Novels by Lily Love

Mihir’s eyes was filled with fury as he stepped into the greenhouse, his imposing presence filling the dimly lit space like a storm brewing on the horizon. The scent of damp earth and fresh foliage did little to calm the tension that was in the air.Heather felt her breath hitch as she instinctively stepped back, her heart hammering against her ribs. The moment she saw Mihir’s rigid posture, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, she knew she was in more trouble than she had ever imagined.Talon, ever protective, shifted in front of her, shielding her from Mihir’s piercing gaze. It was a small gesture, but it made her feel momentarily safe—until Mihir’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade.“Explain,” he demanded, his voice low but brimming with menace. “Why are you here? Why are you meeting him?”Heather opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat like thorns. Her mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, but every possible answer sounded weak and implausibl

Heather held the balcony with trembling fingers. The words on the paper felt like a cold whisper in her ear:"Be careful who you accept as true. He is much more aware than you suspect."Her mind raced as she reread it. Who had sent it? Did they mean Mihir? Was someone looking at her? The mansion felt extra like a prison with each passing second. She looked across the room, checking the shadows for motion, her heart thudding like a drum. She felt shiver run down her spine as she stared around. She didn't know who to suspect or any hint of who had sent the message. MaryAnne had left in advance to deliver the message to Talon. Heather hoped and prayed her loyal maid might be careful. If Mihir found out, there could be no mercy. Mihir would make sure he punished her for disobeying him and getting to Talon without his notices. She hoped MaryAnne would act fast and get to Talon without Mihir noticing. She was already scared of Mihir as it is. She didn't want him to do more harm to her mor

Heather’s heart raced as she sat at the edge of the massive bed, gazing at the ornate chandelier above. The silence within the room changed into deafening, broken most effectively by way of the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. She rubbed her fingers collectively nervously, her mind whirling with the results of her selection. Lying approximately the infant’s paternity turned into a determined move, but what preference did she have? Telling Mihir the truth would only tighten the chains that already assure her to him.The door creaked open, and Mihir’s implementing determination crammed the doorway. His sharp health was immaculate, his dark eyes glare at her like daggers. Heather compelled herself to remain calm as he walked in, his presence sucking the air out of the room. He closed the door behind him with an eerie gentleness that made her belly churn.“We need to speak,” he stated, his voice low and deliberate.Heather nodded but however remained silent, knowing c

Mihir drives into Talon's garage in rage and alighted. He walked towards the big front door and banged it as hard as he could. Mihir felt the urge to kick the door and break it to shreds, but he kept his cool. Talon, who was sulking in the living room, heard the banging of the door and grumbled before going to open it. He didn't peek through the keyhole to know who was there as he just opened the door. The first blow landed on his stomach, and he staggered backward in pain. He raised his head after the pain decreased and stared at the man who was staring at him with ice-cold eyes."What the hell man," he muttered under his breath.Mihir walks into the room and clicks his tongue in disgust, staring at the cramped apartment.His study was times three of what Talon called a sitting room. With the worn-out couches roughly placed by the corner. There was an old black and white TV stationed on the left side of the room, which was covered with a shawl. Probably because the TV was worn out a

Heather POV I swallowed hard as I tried to gather all the air I could gasp before his hand grabbed my neck aggressively again."I will ask you again. Who is the father of the child?" he asked when I didn't give him a reply."Mihir, please..." I tried to speak as I tried to gather my thoughts.How was I going to tell him he was the father of the baby? As far as he knows, he hadn't been intimate with me since our marriage. How was I supposed to tell him he was drunk that night when he forced himself on me? Would he believe that? "Speak. How long have you been having an affair with your friend? We got separated for just two months, and you already got pregnant for someone else?" he slammed me against the wall, and I winced in pain."Mihir. You're hurting me," I groaned in agony.I felt his hand press harder on my neck. It was as if he wanted to remove all the air I was trying to suck in."And you'll get even more hurt if you don't tell me who the father of this child is?" he threatened

My reputation is at stake as Mihir and I go through what I’m supposed to tell the press. The home phones have been blowing up, ringing nonstop. I’ve asked MaryAnne to disconnect all the wires. He gives me all the details, somewhat disinterested in whatever I’m going to say there. The press needs to know that I’m coming back to stay with my husband while we plan our perfect wedding for the second time.His hands are locked in mine as we both stare at the journalist.“It feels so good watching both of you come back together,” she says, beaming. “Is there a reason why both of you separated in the first place?”Mihir squeezes my hand, making me talk at once. “All couples need space. We thought that was what we needed. We just didn’t know that we would need space to the extent of actually getting a divorce. We probably got back to our senses and got back together.”Mihir nods his head in approval. One wrong move, and I could get my first night in the basement since I got back.The journa

Shaw woke up early, his body aching with exhaustion, but his mind refused to let him rest. The events of last night replayed like a broken record—Mia’s heartbroken face, the anger in her voice, the way she walked out without looking back. The sting of her absence was unbearable.He turned his head and found himself staring at Jake, who was still asleep on the couch. His small chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his little fingers curled into the blanket. Shaw studied him, memorizing every feature—the same dark brown hair, the familiar sharp nose, and those piercing blue eyes. His eyes.For four years, he had a son and never knew. How different would things have been if Alicia had told him? Would he have been a good father? Would he have been there for Jake in all the ways he needed?A heavy sigh left Shaw’s lips as he rubbed his tired eyes. There was no use wondering about the past. The only thing he could do now was figure out how to move forward. But could he fix the damage that

Shaw stood in the middle of his living room, his mind still racing from the chaos Alicia had just dropped into his life. His breath was uneven, his fists clenched at his sides. The silence in the room felt heavier than ever. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, each second a reminder that Mia was gone.His gut twisted.He wanted to chase after her, to explain everything, But what could he even say? Mia had been right—this changed everything.A small voice broke through the tension.“Mister?”Shaw turned slowly, his gaze falling on the boy standing in the doorway, his little hand still clutching Alicia’s. His wide blue eyes—very much similar to Shaw’s own—were filled with curiosity, maybe even a little nervousness.Shaw’s heart clenched.This was his child.His son.He exhaled, running a hand through his hair before glaring at Alicia. “You need to start talking. Now.”Alicia sighed, stepping further into the house. “I know you’re angry. You have every right to be. But let’s no

Shaw gripped the doorknob tightly, his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he stared at the woman standing in front of him.Alicia.It had been years since he last saw her. Years since she walked out of his life without a single word. He had convinced himself she was gone for good, a part of his past that would never resurface. Yet here she was, standing on his doorstep as if she had never left.But it wasn’t just her presence that sent his world tilting off its axis.She wasn’t alone.Clutching tightly onto her hand was a small boy—no older than four—with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Eyes that mirrored his own so perfectly that it stole the breath from his lungs.Shaw swallowed hard, his grip on the doorknob tightening. His mind screamed at him to deny it, to look away, to refuse to acknowledge what was standing right in front of him.“You…” His voice was hoarse, the words sticking in his throat. “What are you doing here?”Alicia arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sm

Mia stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over her skin as she took a deep breath. She wanted to leave early, knowing that Shaw’s place was quite a distance away and that traffic might hold her up. She didn’t want to arrive late, especially when he was cooking for her. The thought of him in the kitchen made her smile. She had never really imagined him doing something as domestic as preparing a meal, but the idea was oddly endearing.After rinsing off, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked into her bedroom. She stood in front of her closet, scanning through her clothes. She didn’t want to overdress and make it seem like she was trying too hard, but she also didn’t want to show up looking too casual. Settling on a pair of well-fitted jeans and a simple yet elegant top, she got dressed and brushed through her hair, letting it fall naturally over her shoulders.Picking up her phone, she quickly typed out a message:Mia: On my way. See you soon.With that, she grabbed he

Maya leaned over the sink in the women’s restroom, cupping cold water in her hands before splashing it onto her face. Droplets trickled down her cheeks as she gripped the sink edge, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her heart twisted painfully in her chest. She looked the same—same dark curls, same expressive brown eyes—but she felt… smaller. Insignificant.Liam barely acknowledged her tonight.The thought sent a fresh wave of unease coursing through her. Had he even noticed when she excused herself from the table? Did he care?Her fingers clenched into fists as a more troubling thought took root in her mind.‘Was he going to dump her for another woman?’She shook her head, trying to remove the thought from her mind. But was it really that ridiculous? The way he looked at Kim, the way they whispered conspiratorially over dinner—it was enough to make anyone suspicious.“No. I won’t let that happen,” she whispered, her voice firm even as doubt gnawed at her. She straightened her

Another picture of Mia and Shaw was on the news. Some people might have been getting tired of it, but Kim couldn’t get enough. The good part of her plan was just getting started, and she wasn’t going to let anybody jeopardize that. But she had another plan. As she was swirling her win in her glass, she smiled to herself. Her phone rang just beside her. As she saw the name on the caller ID, she smiled. It was just the person that she had been waiting for the whole time. She picked the phone up, and answered.“We’re here with them ma’am,” her guard’s voice came at the other end.“At the airport?” she asked, and the man grunted in response.“And the kid?”“We’re here with him too.” She couldn’t even stop herself from beaming. It was another part of her plan. If she couldn’t have Shaw, then nobody could. She didn’t mind how much she was spending to get all that information about him. Digging up the past and everything. She was sure that he didn’t tell Mia about that part of his life. An

~••~Aleksei~••~I arrived sooner than I should have, with my new mobile for Ava tucked in my pocket. She might have been clever enough to sneak her calls behind my back, but she wasn’t clever enough to outsmart me.Stepping into the parlor, I immediately noticed her absence. Ava usually curled up in the sitting room with a book or indulged in one of those overly cheerful romantic comedies she seemed to adore. But the space was empty, the silence stretching.I looked around the library, a place she virtually owned. The scent of old books permeated the air, yet there was no sign of Ava. That left only one place.Wandering down the hallway, I felt no desire to knock, so I simply pushed open her door.Lying on the bed, she sat with a cell phone grasped in her hand. Her head sprang up, and her eyes widened like a deer caught in the beams of a car headlights.“Aleksei…” she said hesitantly, her smile forced and weak. She instantly threw the phone onto the bed, as if that could change what

~••~Ava~••~My thumb hovered above the cell phone in my hand, particularly at Dmitri's number. Father said I shouldn't call, but how could I relay a message without calling them? But then again, this wasn't even about them.Taking in a deep breath, I dialled the number. After a few rings, the call connected. "Dmitri." I said and heard his sharp intake of breath."Ava..." He said exasperatedly, "Father said you shouldn't use the cell again."I rolled my eyes, after they'd call me stupid. "How am I supposed to relay my message then?"Dmitri sighed, "What is It? Has something new happened?" He asked.I bit my lips, "Nothing actually. Just taking care of some traitors as I heard yesterday." I shrugged. Aleksei doesn't have most of his meetings here at home, and even if he does, it's usually in his office inside his room. So to get to his office, I must be inside his room and that's a risk I don't want to take.‘Yeah, says someone who tried to kill him six times.’ I roll my eyes at my inne

Chapter 12~••~Ava~••~I watched, dumbstruck, how my husband wiped his damp hair with a small towel. His back to me. His arm muscles rippled with his movements. I knew Aleksei was muscular, but I didn't know he was this mouthwatering muscular. He was only dressed in black pants that hung on his waist, letting me see his toned waist. Fuck, he was delectable."Are you just going to stand there, wife?" It was the first time he called my wife and I'm sure my cheeks were tinted pink.I cleared my throat and closed the door, standing right before the wood as though it would offer some help. "I came to call you down for lunch." I said with a calm I certainly don't feel."You did, didn't you?" He dropped the towel and turned, and I,oh dear God, choked on my next breath. His front side is even more breathtaking!He slowly stalked toward me, swaying his strong waists as he came and pinned me with his body against the door. I couldn't even breathe. "Didn't expect you to, though."What? "You exp

~••~Aleksei~••~"Did something happen today, Ava?" I asked, staring at her. She narrowed her eyes then raised her left elegant brow."No, are you expecting something to happen?" She responded and I shook my head. "It's strange. You should've been making your next murder attempt. Why are you sitting here watching Igor who doesn't like you?" She glared at me and I chuckled. I like it when she glares."I'm not interested in killing you anymore, since you've proved to be immortal." She snorted and I laughed. "By the way, Igor isn't chasing me away, I don't see how sitting here is any of your concerns." She said then continued watching them."I'm not immortal. Your attempts are too sloppy. I would've said to try guns, but there's no way you can get them." I watched as her eyes moved back to me and widened."Are you giving me tips on murdering you, dear husband?" Gosh, it's criminal how much I love the sound of her calling me ‘husband’. I shrugged, "Don't you need it?" She scoffed then r

••Ava••~You know after that little event of trying to murder my Devil of a husband that went to a drain? Yeah, the other five tries went to a drain as well.Day one; I tried snuffing his life out by suffocating him with a pillow. He didn't even fucking thrash, he only held out his hands and gripped my waist as I straddled him. Rubbing the skin and I had to get the hell away from his room because I didn't know what the fuck I was feeling!Day two; Another knife attempt but Igor caught me. Oh it so didn't go well. He yelled what I'm sure were cursed words in Russian then chased me the fuck out of the kitchen. I had to go back and sleep.Day three; I rigged the balcony railing to collapse. Genius plan—until Aleksei turned the tables and pulled me out onto the balcony, insisting I enjoy the view with him. The railing gave way under it, and instead of falling to his death, we ended up in a tangled heap on the grass below. His laughter echoed as he held me close, checking for injuries. I d

~••Ava••~After Aleksei left the sitting room, I practically ran up to my own room. I shut and clicked the door locked, going to the wardrobe where I had stashed my phone under many panties. I shuffled for it and when I found it, I went back to the bed, sitting at the edge and then I dialled Dmitri's number. After three rings, it connected."Ava? You took your phone with you?" The question came out exasperatedly."Yeah I had to. I don't think they noticed, if not they would've come to collect it." I told him and he sighed out."That's very dangerous, Ava." I rolled my eyes, it seemed like this was the day everyone told me how dangerous my situation is. "If he catches you, it won't be funny.""Exactly why I wouldn't let him catch me, Dmitri. I'm smarter than that. I called because... I'm attempting to kill him." The name isn't necessary as I'm certain he knows as hell who I'm speaking about.There's a long pause on his end before he said; "Be careful, Ava. I don't want anything happeni