Chapter 777



“Lucas, wait!” Verena lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

“Please, don’t leave! Let me help you. I can help you, Lucas. Just this once. I’m begging you!” Her voice trembled, thick with desperation. At that moment, Verena let go of all her pride and dignity. She gripped Lucas, telling herself she wouldn’t let him go. She couldn’t afford to. If she did, she would never get a chance to be together with Lucas again.

Lucas, however, looked at her with nothing but contempt. He jerked her hands off him with brutal force, his touch cold and unforgiving. He then shoved her away.

“Get lost!” His voice was rough, raw with anger.

Without sparing her another glance, he walked away.

On the floor, Verena was left crumpled in defeat. She watched him leave, tears flooding her eyes. Desperation broke through her, and she cried out, “Lucas… Don’t go! Please… Don’t leave me!”

But Lucas didn’t turn around. The only sound that followed was the sharp, final slam of the door.

The sound rang through the room, echoing in Verena’s ears, her chest heaving with frustration. “Ah!” she screamed, her fists pounding against the cold floor in rage. A torrent of resentment surged through her, each wave more intense than the last.

“How could this happen? Why did this happen?” Verena screamed.

At the start, Lucas had mistaken her for Belinda! What had gone wrong? Why did Lucas realize so quickly that she wasn’t Belinda?

Her plan had been simple—drug him, take control, and make him hers.

But now? Now it was all falling apart.

The moment he walked out of that room, it was over.

She knew Lucas was going to Belinda! He had to be!

She had risked everything. And for what? So Belinda could win in the end?

The thought of this made Verena want to bang her head against the wall. The bitter taste of failure choked her.

Meanwhile, Lucas staggered down the hallway, driven by the burning pain that still racked his body. When he reached Belinda’s door, he didn’t hesitate. He pressed the doorbell over and over, his hand shaking uncontrollably from the pain.

His heart pounded in his chest, the pressure almost unbearable.

“Who is it?” Belinda’s voice finally called from inside, her voice dripping with impatience.

“Belinda… It’s me.” Lucas’ voice was hoarse.

Hearing Lucas’ voice, Belinda rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. She opened the door, grumbling, “Lucas, what are you doing here at this hour? You…”

Before Belinda could finish her sentence, her words were cut off by a sudden, unexpected kiss. As soon as Lucas saw Belinda, he didn’t hesitate. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.

The familiar, sweet taste of the kiss was a temporary balm for his burning body, offering him a fleeting moment of relief. But the kiss didn’t last long—only about ten seconds. As the shock wore off, Belinda shoved Lucas away with force.

“Lucas! What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, glaring at him, her voice sharp.

Lucas stood there, his eyes bloodshot. His throat felt like it was on fire, and his voice was rough. “Belinda, I’ve been drugged…” he said, his breath labored.

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