Luna_Dawns

Two men. One woman. A love torn apart by fate, betrayal, and obsession.

Sophie Laurent had a life full of love and promise in Annecy, where Adrien, her devoted boyfriend, planned a future filled with joy and dreams. But fate had a cruel plan in store. Sophie was ripped away from her family and Adrien, sold into the hands of Lucien Marchand—a wealthy, enigmatic man haunted by the ghost of his dead fiancée, Amélie.

Lucien sees Sophie as more than just a captive. Her striking resemblance to Amélie makes her the perfect pawn in his dark game of revenge. Forced to impersonate the woman Lucien once loved, Sophie is thrust into a world of luxury and torment, where her every move is scrutinized, and her heart is at war with itself.

While Sophie clings to the memories of Adrien's tender love, Lucien’s unpredictable passion begins to consume her. His every glance ignites a fire she wants to resist, and his every touch blurs the line between hatred and desire. But as secrets unravel and hidden truths about Amélie’s death come to light, Sophie realizes she is at the center of a storm that could destroy them all.

Adrien, relentless in his search for Sophie, refuses to give up on the woman he loves. But when he finally finds her, will she still be the same Sophie he knew? Or has her heart already been stolen by the man who was supposed to be her captor?

In a tale where passion burns hotter than revenge and love becomes the ultimate battleground, Sophie must navigate the dangerous ties binding her to two men. Will she reclaim the life that was stolen from her, or will her fate forever belong to someone else?

Love, betrayal, and obsession collide in this unforgettable story of two hearts bound by destiny and one woman caught in the crossfire.

Stolen Fate.

The dining room was quiet, save for the faint clinking of silverware as Lucien calmly ate his meal. Sophie, seated across from him, held her fork and knife but hadn't touched her food. Instead, she was gazing at him like he was some sort of alien creature she couldn't quite figure out.

Her thoughts ran wild. I wonder if he's always this rude and dangerous, or if it's just an act. Is he like this all the time? She sighed softly, her eyes still fixed on him. Was Amelie happy with him? Because all he ever does is warn me and scold me. How could anyone deal with that?

Lucien, who had been engrossed in his meal, suddenly noticed Sophie's intense stare. He set down his glass of water, his sharp gaze meeting hers.

"What's the matter? Do you dislike the food?" he asked, his tone laced with mild curiosity.

Sophie snapped out of her trance, blinking rapidly. "No, no! I'm fine!" she stammered, her cheeks flushing as she bit her lip nervously.

Lucien raised a brow but didn't press further. He simply grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair, draped it over his arm, and left the room without another word.

The moment he was gone, Sophie's face turned a deep shade of red. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Thinking about what her bestfriend at Annecy said. "Chloé, you're going to get me into trouble with your advice!" she mumbled under her breath. "You said staring at a guy makes him think you like him. What if he thinks I actually like him instead of hating him?!"

She buried her face in her hands and groaned. "Why was I even thinking about Amelie so much that I ended up staring? This isn't staring—it's just gazing! Totally different!"

Mrs. Madeline entered the room as Sophie poked at her food, still visibly flustered. She began clearing the dishes but couldn't resist noticing Sophie's odd behavior.

"Is something wrong, Miss Sophie?" Mrs. Madeline asked, pausing to study her.

"No! I'm fine!" Sophie blurted, sitting up straight.

"Then why were you staring at Mr. Lucien like that?" Mrs. Madeline teased, a playful smirk on her face.

"I—I wasn't staring!" Sophie protested, her voice a little too high-pitched.

Mrs. Madeline chuckled. "Oh, really? It sure looked like you were lost in thought while watching him."

"No! I mean, yes! I mean, I wasn't staring because I like him or anything!" Sophie rambled, waving her hands dramatically. "I was just...thinking about myself. Not him. Definitely not him!"

Mrs. Madeline raised an amused brow. "Thinking about yourself while staring at someone else? That's a new one."

Sophie groaned, smacking her forehead. "I wasn't staring! I was...gazing. There's a difference!"

Mrs. Madeline chuckled softly, shaking her head. "If you say so, Miss Sophie."

Feeling overwhelmed, Sophie stood abruptly. "I'm going to my room!" she declared, darting out of the dining room before Mrs. Madeline could respond.

As the door swung shut behind her, Mrs. Madeline shook her head with a knowing smile. "She's too funny," she muttered, gathering the plates. "This house is about to get a whole lot more interesting."

Back in her room, Sophie threw herself onto the bed, burying her face into a pillow. "Why am I like this?!" she groaned, rolling onto her back.

She stared at the ceiling, her mind replaying the dining room scene. "I wasn't even thinking about him! It was Amelie! I just got caught up in my thoughts, and now he probably thinks I have a crush on him!"

Sophie slapped her cheeks gently. "Pull yourself together, Sophie! You're just here because you have to be, not because you want to be. Stop acting like a weirdo!"

She grabbed another pillow and hugged it tightly, her face still warm with embarrassment. I'll just avoid him tomorrow. Yep, that's the plan. No more gazing, no more awkward moments. Problem solved.

Little did she know, avoiding Lucien was easier said than done.

Gazing, Not Staring.