Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Swear on my life Chapter 212: Swear on my life Roger glanced at his phone, his brows knitting in frustration as yet another call to Demitri went unanswered.

Earlier, when he had dropped Lucius off, he hadn’t even stepped inside the house, distracted by an urgent call from Zayne.

Now, he was trying to piece together what had triggered Lucius so badly that he ended up at the bar.

“Come on, Demitri, pick up,” Roger muttered under his breath, dialing once more.

The line rang briefly before it cut off again, leaving Roger staring at the blank screen.

His patience wore thin, but he knew better than to disobey Lucius’s instructions to stay put.

Angering Lucius was never a wise choice, not unless he wanted to deal with the consequences-a sharp tongue at best or a fist to the jaw at worst.

Yet as the minutes ticked into an hour, Roger’s unease grew unbearable.

Something wasn’t right.

Against his better judgment, he decided to go inside.

“What’s the worst he can do?

Break my nose?” he muttered to himself as he pushed open the door to the bar.

The dimly lit space buzzed with low chatter and the clinking of glasses, but Roger’s eyes scanned past it all in search of Lucius.

He approached a few employees, asking after him, and finally got an answer: Lucius was upstairs, on the third floor.

Roger didn’t waste a second, practically sprinting up the stairs.

The lounge on the third floor was quieter, the air heavy with the scent of alcohol and faint cigarette smoke.

And there, in the far corner, sat Lucius.

He was slouched in a leather armchair, a glass of alcohol in his hand, his usually sharp gaze clouded by alcohol.

“Boss!” Roger exclaimed, his voice filled with shock and concern as he hurried to his side.

Lucius barely looked up at him, his grip tightening around the glass.

His expression was distant yet cold, and when his eyes finally met Roger’s, they burned with accusation.

“Have you been hiding things from me too, Roger?” Lucius asked with bitterness.

“No.

Why would I do that?” Roger asked, attempting to snatch the glass from Lucius.

But Lucius was faster as he moved it away before downing its content down his throat.

“Boss, you aren’t supposed to drink.

What will I answer your wife if she sees you in this state?

I promised her I would not let–” He couldn’t finish off as Lucius interrupted him.

“Stay quiet, Roger.

You used to work for Matteo.

So, you better be honest with me.

If you ever hid anything from me?” Lucius asked.

Lucius sat motionless, staring at the empty glass in his hand as if it held all the answers to his pain.

The weight of betrayal was suffocating him.

First, it was his mother, who always lied to him.

Then, Matteo, who hid the dark secrets from him.

And now, Demitri, a man he had once called a friend, had shattered his trust.

He couldn’t wrap his mind around it-how someone so close could keep secrets from him.

Now, paranoia crept into his thoughts like a shadowy specter.

Was Roger hiding something?

Aiden?

Zayne?

Could he trust anyone at all?

“Boss, I swear on my life, I’ve never hidden anything from you,” Roger’s voice broke through the fog of Lucius’s thoughts.

“Yes, I worked for Matteo, but there’s nothing I’ve kept from you.

I promise.” Lucius’s grip on the glass tightened briefly before Roger gently pried it from his hand and set it on the table.

“Let’s go home.

Layla is waiting for you,” Roger urged, gripping his arm firmly.

Lucius didn’t resist as Roger hoisted him to his feet.

His legs wobbled beneath him, betraying how much alcohol he had consumed.

He leaned on Roger’s shoulder, who helped him walking down.

Roger’s heart ached at the sight.

He had seen this before-Lucius drowning himself in alcohol, desperate to numb the pain.

Back then, it had been grief over his brother’s death, a sorrow that seemed endless.

Now, it was something which he couldn’t understand.

‘I will ask Demitri later,’ Roger thought.

Carefully, Roger guided Lucius into the car before sliding into the driver’s seat.

He checked his phone and saw two missed calls from Layla.

He drove straight to the home while Lucius had fallen asleep.

~~~ “Why hasn’t Lucius arrived yet?

He shouldn’t be out this late,” Alekis muttered, his worry evident as his sharp gaze flicked toward Layla.

Layla, who had been lost in her own thoughts, forced a reassuring smile.

“Father, he must be with his friends.

He’s been socializing more these days.” The words were a carefully crafted lie to ease Alekis’s concern.

She knew the truth but chose not to share it-Lucius’s world was far from social gatherings and lighthearted company.

Alekis frowned but didn’t press further.

“It’s time for you to take your medicine and get some rest,” Fiona interjected gently, rising to guide her father-in-law out of the room.

With a reluctant nod, Alekis allowed Fiona to escort him, leaving Layla alone in the quiet living room.

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over her phone.

She was about to press the button to call Lucius when a voice from behind startled her.

“My uncle doesn’t socialize,” Roderick said, his tone laced with disdain.

“Instead, he spends his nights making people’s lives miserable.

He’s probably out there threatening someone, digging into the recent attack.” Layla turned to face him.

Roderick stepped closer.

“I still don’t understand why you’re risking everything for him.

He’s trapped in the past, drowning in it.

You’ve got everything now-freedom, power, a chance to live your life.

Why waste it on a man who can’t let go of his ghosts?” “How could you become so heartless to your own uncle?

I want Lucius more than anything.

Nothing makes me happy if Lucius isn’t a part of it.

Do you get it now how much Lucius matters to me?

But then, how can you even understand love when all you do is cheating and playing with the emotions,” Layla sharply remarked.

“Layla!” Lucius’s voice reached her ears and she turned her gaze toward the doors.