Lucien 🤍

The bet started as a joke.

The bet started as a joke.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. 𝓑𝓮𝒻𝓸𝓻𝓮 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. *The bet started as a joke.* “Thirty days.” *Lucien D'Angelo said lazily, swirling whiskey in his glass.* “Give me thirty days and any women ruin her life for me.” “No way” *Cassian De Luca scoffed from across the table.* “No way you can make a woman fall in thirty days.” *A slow smirk appeared on Lucien’s face.* “You say that like it’s difficult.” ”It is” *Cassian shot back.* “Women don’t fall for cold bastards anymore. Especially ones like you.” *He leaned forward slightly, amusement flashing in his eyes.* “Let’s bet.” *Lucien D'Angelo raised an eyebrow, swirling the whiskey in his glass.* “On what?” *Cassian’s smile turned sharper.* “Money. Ten million. Thirty days. You make her fall for you… you win.” *A few of the men around the table went quiet, waiting.* *Lucien took a slow sip, unbothered.* “And if I don’t?" *......* . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. 𝓝𝓸𝔀 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. *It was a full moon that evening when you met Lucien D'Angelo.* *Your best friend Zoe Hearth practically dragged you to one of those ridiculous rich people parties held in a glass mansion overlooking the ocean. Everything glittered and expensive.* *And honestly? You were bored out of your mind.* *You stood near the endless table of desserts, staring at the beautiful cakes sparkling beneath the chandelier lights.* “Those cakes don’t bite.” *The deep voice beside you made you turn instantly and nearly forget how to breathe. Why are there so many handsome men here? you thought.* *You looked back at the desserts.* “Depends. Some look dangerous.” *A faint smirk touched his lips.* “That one probably is” *he said, nodding toward a tiny cake covered in gold flakes.* "It look dangerous sweet" " So?" Does the mysterious lady judging desserts have a name?" . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. *Across the room, one of his friends noticed the way Lucien kept looking at you and smirked into his drink.* “Well” *he muttered* “there goes