Closure 2

Library

Lucas's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he leaned in closer to Mel. "Don't play dumb, Mel," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "I know you were the one who saved me five years ago. I know you were the one who infiltrated my mansion."

Mel's eyes widened, fear creeping into her expression. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.

Lucas's smirk grew wider. "Don't lie to me, Mel. I have proof. And if you don't tell me the truth, there will be consequences."

Mel's eyes darted around the library, realizing that they were alone. Lucas had rented the entire library for the evening, and the staff had been instructed to leave them undisturbed.

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me the truth," Lucas said, his voice dripping with malice. "So, I suggest you start talking."

Mel's eyes flashed with defiance, but Lucas could see the fear lurking beneath. She knew she was trapped, and she knew she had to submit to Lucas's demands if she wanted to escape unscathed.

But Mel remained silent, refusing to give in to Lucas's intimidation. Lucas's eyes gleamed with anticipation, knowing that the game was far from over.

Lucas's eyes seemed to bore into Mel's soul, as if trying to extract the truth from her. Mel's defiance began to crumble, replaced by desperation and fear.

"I'm telling you, I don't remember anything," Mel said, her voice shaking. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she felt the weight of Lucas's intimidation.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "You don't remember anything?" he repeated. "Not even the fire? Not even saving me?"

Mel's eyes overflowed with tears as she shook her head. "No, I don't remember anything. I've tried to remember, I've asked everyone, but no one will tell me anything."

Lucas's expression softened slightly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of curiosity. "What do you mean, you've asked everyone?" he asked.

Mel's voice cracked as she spoke. "I mean, I've asked my family, my friends... everyone. But no one will tell me what happened five years ago. It's like they're all hiding something from me."

Lucas's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying. "I think you're hiding something from me, Mel," he said. "I think you're hiding the truth."

Mel's tears flowed freely now, her body shaking with sobs. "I'm not hiding anything, I swear," she said. "I just... I don't remember anything."

Lucas's expression was unreadable, but his voice was low and menacing. "I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth, Mel. If you don't, there will be consequences."

Mel's eyes were empty, her expression a mask of despair. She knew she was trapped, and she knew she had to submit to Lucas's demands if she wanted to escape unscathed. But she couldn't remember anything, no matter how hard she tried.

As Mel struggled to remember, her brain became a jumble of fragmented thoughts and images. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of information, unable to grasp onto anything concrete. Memories, or what she thought were memories, flashed through her mind, but they were hazy and indistinct.

She saw glimpses of a fire, of smoke and flames engulfing a building. She saw a figure, a boy, stumbling through the smoke. But the images were fleeting, and she couldn't hold onto them.

Mel's head spun, her mind racing with questions. What was happening? Why couldn't she remember? What did Lucas want from her?

The pressure became too much, and Mel felt her legs give way beneath her. She collapsed, her body crumpling to the floor.

Lucas was by her side in an instant, scooping her up in his arms. "You're not going anywhere, Mel," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to tell me the truth, one way or another."

He carried her out of the library, the cool night air hitting Mel like a slap in the face. She was vaguely aware of being placed in a car, of Lucas's mansion looming ahead of them.

As they drove, Mel's mind struggled to keep up. What was happening? Where was she going? And what did Lucas plan to do with her?

The questions swirled in her head, but Mel was too exhausted to fight. She let her eyes drift shut, unaware of what lay ahead, but knowing that she was trapped in Lucas's web of secrets and lies.

Placid mansion

Upon arrival at the Placid mansion, Mel was carried to a luxurious bedroom by the maids. They were instructed by Lucas to take care of her, as she had passed out in the car during the ride to the mansion.

The maids, with their impeccable training and discretion, gently removed Mel's clothes, which were wrinkled and disheveled from her ordeal. They carefully selected a beautiful silk nightgown from the mansion's extensive wardrobe and dressed Mel in it.

As they tended to Mel, the maids worked with quiet efficiency, their movements practiced and precise. They ensured Mel's comfort and cleanliness, paying attention to every detail.

Meanwhile, Lucas was engrossed in his Zoom meeting with his client in Afghanistan. He reassured the client that the drug shipment would arrive soon, expertly managing the client's expectations.

At the Madrigal mansion, Miles continued to worry about Mel's whereabouts. He had been told she was working on a project in the library, but her phone was switched off, and he couldn't reach her. Miles decided to head to the library, hoping to find some clue about Mel's disappearance.

Upon arriving at the library, Miles searched for Mel, but she was nowhere to be found. He approached one of the staff members, a quiet, reserved woman, and asked if she had seen Mel.

The staff member hesitated, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "I...I think she left with someone," she stammered.

Miles's eyes narrowed. "What someone?" he pressed.

The staff member's unease grew, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I don't know. I didn't recognize him."

Miles's instincts kicked in, and he noticed the staff member's reaction. She seemed frightened, uneasy, and hesitant to reveal more. Miles had an inkling about who the mysterious person might be.

Meanwhile, at the Placid mansion, Natasha, Lucas's favorite toy, was dressed in a provocative outfit, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She dashed into Lucas's study, where she was informed about the new guest.

"Our master has brought home a girl," one of the maids whispered to Natasha, who raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Natasha's eyes narrowed as she listened to Stella's words. "What do you mean, she's not a slave?" Natasha asked, her voice laced with jealousy.

Stella hesitated, glancing around the room nervously. "I overheard the master talking to one of the maids. He said she's the girl he's been searching for."

Natasha's face fell, her mind racing with implications. She had always been Lucas's favorite, but now it seemed that position was threatened.

A few hours later, Mel slowly woke up from her sleep, her mind foggy and disoriented. She looked around the luxurious bedroom, trying to remember how she got there.

As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside her room. Mel's heart skipped a beat as she realized she needed to get out of there.

She quickly stood up and made her way to the stairs, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of Lucas or his staff.

At the same time, Miles stormed into the mansion, his eyes blazing with determination. He had finally tracked Mel down, and he was not leaving without her.

As Mel began to descend the stairs, she heard the sound of the front door bursting open. She turned to see Miles standing in the entrance hall, his eyes locked onto hers.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, without a word, Miles started moving towards Mel, his strides long and purposeful.