Love In Disguise: Rebirth of the Heiress
Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Chapter 102

Jason’s lips returned to mine, capturing them in a kiss that was deeper, slower, and far more intimate.

His hand brushed along my jaw, sliding down my neck, his touch igniting something within me that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in so long.

His other palm, went behind my neck pulling me closer, his teeth grazing my lower lips.

"Jason," I murmured, trying to find my footing in this whirlwind, but he silenced me with another kiss.

His lips moved to my neck, planting soft, teasing kisses along my skin. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his hands settled on my waist, pulling me closer. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as I gasped, "Jason, what are you doing?"

"Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time," he whispered against my skin. His voice was husky, his breath warm, sending sparks down my body.

I tilted my head back, giving him more access, my own rational thoughts slowly melting under his touch. He kissed the curve of my neck, then the sensitive spot just below my ear, making me moan softly.

His lips found mine again, and this time, his hands roamed, sliding down to my hips and then further, tracing the line of my body with deliberate intent.

"Jason," I breathed, pulling back slightly, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My voice trembled, "I don’t—"

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak.

"Kiara," he said softly, his voice raw, "I’ve missed you. God, I’ve missed you."

My breath hitched at his words. There was something so vulnerable in the way he said it, like it wasn’t just the moment but as if we haven’t seen in a long time.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself, trying to find the strength to step back from this dizzying moment, but then his lips were on mine again.

Completely frazzling me.

This kiss was slower, sweeter, but it carried the same intensity, the same heat that left me breathless.

His hands cradled my face like I was something precious, something he couldn’t bear to lose.

I broke away, gasping, my forehead resting against his.

"Jason," I whispered, my voice trembling, "I don’t know what we’re doing right now, but—"

"I don’t care," he interrupted, his tone firm yet gentle. "I just need you, Kiara. Just let me have this moment with you."

There was something so honest, so raw in his voice that I couldn’t bring myself to argue.

His lips found mine again, his hands roaming my back, pulling me closer until I was practically sitting in his lap. My mind screamed for logic, for control, but my body betrayed me, melting into him.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, Jason pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on my hips.

"I’ve missed you," he said again, his voice barely above a whisper, and for the first time, I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or someone else entirely.

And that was what brought me to my senses.

"Hold on," I said, forcing a smile and gently pushing away from him. "I... I need to use the bathroom."

Jason frowned slightly, his blue eyes narrowing as if he were trying to read me, but he nodded. "Alright," he said, his voice soft.

I forced a small laugh, trying to keep things light as I grabbed my phone off the couch. His gaze followed my every movement, making my skin prickle.

Once I was in the bathroom, I locked the door and leaned against it, my heart racing. I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to piece together what had just happened.

"It wasn’t the trick of the light," I whispered to myself, shaking my head. "Stupid. Stupid." My fingers trembled as I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Lucian’s number.

I pressed call, holding the phone to my ear as it rang.

The line clicked, and Lucian’s voice came through, sounding low and breathless. "Kiara?"

"Lucian," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down. "Something’s wrong with Jason. His eyes—they changed. Blue. And he’s acting weird. He kissed me—no, we kissed. But that’s not the point!"

"Slow down," Lucian said, his tone even, though I could hear the tension behind it. "Start from the beginning."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "His eyes. They were grey, but now they’re blue again. And he’s not acting like himself. He’s saying things—he said he missed me, but it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to me. It’s like..." I paused, swallowing hard. "It’s like he’s possessed. I think Jason is possessed."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Lucian?" I prompted.

He hummed thoughtfully, his tone measured. "Interesting."

"Interesting?" I whisper-yelled. "That’s all you’ve got? Lucian, he’s in my apartment right now, and I think he’s—"

Before I could finish, the bathroom door creaked open.

I froze, the blood draining from my face as I turned to see Jason standing there, leaning casually against the frame. His lips curled into a smirk, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine.

"You weren’t stealthy enough," he said, his tone light but carrying an edge that made my stomach twist.

My phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the tiled floor as my heart slammed against my ribcage.

"Jason," I said, my voice trembling. "What are you doing?"

He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. "You’re awfully chatty in here, Kiara. Talking about me behind my back? That’s not very nice."

I pressed myself against the counter, my mind racing. "I wasn’t—"

He tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Don’t lie to me. You’re terrible at it."

His words sent a chill down my spine, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The man standing in front of me looked like Jason, but there was something off—something darker, more menacing.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jason—or whatever was inside him—chuckled, the sound low and unsettling. "Oh, Kiara. You don’t want to know."

I reached behind me, fumbling for anything I could use as a weapon, but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist and pinning it to the counter.

"Relax," he said, his voice smooth. "I’m not going to hurt you."

"Then what do you want?" I demanded, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "And... how did you even open the door if it was locked?"

"Possessive skills?" he chuckled, staring down before looking back at me.

My fingers twitched at his words, every fiber of my being telling me to run, but I stood frozen, trying to steady my breath.

"I have no intention of eating your soul, either," he added, smirking as if it was a joke. "You’re safe with me. Truly, you are"

I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or scream. "That doesn’t exactly inspire confidence."

His smirk widened. "Fair enough. But seriously, Kiara, stay out of things that don’t concern you."

I clenched my fists. "If it didn’t concern me, I wouldn’t be involved."

Jason, or whoever he was right now paused, his gaze flickering as if a storm was brewing inside him. His expression softened just a fraction.

"That’s the problem. You don’t realize how deep you’re in."

Before I could retort, he suddenly stumbled, clutching his head.

"Jason?" I stepped forward instinctively, but he dropped to his knees, groaning in pain.

And then, out of nowhere, a shimmer of light filled the room.

Lucian appeared, holding what looked like an ancient artifact glowing faintly in his hand.

Jason or whatever was inside him collapsed, unconscious, hitting the floor with a thud.

I exhaled sharply, relief washing over me. "Lucian? Oh thank God. "

He tucked the artifact away, his calm expression unwavering.

I frowned. "How did you get here so fast?"

"Skills, I guess." he said dryly, stepping over Jason’s body, I frowned.

I pointed at the now-unconscious figure. "You’re not... you’re not going to hurt him, right? Just... remove whatever this is from him. Don’t—don’t hurt Jason."

Lucian raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused. "Since when do you care so much?"

I hesitated, swallowing hard. "Just don’t hurt him, okay?"

Lucian nodded, bending down to pick up Jason as if he weighed nothing. "I don’t need to hurt him to fix this. Relax, Kiara."

I wasn’t convinced, my chest tightening as he slung Jason over his shoulder. "Where are you taking him?"

"Somewhere safe."

"I want to come," I said quickly, stepping forward.

Lucian sighed, clearly annoyed. "No."

"Please," I begged, my voice almost cracking.

He stared at me for a long moment before finally relenting. "Fine." He grabbed my hand, and before I could react, the room spun, and a rush of cold air engulfed me.

When the world stopped spinning, I stumbled, barely catching myself on a nearby couch.

I looked around, blinking as the dizziness subsided. The room was massive, dimly lit with a gothic elegance—high arched ceilings, dark stone walls, and flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

Lucian turned to me, his expression stern. "Stay here. Don’t move."

Before I could protest, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone in his strange castle.

I collapsed onto the couch, my head spinning again. "This... is a whole lot of weird."