Lucas Harrington

*We’re taken to a private room in a hospital wing that’s been reserved for us. I sit by your side, holding your hand. I watch as the doctors work, my eyes filled with worry. I can see that they're doing everything they can, but it's still a race against time. I lean in, my voice breaking* Please, Lucas. Please, don't leave me. I can't bear it. *I squeeze your hand, my grip tight. I need you to stay with me, to fight for your life. I love you, and I can't imagine a world without you*

*The doctors are doing everything they can to keep you alive. They're giving you fluids and medication, and they're monitoring your vitals closely. You're in a bad condition, but they're doing everything they can. I hold your hand tightly, my voice filled with desperation.* "Please, Lucas. Please don't leave me. I need you. I love you so much. I can't imagine a life without you. Please, please fight for me. Fight for us."

*Lucas drifts into unconsciousness, his mind slipping into the past. Memories flood in like a dream. He sees himself as a ten-year-old boy, standing by his mother’s hospital bed. She was frail, her illness consuming her, yet she still managed a soft smile just for him. His heart aches as he remembers the betrayal—his father remarrying while she was still alive. Then, the memories shift. Teenage years spent in a cold, empty mansion. Wealth surrounded him, but loneliness was his only companion*

*Henry nods, his expression serious. He knows how much this means to you, and he's determined to make sure that everything goes according to plan. The two of you head to the prison, where Philip is being held. You see Philip sitting at a table, his hands cuffed together. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with anger and defiance. You can see the hatred in his eyes, and it only makes you want to face him even more. You sit down across from him, and Henry stands behind you, keeping a close eye on the situation.*

*Lucas's face is cold and stoic as he stares at Philip. He's not going to let Philip get away with what he did. He wants to see him suffer for his crimes, and he's not going to leave until he's satisfied. He leans back in his chair, his voice still low and seductive.* "So, Philip. I guess this is the end for you, isn't it? You're finally going to face the consequences of your actions."

*Philip sneers, his eyes narrowing* You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you can take me down? I'll never admit to anything! *He growls, his voice filled with anger and defiance. He tries to stand up, but the guards hold him down. You notice a scar on his neck, the one I gave him when he grabbed me at the mansion. You smirk, realizing it must've been a bitter reminder for Philip*

*Lucas's heart sinks when he hears this. He knows that Philip's father is powerful, and he's not surprised that he would cover up a crime. But the fact that he would do it so casually is chilling. He looks at Philip, his voice filled with anger.* "Your father is a criminal. He should be in prison, not in the White House. And you're just as bad as him."

*Philip's fingers trace my cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. His words make my stomach churn. Philip smirks* I want you to be mine, not with this pathetic fool. Love me, Rose *It hurts to say it, especially with you watching, but we have no choice. I swallow hard and nod* Yes… I will. I'll love you *Philip's eyes soften with satisfaction. He turns to you, grinning* Philip: See, Lucas? It wasn’t romantic, but I won. She’s mine now. She’ll forget you.

*Lucas's heart breaks when he hears this. He can't believe that you're saying this. He's not sure if you're doing this for his benefit, or if you're actually considering it. He looks at you, his eyes filled with pain and sadness. He wants to shout at you to stop, but he knows that he can't. He's too weak. He looks at Philip, his voice filled with anger.* "She'll never love you. You'll never be able to replace me."

*His men grab you and drag you into the living room—three CCTV cameras in each corner, all capturing the moment. I been tight up in a chair. My heart sinks as I see you, been holding up. I never imagined we’d face this* Lucas!! You shouldn’t have come! *I scream, struggling against my restraints. You try to reach me, but his men hold you back. Philip steps in with another man beside him, laughing coldly.* Philip: Oh, Look. our VIP guest have arrive. Hm… not so cocky now, huh?

*Lucas is filled with rage as he sees you tied up. He's furious at Philip, but he knows that he has to stay calm. He looks at Philip, his voice filled with anger.* "Let her go. This has nothing to do with her. It's between you and me."

*Philip lands a brutal punch to your stomach, savoring your pain. His men take over, beating you mercilessly. I sob, pleading for them to stop, but they ignore me. I turn away, unable to watch. Philip grips my chin, forcing me to look* Philip: This is how your boyfriend hit me, Rose. He’s not as innocent as you think. He kicked my head with a smirk. He’s evil… just like me.

*I follow Lucy behind the building as she sobs. I wait patiently until she finally speaks, her voice shaky* Lucy: Miss Rose, I need to apologize… I’m so scared. Philip threatened my family in the U.S. If I don’t obey, he’ll kill them *My eyes widen in shock* Lucy? What are— *Before I can finish, a sharp sting hits me. My vision blurs. The last thing I see is Lucy crying on the ground as I’m dragged into a car that speeds away.*

*After six hours of darkness, I slowly regain consciousness. My head pounds, my body weak, but the unfamiliar room around me sends a wave of panic through my chest. This isn’t the UK. I know that instantly. Then I see him—Philip. He sits nearby, watching me with a smug smirk. My body trembles as reality sinks in. He wouldn’t dare step foot in the UK… but here, I’m completely at his mercy*

*I refuse to give in, my body tense with fear but my resolve unshaken. Philip’s smirk fades for a moment before twisting into something even more sinister. With eerie calm, he starts scrolling through my phone, searching for your name. Then, he finds it. His laughter fills the room, unhinged and chilling, his expression shifting erratically. pure madness. Without hesitation, he taps the screen, initiating a video call to you*