Lindsay Cooke was sure that this was her lucky day. Today she had a chance to become one of the top realtors in New Orleans. Today she finally had a real chance to close a sale that would be worth millions. The penthouse she had tried to sell for the last six months. She was going to sell it today. As always, she had done her homework and she had a very good feeling about this potential buyer.

Mr. and Mrs. Castle. Mr. Castle was the CEO of a company called Kingmaker Land Development Inc, he was filthy rich. And according to the pictures Lindsay had seen, he was gorgeous. Not that it mattered; all Lindsay was interested in was selling him the penthouse. Not to mention his wife would be there. Lindsay hadn't really been able to find much information about her.

Alright, this was it… Lindsay took a deep breath before stepping out of her car. Mr. and Mrs. Castle were already waiting in front of the apartment building.

"Mr. Castle," she greeted him smiling politely. "I'm Lindsay Cooke; we spoke on the phone earlier."

He smiled too as he greeted her and shook her hand. She had to admit that he was even more handsome in person, his charming smile almost made her blush like a schoolgirl.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cooke."

Lindsay was so concentrated on him that for a moment she forgot that he wasn't alone.

"And this must be your wife," Lindsay said quickly as she finally remembered the woman who was standing behind her husband. She was probably in her early twenties, a pale little thing with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. She didn't really look like the wife of a wealthy businessman. Her clothes were modest, she had no jewelry or designer bag, she had barely any makeup on and her hair was up in a simple ponytail.

There was no expression on her face, she seemed absentminded. And when she finally looked up… Her look made shivers run down Lindsay's spine. There was something very creepy about her; Lindsay just wasn't sure what that something was.

"Yes," Mr. Castle hummed and wrapped his arm around his wife's waist. Mrs. Castle didn't react in any way.

"This is my darling angel." He paused and kissed her cheek. "Isn't she lovely?"

"Yes… Yes, she is," Lindsay managed to reply. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Castle."

She glanced at Lindsay and gave her a brief nod. A lovely woman indeed… Lindsay couldn't help but wonder what a man like Lucien Castle saw in her. Not that it was any of Lindsay's business.

"Right… Shall we take a look at the penthouse then?"

"Absolutely," Lucien replied smiling. His wife didn't say anything; she crossed her arms and followed her husband and Lindsay to the elevator.

"As you can see, the lobby is very elegant," Lindsay said. "And there's a private elevator to the penthouse."

"Very nice," Lucien replied.

Lindsay continued explaining some details about the building as they entered the penthouse. Lucien wanted to look around; clearly he liked what he was seeing. His wife on the other hand was mostly just staring in front of her with a blank expression. What was wrong with this woman? Lindsay gave them a tour in the penthouse while describing it; she addressed her words mostly to Lucien.

"It's a no brainer really, this penthouse is equipped with all the luxuries money can buy and while the asking price may seem daunting, rest assured that your view in New Orleans will be second to none."

"Hmm," Lucien hummed and ran his fingers softly over a small table before looking at his wife. "What do you think, my sweet?"

"It's fine," she murmured after a moment of silence.

Lucien smiled.

"Well, that settles it." He paused and looked at Lindsay. "We like it. As for the price…"

Lindsay tried to keep the polite smile on her face as Lucien stepped in front of her. She was stunned when he suddenly touched her hair. What was he doing, his wife was right there.

"Mr. Castle…" she laughed nervously. From the corner of her eye she saw Mrs. Castle turning her back on them. What…

"Please, call me Lucien," he purred and leaned towards Lindsay. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw his face changing. She didn't have time to scream when he sank his teeth into her neck. She tried desperately to fight, but it was useless. The last thing she heard was his cheerful voice.

"We'll take it."