open the door to jump. He grabbed my wrist instantly. The car braked hard. Inertia threw me forward, almost hitting the partition, but Lucas pulled me back. "Do you want to die?!" He hugged me tightly, arms trembling. The warm, familiar embrace dazed me for a second. Memories flooded back, followed immediately by his mother's words. I closed my eyes, suppressed my emotions, took a deep breath, and pushed him away. I sat as far as possible and stabbed him with words: "Don't hug me so tight. My husband gets jealous!" I deliberately flashed the ring. A flash of ruthlessness crossed Lucas's eyes but vanished so fast I thought I imagined it. "Where's he from?" Lucas grabbed a beer from the fridge, downed it, and asked casually. "What?" I didn't process it. "I asked where your husband is from." He crushed the can. "Oh." I thought fast. "France." "Hmm, nice. How old?" He took off his Buddhist prayer beads and fiddled with them, asking nonchalantly. "29." I replied absentmindedly. Was it my imagination? I thought I saw scars on his wrist. "Fit? Height, weight?" He asked again. My thoughts snapped back. "Very fit. 6'2", 180 lbs." I was still distracted, not noticing his questions speeding up. "How did you meet?" I spun my brain. "He lost his wallet, I lent him money, then..." "Who else is in his family?" He interrupted. "...Parents, a sister..." I started stuttering. His interrogation aura was intense. He asked seven or eight more questions. Favorite food? First date spot? First movie? Favorite hangout? Hobbies? Favorite position? The questions got trickier. Just as I was getting nervous, he asked again: "How old is he?" "28!" I blurted out. "Height and weight?" He asked rapidly. "6'1"! 170 lbs!" As soon as I said it, I saw his fingers stop moving the beads. He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm, nice body." Me: ? Wait, something's wrong. While I tried to figure it out, Lucas gently took my hand, removed my ring, and with lightning speed, slid a cushion-cut pink diamond onto my finger. It looked over 10 carats. Before I could react, he rolled down the window and tossed my old ring out. "My ring!" My heart bled. It was only ten grand, but that's money! Instinctively, I lunged to save it, but it was too late. "Throwing yourself at me?" He smiled, catching me as I lunged. He looked pleased at the pink diamond on my hand. "Hmm, looks good. Wear it for fun. I'll get you a bigger one next time." Me: ?? Is he speaking human?! I recognized this ring. It was auctioned in Hong Kong three years ago for $70 million. A mystery buyer took it. It made the news because of the price. I didn't expect Lucas to be the buyer. Or that he'd tell me to wear a $70 million ring "for fun"! 4 Lucas dragged me back to Royal Bay Villa. This was where we lived together back then. Entering the villa, three years of memories crashed over me. We were young and wild. We'd hooked up in almost every corner of this house. Thinking of those reckless scenes, I turned beet red. "Hungry?" Lucas took off his jacket, bent down, and pulled out a pair of pink bunny slippers. He knelt on one knee to put them on me, then changed into matching grey wolf slippers. I recognized them. We bought these couple slippers at the supermarket years ago. Five years later, they were still here. Mine looked pristine, like new. His were worn and old, proving someone had been wearing them for five years. My eyes stung, chest tight. "Cat got your tongue?" He washed his hands, patted my head, and led me to the sink to wash mine. He washed my hands carefully, just like he used to. My eyes stung more. I reminded him: "Lucas, we broke up." I pulled my hand back and hid it behind me. "Crawfish for dinner?" He dried my hands with a paper towel, ignoring me. "You just landed, spicy isn't good. Crawfish today, plus some dishes you like. BBQ, hot pot, spicy soup tomorrow." He put on a pink apron. I bought that. I bought pink on purpose because I liked it, even though he never let me cook. Memories flooded like a broken dam. Tears fell uncontrollably. I turned to leave. But he was faster. He picked me up and set me on the dining table, trapping me. "No crawfish? Hot pot? Snail noodles?" He wiped my tears gently, but they wouldn't stop. "I want to leave." I turned away, cold. "Impossible. Unless I die." His tone didn't change, but I knew he was serious. But we can't be together. I looked at him, stabbing his heart word by word: "Didn't you ask what position I like with my husband? I'll tell you. I like being on t..." I wanted to make him angry enough to throw me out. But before I finished, he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. This kiss was urgent, faster than the airport, desperate to prove something. When I was breathless, he let go slightly. I pushed him and slapped him again. Full force. My fingertips tingled. Five finger marks appeared on his face. Shocking. But he wasn't angry. He held my hand, kissed my red fingertips, and praised me: "Baby's got strength." Watching him apply ointment to my fingers carefully, I thought he was insane. 5 Lucas imprisoned me in the villa, confiscating all my communication devices. I tried everything, but he wouldn't let me go. So I went on a hunger strike. I dumped his carefully cooked meals into the trash right in front of him. He tried force-feeding me nutrients, but I hurt myself. So he compromised. But if I starved, he starved with me. "It's fine. If we can't share a bed in life, we'll share a coffin in death." He wiped my hands clean with a warm towel, calmly saying he'd arranged everything. "You're crazy!" I had no energy to argue. I pushed him away and went upstairs to sleep. He followed, hugging me from behind, chin on my neck. I was weak from hunger, dazed, too lazy to care. I woke up at 3 AM, starving. Lucas wasn't beside me. Listened carefully. Not in the bathroom either. Joy! I crawled up. Three days without food left me weak. Seeing stars, I spotted chocolate on the nightstand. Ignoring everything, I shoved it in my mouth and tiptoed out. The villa was quiet. I crept toward the study. I remembered there was a spare key there. Reaching the study, the door was ajar. Lucas was inside. Damn. Can't steal the key. Just as I turned to leave, I heard a faint sound from inside. I glanced back and saw Lucas holding a dagger to his wrist!!! "What are you doing!" I rushed in and grabbed the dagger. And saw his bloodied arm! My blood ran cold. Suddenly, I remembered the scars I saw in the car. So those scars came from this too? He reacted fast, pulling down his sleeve to hide the wound. "You're hurt!" I panicked, trying to get the first aid kit, but he pulled me back. "Heartache for me?" He lifted me onto the desk with one arm, his waist pressing between my legs, pinning me ambiguously. "Lucas!" The position was too intimate. Through thin clothes, I felt his heat on my inner thighs. My face flamed, but I insisted on getting the kit. "Mmh, listening." His voice was lazy, raspy. The rising intonation at the end was inexplicably seductive. My ears burned. I took a deep breath, trying to be patient. "Let me down. I'll get the kit to stop the bleeding." He cupped my face, eyes shining, corner of his mouth unable to stay down. "See? You still care. You still love me." Me: ...Is that the point?! Seeing I was really getting angry, he turned serious. "I wasn't hurting myself. The doctor said I need to let blood regularly, or I'll suffocate." Me: ? Never heard such nonsense. I couldn't help it: "Lucas, do you think I'm an idiot?" Hearing this, he chuckled low. "Serious, wifey. You always called me a human teddy bear. Your little teddy has been holding it in for five years. If I don't let blood, I'll explode." "Or..." He looked at me, gaze devouring. "I don't let blood, I let something else?" I didn't get it at first. Until he pressed me onto the desk and kissed me. Instantly, memories of hooking up on this very desk flooded back. Me: !!! I pushed him away and fled in terror. Behind me, his laugh was wild and helpless: "Slow down."
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