~Lilith's POV~It can’t be true, right? What kind of nonsense is this? Ha! What has my foolhardy stubbornness gotten me into now?Bastian has two children with his brother’s wife? This family gives off serious horror movie vibes, one terrible secret after another, and somehow, I’m always caught in the middle of this madness. I need to leave.I turn away, trying to move my stiff legs, but they feel like lead. I drag them forward, forcing myself to walk, ignoring the way Bastian’s face drains of color when our eyes meet. His blue eyes are filled with fear. Hurt."Lilith, please, wait." His voice is desperate. No, I can't. I just need to get out of here. I can’t be here."Please, just listen to me," he says, his voice breaking in a way that shreds my heart into a million pieces.I want to stay. I want to hold him, tell him everything is okay—but I can’t. I’m too young for this level of drama. My own family is already a mess with my mother’s controlling ways, and now this? I can't afford
~Lilith’s POV~I gaze at Bastian's sorrowful eyes as he limps off, not from a physical injury. I doubt he even registered his hurt physically. The bruises on his face were evident from the number Alfonso did to him.Bastian continues to wander off. I wince at his swollen jaw. I wanted to call his attention to his injury but I doubt he cares. The pain he is currently feeling, is in his heart not his body. This man has been so hurt countless times by his family since I came here. They have not treated him as one of theirs. They treated him more like a stranger than their son.He looks dazed, a shadow of the man that had been in my bed earlier. All I could think about were ways I could take his pain away."Let me help you." I ran and offered my hands and shoulders to him so he could lean on. But Bastian doesn’t. He pulls away from me.I would do anything to wipe that haunted look from his eyes, yet I didn’t know how to. And if he doesn’t come to me, I don't know how I would be able to h
~Lilith's POV~Thoughts of Jamie circled around my mind. I couldn't shake the guilt I was feeling. Maybe I was too harsh. Regardless, someone needed to tell him.Maybe I shouldn't have been that someone. Jamie is an elder. When I was younger, my parents taught me that it was never the place of a younger person to correct an elder.Why they said that, I don't know. Why I am adhering to that instruction, I don't know either. But if an elder, just like Jamie, is doing wrong, shouldn't a younger one say something?Ahh... I don't know. I just spoke the truth as I saw it. As an elder, he should know he is hurting his son. Maybe it wasn't my place, but I have done it. I will just avoid him for now, just in case he is angry.Meanwhile, as for Alfonso, I can never see him as an elder. He doesn't deserve such respect from me. I can't ignore or forget the horrible words he said."Look who we have here."I could never forget that voice, no matter where I am thrown.I didn't say anything, or rathe
~Lilith's POV~When I got to Bastian's room, I could hear low, harsh whispers. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I swear, but I couldn’t help it.Bastian’s voice sounded so broken that it tore at something inside me, a piece of me, longing to take away all his hurt.“How could you do this to me?” he yelled, his voice hitching, and the raw pain in it shattered my heart into a million broken pieces.“What do you mean you didn’t mean to hurt me? And yet, you kept the fact that you got pregnant with my child after you literally drugged me to get back at your husband?!” he snarled.I had never heard Bastian sound so angry. He was such a sweet soul, but these people; his own family, had pushed him to the edge. And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was speaking to Alfonso’s wife.“I don’t want to meet with you, Lucy.”That confirmed my suspicion. It was Lucy. The woman had the nerve! She had used Bastian to get back at her husband, and now she wanted to use him again, to save her son. Well, logically, Bas
~Bastian's POV~Do I hate myself? Yes. Do I feel like ending it? Yes. Am I tired of everything? Yes. Yes, and yes again.Yet, in the midst of all this, all I could see was the little woman standing up for me. No one ever did. They all blamed me. Whoever heard the story without knowing everything blamed me.As a growing adult, unable to bear the accusatory eyes and demeaning words, I had left home with Ellara, fully intending never to look back. Like a ray of sunshine, Ellara and I found out three months later that we were expecting our first child.Like a fool always seeking his parents’ validation, I had called home to share the good news. And what had my father's reply been? "You dare have a child after destroying your brother's home?"I dare? What do you mean? How many times do I have to tell you that Lucy drugged me? They faulted me even when I told them the truth.One truth I’m a hundred percent sure of, that my dad isn’t aware of, is that Lucy found out his golden boy, Alfonso,
~Lilith’s POV~Where are the meds? I can't find them. Bastian doesn't look good. What should I do? No, Lilith, just concentrate on finding the medications. Why didn’t he say anything?Even in the midst of all this, his family was still frustrating him. Mad people everywhere.A loud thud echoes through the room, so loud that I fear whatever falls is already broken.I shouldn't have left him. That was the thought that crossed my mind when I saw him.Bastian had fallen. He was the one that had fallen. When did he stand? Wasn't he sitting on the floor? The sound I heard, it was him? And not an object?The marble wood drawer crashes against my leg, jolting me from my shock. My eyes snap back to him lying there, his eyes wide open. As though, shocked life was being snatched from him.No. No. No.“Bastiannnnnnnn!”I run with all my might, closing the two feet between us.I lift him up the moment I reach him, his weight heavy against me. His eyes are still bulging.“Please, don't die. I don't
~Lilith’s POV~ Bastian… he’ll be fine, right? Yes, Bastian will be fine. I tried opening my heavy lids, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. What’s happening? Did I fall sick or something? No. I need to wake up. I need to stand up and check on Bastian. I need to remind him not to die on me. Foolish Lilith, foolish Lilith. You caused this. It’s all your fault. You should have paid more attention to him. You should have checked up on him even after you left New York. If anything happens to Bastian, you are to blame. Guilt, shame, and hurt rushed through me. To think I’ve been making life difficult for Bastian… Jesus. What have I done? Why did I let my desires control me? No. First things first, I need to get up from this bed. The smell of antiseptic hits my nostrils. The beeping of a machine. Pain tears through my wrist. My hands feel heavy, just like my lower body. It feels like I’ve been hit by a train. Slowly, I pry my eyes open. A blinding light pierces through my
~Lilith’s POV~The sting of the slap still burned my cheek, but I didn’t care. I had drawn blood. Her blood. That was enough for me. But before I could gloat, before I could even process my next move, the world tilted, and I saw myself being welcomed by the ground.However, hands,strong, and firm, gripped my shoulders, steadying me. My body, about to crumple due to the exhaustion from fighting off the drug, threatened to give out, but those hands held me up. Kept me from falling.“Miss Morrell, are you alright?”That voice sounded so familiar. It felt like I knew it, but I couldn't pinpoint where, so I kept my cool, protecting myself from losing control to the drug.“Miss?” The voice called out again. I wanted to say I was fine, but I couldn't. Not that I didn’t want to, but my lips wouldn’t move.“Leave me alone! I was helping her!”It was the fake nurse from earlier. Whatever exhaustion my body was feeling flew out the hallway.Knowing she could still spill lies that might put me ba
The antiseptic smell of the IV drip hung heavily in the room, hitting my nostrils anew. Jelly's trembling voice broke the suffocating silence Hellena's presence had brought and the trance I was seeking refuge in."Please, ma'am," she pleaded again, her eyes now wide with desperation. "Just let me go, and I promise I'll tell you everything I know."Yes, she had said that before.My heart quickens in excitement, a mix of fear and curiosity dancing within me. I took a cautious step closer, my voice barely above a whisper."What could you possibly know?" I asked again. It was more of a question to myself than to her.Jelly glanced nervously at Dr. Thomas and the officers before focusing back on me. "It's about Ellana, Bastian's late wife."I drew in a deep breath, shocked and appalled at her words. "What do you know about her?" I asked fearfully.Jelly hesitated, wringing her hands. "I know why she died."A cold shiver ran down my spine. "What are you saying?" I asked hoarsely. This was b
We all turned toward the voice that had bellowed that question. I instantly tensed when my eyes met the cold ones of Bastian’s mother. Hellena Lockhart’s sharp voice silenced the yelping of the struggling Jelly. She stood at the doorway, her presence commanding immediate attention.“What’s going on here?” she repeated.Her gaze swept across the room, looking at everyone as if they were insignificant. Even Dr. Thomas wasn’t spared from her disgust. Rather, her eyes shot daggers at him.Finally, her eyes landed on me, burning with an intensity that made my heart race, not with fear, but with anger and bitterness. If I were still trying to be in her good graces, like I had before, the weight of her stare would have been suffocating and overwhelming.But now? I didn’t care.A lump formed in my throat, stopping me from spitting out the venomous words stuck at the tip of my tongue.“You,” she spat, stepping forward with a pointed finger. Her face twisted into a mask of pure rage. “This is a
Chapter 41: Has the operation been scheduled?What did she just say? First madam. Hellena or Rebecca, which one? If they drugged me, what about Bastian? My heart skipped a beat. They did something to Bastian." No, don't take her away," I screamed in fear. My palms became clammy with anxiety as my legs shook, almost giving out again.However, I am held by Dr. Thomas. I felt grateful towards him. Only God knows what Jelly would have done to me if it were not for him." Why?" I knew what he was asking without further clarification. " I need to know who was responsible." I simply stated. My voice, calmer than how I am actually feeling inside." Hmm." He turned to the two security guards who were holding the struggling Jelly down. " Hold her down, so she doesn't escape." The guards did as they were commanded.Jelly calmed after her hands were restrained behind her back. She looked fiercely at the guards. If we didn't know better, we would think that she was the one wronged and not me."
~Bastian's POV~She was here. Ellara and Sofia. They looked so happy and peaceful. If I hadn’t failed them, this is how they were supposed to be, filled with happiness when they were with me.I trailed after them through the wild field of sunflowers and lilies, the air fragrant with their scent, fresh and unpolluted. It was clean. It was refreshing.An overwhelming sense of peace washed over me. I had finally left it all behind. I could finally rest, rest from the guilt, the pain, the hurt, and the failures. My parents, my sins, my regrets, it was all behind me now. That was a good thing. That’s what I should have been thinking.So why was my peace being interrupted by the green-eyed, red-haired spitfire I left behind? Would she be fine? No, I didn’t think she would. Knowing Lilith, she would blame herself.I had heard her crying, soaking me with her tears, yet I couldn’t open my eyes. My eyelids were too heavy. No matter how hard I tried to move, I was stuck.I knew then and there, m
~Lilith’s POV~The sting of the slap still burned my cheek, but I didn’t care. I had drawn blood. Her blood. That was enough for me. But before I could gloat, before I could even process my next move, the world tilted, and I saw myself being welcomed by the ground.However, hands,strong, and firm, gripped my shoulders, steadying me. My body, about to crumple due to the exhaustion from fighting off the drug, threatened to give out, but those hands held me up. Kept me from falling.“Miss Morrell, are you alright?”That voice sounded so familiar. It felt like I knew it, but I couldn't pinpoint where, so I kept my cool, protecting myself from losing control to the drug.“Miss?” The voice called out again. I wanted to say I was fine, but I couldn't. Not that I didn’t want to, but my lips wouldn’t move.“Leave me alone! I was helping her!”It was the fake nurse from earlier. Whatever exhaustion my body was feeling flew out the hallway.Knowing she could still spill lies that might put me ba
~Lilith’s POV~ Bastian… he’ll be fine, right? Yes, Bastian will be fine. I tried opening my heavy lids, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. What’s happening? Did I fall sick or something? No. I need to wake up. I need to stand up and check on Bastian. I need to remind him not to die on me. Foolish Lilith, foolish Lilith. You caused this. It’s all your fault. You should have paid more attention to him. You should have checked up on him even after you left New York. If anything happens to Bastian, you are to blame. Guilt, shame, and hurt rushed through me. To think I’ve been making life difficult for Bastian… Jesus. What have I done? Why did I let my desires control me? No. First things first, I need to get up from this bed. The smell of antiseptic hits my nostrils. The beeping of a machine. Pain tears through my wrist. My hands feel heavy, just like my lower body. It feels like I’ve been hit by a train. Slowly, I pry my eyes open. A blinding light pierces through my
~Lilith’s POV~Where are the meds? I can't find them. Bastian doesn't look good. What should I do? No, Lilith, just concentrate on finding the medications. Why didn’t he say anything?Even in the midst of all this, his family was still frustrating him. Mad people everywhere.A loud thud echoes through the room, so loud that I fear whatever falls is already broken.I shouldn't have left him. That was the thought that crossed my mind when I saw him.Bastian had fallen. He was the one that had fallen. When did he stand? Wasn't he sitting on the floor? The sound I heard, it was him? And not an object?The marble wood drawer crashes against my leg, jolting me from my shock. My eyes snap back to him lying there, his eyes wide open. As though, shocked life was being snatched from him.No. No. No.“Bastiannnnnnnn!”I run with all my might, closing the two feet between us.I lift him up the moment I reach him, his weight heavy against me. His eyes are still bulging.“Please, don't die. I don't
~Bastian's POV~Do I hate myself? Yes. Do I feel like ending it? Yes. Am I tired of everything? Yes. Yes, and yes again.Yet, in the midst of all this, all I could see was the little woman standing up for me. No one ever did. They all blamed me. Whoever heard the story without knowing everything blamed me.As a growing adult, unable to bear the accusatory eyes and demeaning words, I had left home with Ellara, fully intending never to look back. Like a ray of sunshine, Ellara and I found out three months later that we were expecting our first child.Like a fool always seeking his parents’ validation, I had called home to share the good news. And what had my father's reply been? "You dare have a child after destroying your brother's home?"I dare? What do you mean? How many times do I have to tell you that Lucy drugged me? They faulted me even when I told them the truth.One truth I’m a hundred percent sure of, that my dad isn’t aware of, is that Lucy found out his golden boy, Alfonso,
~Lilith's POV~When I got to Bastian's room, I could hear low, harsh whispers. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I swear, but I couldn’t help it.Bastian’s voice sounded so broken that it tore at something inside me, a piece of me, longing to take away all his hurt.“How could you do this to me?” he yelled, his voice hitching, and the raw pain in it shattered my heart into a million broken pieces.“What do you mean you didn’t mean to hurt me? And yet, you kept the fact that you got pregnant with my child after you literally drugged me to get back at your husband?!” he snarled.I had never heard Bastian sound so angry. He was such a sweet soul, but these people; his own family, had pushed him to the edge. And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was speaking to Alfonso’s wife.“I don’t want to meet with you, Lucy.”That confirmed my suspicion. It was Lucy. The woman had the nerve! She had used Bastian to get back at her husband, and now she wanted to use him again, to save her son. Well, logically, Bas