He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 387: The Dangerous Glow

It was still his face, but the way he carried himself was nothing like the Lucas she knew.

If she hadn't watched the shift happen right in front of her, she would've sworn she was talking to his twin.

Back in Keiperian, everyone said Hector was the most unpredictable man they'd ever met.

One second, he could be sweet, kissing her like she was the only person in the world.

The next, she wouldn't even know what she did wrong before his hands were around her throat, treating her life like it meant nothing.

Then he'd act like it was just a test, claim he loved her, and even beg for forgiveness.

Until Anne came along.

Hector never had that kind of possessiveness toward her again.

That kind of obsessive love-hate was impossible to let go of...

Yelena shook her head. Now was not the time to think about her own life.

"What's up with you? Why does your whole vibe feel different?" Even as she spoke, she heard how stiff she sounded, her voice thin and unsure.

The contrast was too extreme. How could someone flip like that?

Unless...

Was he dissociative?

She couldn't believe he'd turn into this. They'd known each other long enough.

He'd always been controlling, but now he felt like he held power over life and death—even scarier than Hector.

He reminded her too much of that man.

The legend.

The truly unpredictable one.

The man who'd climbed to the top over bodies, who could smile while killing.

Everyone feared crossing him. No one had ever seen his real face.

Only that everyone who angered him ended up dead.

Horribly dead.

Just those words were enough to chill you.

Still, some people thought they were the exception.

His power was so great that word then said he'd rule half of Keiperian one day.

Women threw themselves at him.

Even Hector and Mr. Miller paled in comparison.

When that man was mentioned, no one talked about those two.

As terrifying as he was, everyone still believed they might be the one exception.

The disappointment was real—he appeared and vanished like a ghost.

No one could get close.

Yelena felt it too.

She'd also seen the man at the window that night, not just Julia.

She was a little nearsighted, but she'd recognized that dangerous aura immediately.

The man had covered most of his face. Only his lips and jaw were visible, but she could already tell he was impossibly handsome.

Blurry as it was, she'd seen those lips, that stunning face...

Lucas was breathtakingly good-looking.

She'd met celebrities, top-tier men like Hector and Gilbert—none compared.

He was on a whole different level.

No matter your type, you'd still think his looks were top tier.

If that masked man had this face, it would match every fantasy.

She'd never connected the two before. Their auras had felt completely different.

But now...

Why did they suddenly feel like the same person?

For a second, her blood turned cold.

It couldn't be. That man was from Keiperian. Lucas had always built his career in King City.

They were in completely different worlds. She was just being crazy.

But honestly? Both the mysterious man and Lucas were dangerous.

She only got away with things because she was Sherry's friend.

Lucas was terrifying—he just hadn't turned that fear on her.

"Ms. Quinn," Lucas said calmly, "I'm still a man. And I have very strong possessive instincts when it comes to the woman I want.

"After all, I'm not exactly a good person."

Once, she'd thought he was too young to carry that kind of dangerous masculinity.

Now? He was unbelievably attractive, more than enough for any age.