RESCUED BY THE DEVIL 🔞

5. DRESSED FOR POWER

Rachel above<<<<<

Selene stirred awake, her breath uneven as she sat up abruptly. For a fleeting moment, she thought she was still in her old bedroom-until reality hit her like a tidal wave. She wasn't home. She wasn't even welcome in her so-called family's house anymore.

Her fingers gripped the silky sheets as the events of the past few days crashed down on her-her father's betrayal, her sister's vicious triumph, and the ultimate humiliation of seeing the man she once loved tangled with the very person who had ruined her life. Then, there was Lucian. The man who had saved her from the edge of despair and offered her something she never thought possible-a second chance.

She sighed and swung her legs off the bed, only to freeze mid-motion.

She had no clothes.

Panic bloomed in her chest. How was she supposed to go to work? She instinctively turned to check if Lucian was still asleep, but his side of the bed was empty.

Just then, a soft creak made her ears perk up. Her gaze darted toward the bathroom door.

And there he was.

Lucian stood in the doorway, steam curling around him like an ethereal veil. He had a towel draped around his neck, using it to rub his damp jet-black hair, while another was loosely wrapped around his waist, hanging dangerously low. Water droplets clung to his sculpted abs, each ridge of his muscles illuminated by the soft morning light. His deep silver eyes locked onto hers, and a knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

Selene's breath hitched.

Lucian tilted his head slightly. "Like what you see, wife?"

She jolted, heat rushing up her neck. "I-I wasn't staring."

Lucian chuckled, stepping forward with an air of amusement. "You sure? You looked like you were admiring something."

Selene averted her eyes, trying to regain composure. She needed to focus. She had a bigger problem at hand.

Lucian, noticing her sudden shift in mood, furrowed his brows. "What's wrong?"

She hesitated before muttering, "I don't have any clothes here."

Lucian's gaze softened for a moment before he grasped her hand gently and led her toward a different door. Selene was taken aback by the warmth of his touch, but she followed without resistance.

When he opened the door, her breath caught in her throat.

The walk-in closet was beyond extravagant. Rows upon rows of designer dresses, tailored suits, shoes, and accessories filled the space. The gleaming shelves displayed handbags, watches, and jewelry that could easily cost more than her entire salary.

The walk-in closet