178. Lucas's Story

Lucas Foster grinned as he heard the commotion from the balcony. A woman’s voice was screaming, arguing with his men. He couldn’t see her face from up here, but he knew exactly who she was. After all, he was the one who ordered his men to kidnap her. Alicia Smith. The idea of kidnapping her came to his mind a few days ago when he was staring at her picture on his phone. “Damn you, Alicia,” he had muttered, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “Why can’t you see that I can make you the happiest woman in the world?” Alicia Smith, the woman of his fucking dreams, the woman who acted like he was nothing but dirt under her shoes. “I planned to give you the world on a silver platter,” Lucas growled to himself, his fingers tightening around his phone. “Designer dresses, five-star restaurants, front-row fashion shows. What more could you possibly want?” He closed his eyes, recalling their last encounter when Alicia scoffed at his advances. Again. “I’m flattered, Lucas, really,” she had said. “But I’