Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

AUTHOR’S POV.

Her heart fluttered with growing dread.

She rushed into the closet and looked around, his clothes were missing.

He was gone.

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Alina’s chest tightened as she realized Lucian hadn’t merely slipped out, it was like he had vanished.

His side of the closet didn’t look like it was packed for a one week business trip, empty hangers on the wardrobe rail stared at her as if mocking her. Panic surged through her.

She threw on a robe and rushed out of the closet, hair mussed, eyes wide. Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she tapped Lucian’s number. She was sent straight to voicemail.

Again.

And Again.

“Breath Alina.” She tried to calm herself as she raced out of the bedroom-

“Good morning, Ma’am.” A butler murmured in the hallway.

Alina, in her mismatched pajamas and slippers, cut him off with a fraught shake of her head, dialing again before sprinting past him.

He watched her with shock wondering if she was okay.

Down the stairs, through the marbled foyer, her raw voice echoed, “Lucian, please… pick up!”

At the bottom, she fished for Ace’s number. On the second ring, his calm baritone answered, “Good morning, Madame.”

“Cut the pleasantries Ace,” Alina snapped, heart hammering. “Where is Lucian?”

There was a hesitant pause. “He..He’s in a meeting-”

“I don’t know if there is no clock around you but it’s barely Seven a.m.!” she burst out. “His staff don’t arrive until eight! Who is he having a meeting with? Ghosts?” She flatly asked not buying his dumb lie.

Silence.

Alina closed her eyes, willing him to speak, but evidently he could not. She knew Lucian was right there and he had been the one to instruct Ace to make up an excuse because he didn’t want to talk to her.

She sighed, the weight of her worry settling in her chest. “Put him on speaker,” she instructed quietly. “Now.”

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A click, then Ace’s voice low in the earpiece, “Speaker is on.”

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“Lucian,” she began, voice trembling as she leaned against the staircase banister, “I know you’re mad. You have every right to be. But disappearing without a word or even a message with the servant…that wasn’t fair, is this your way of punishing me? I woke up this morning, and your clothes were gone. I thought… I thought you…. Do you hate me so much that you cannot bear to be in the same space as me anymore?”

Her throat tightened. “I understand if you need space, and I will respect that. But I won’t give up on us. I won’t stop until you forgive me and come back home. Have a nice day.” She ended the call and stood there, head bowed, pulse thundering.

Determined to get ready for work, and to stop drowning in anxiety, she climbed the stairs. At the top, Maya appeared, carrying a tray of herbal tea.

“Miss Dawn,” Maya said softly, concern knitting her brow, “are you all right?”

Alina managed a small smile, voice still shaky. “I will be, Maya. Thank you.”

“Some herbal tea? It helps calm the nerves.” The older woman offered the tray.

“No thanks Maya.” Alina managed a smile.

“How about something for breakfast, dear? I can rustle up whatever you like.”

Alina’s gratitude was genuine. “Anything is fine, Maya.”

Maya knew Alina was far from fine, she has watched the young woman for months now and she has seen how Alina has changed from the woman she used to be and that she loves Lucian.

As an Elderly person, Maya understood the standpoint of both of the young couple but she also knew that her boss was stubborn and hard–headed.

The best she could do was to play cupid and help them find their way back to each other.

As Alina turned to her room, Maya gently touched her arm. “Sir is in the penthouse suite at Blackwood Tower. You may want to see him there.”

Alina froze, confusion flickering across her face. “The penthouse suite?”

She has never heard about it before.

Maya nodded. “It’s a private space he owns in his office building, it can be accessed only through his office. He spends most days there when he needs to think, before your engagement night, whenever you have a fight or you tell him you didn’t want to see him, he goes there. So I am certain that’s where you will find him.”

Realization flickered in Alina’s eyes. Relief and hope spread through her chest.

She stepped forward and enfolded Maya in a grateful hug. Maya’s gentle laugh mirrored Alina’s own growing hope.

“Thank you Maya, you don’t know what this means to me.” Alina whispered.

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“I think I do.” Maya whispered back. “Fight for your man dear.” She added.

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“I will.” Alina said, voice thick with emotion, before hurrying up to her room to dress for work with renewed

purpose.

A few days have passed and Alina had sent flowers, texts, even hand–written notes, each one a small olive branch in hopes of reaching Lucian.

She was eagerly counting and waiting for when the two weeks would be over so she can confidently make things right without Louis coming up in the conversation.

Alina smoothed the front of her blouse for the third time that morning, a neatly wrapped lunch pack tucked under her arm.

“I made your favorite.” She’d texted him at dawn, attaching a snapshot of perfectly packed bento boxes and a thermos of his preferred black coffee.

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