Her sister is their parents' golden child, while she's the unwanted one. One day, her sister got an opportunity to be a big name, and the cost was to sleep with an old man. Her sister got reluctant, so their parents forced Lily to replace the sister as they believed her sister deserved a better man. Lily was drugged and ended up sleeping with a stranger. However, a twist of fate came to her, and she couldn't believe herself when her family threw her out on the street for not sleeping with the old man. This led Lily to the question: who exactly did she sleep with that night? And how would she locate him to give him the bad news she has?
View MoreLilyThe moment I walked up to the front door, a strange but exciting feeling bubbled up inside me. It was like my whole body was tingling with anticipation, even though I had no idea why. There was no reason for this giddy feeling, or at least none that I could see but something told me that I was about to walk into the most pleasant surprise of my life. I paused for a second before opening the door, letting the sensation wash over me, wondering what could possibly be waiting on the other side.As I stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was the soft, delicate petals of my favorite flowers—lilies—scattered all over the floor. They formed a beautiful, fragrant path leading further into the house. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight, my eyes wide with amazement. This was all too perfect, too magical. I followed the trail, my breath catching in my throat, my mind racing with possibilities.And then, I saw him—Noah, my love, my heart, my everything. He was there, at the end
NoahI knew it was time. I could feel it in every beat of my heart, in the way my breath caught whenever Lily walked into the room, and in the way her laughter filled the empty spaces in my soul. We'd been through so much together—every trial, every challenge had only strengthened the bond we shared. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the one, my other half, the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I had thought about it for a long time, turning the idea over in my mind, imagining the look in her eyes when I finally asked her that all-important question. But today, as I sat in the quiet of the morning, I knew there was no better time than now."Ethan," I called out, my voice trembling slightly as I walked into his room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone, but he looked up at me immediately, sensing the seriousness in my tone. I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. Ethan had always been my rock, my confidan
NoahI walked into my mother’s house that morning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air as Monica and Charles were engaged in their usual morning routine. Their eyes lit up when they saw me, a subtle reminder of how my presence could break the monotony of their workday.“Good morning, Noah!” Monica greeted me with a bright smile, her enthusiasm evident even before she glanced up from her paperwork.“Morning, Monica. Charles,” I said, acknowledging Charles with a nod. “I’ve got some important news. Lily and our daughter are coming back soon.”The room buzzed with a sudden wave of excitement. Monica’s eyes widened, and she quickly straightened her desk, the anticipation clear on her face.“Really? That’s wonderful news!” she exclaimed.“We’ve missed them so much. It’s been too long.”Charles, who had been quietly organizing files, looked up with a grin that spoke volumes. “It’s about time, Noah. We’ve been eagerly waiting for their return. The house isn’t the same wit
LilyThe evening sun cast a warm, golden glow across the room as I sat by the window, my hands resting on my swollen belly. The baby kicked softly, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside me, a life that would soon be born into a world of peace and safety—thanks to Noah. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how much he had done for us, how he had moved mountains to ensure that I never had to face the nightmares that had once haunted my every waking moment. I knew I was safe, and that knowledge was a comfort I clung to with every fiber of my being.“Noah,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if saying his name would summon him. I could almost feel his presence, his unwavering strength, and the way he always seemed to know exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t know it myself. “You’ve given me everything I never knew I needed. How did I get so lucky?”It hadn’t been easy. I knew that. There were days when I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of the wor
Noah The moment I stepped into the police station, the air felt thick with tension. The fluorescent lights flickered slightly, casting a cold, sterile glow over the room. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to remain calm. I knew what I had to do, and I wasn’t about to let my emotions betray me. As I approached the front desk, the officer on duty barely glanced up from his paperwork. "Name?" he asked in a monotone voice, as if he had done this a thousand times before. "Noah," I replied, my voice steady. "I'm here to speak with Detective Carter about Natalie." The officer finally looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he recognized the name. "Wait here," he muttered before picking up the phone and making a quick call. Moments later, a tall man with graying hair and a stern expression emerged from a side door. Detective Carter. He gave me a once-over, his eyes lingering a little too long as if trying to read me before I even opened my mouth. "Noah," he said, his
Lily As I rocked my baby to sleep, the rhythmic motion of the chair seemed to lull not just the little one but also my restless thoughts. The night was quiet, save for the soft, steady breathing of my child against my chest, but my mind was anything but calm. There was this gnawing feeling at the pit of my stomach, an unease that I couldn't shake off no matter how much I tried to convince myself that everything was fine. I hadn't heard from Noah in hours, which wasn't entirely unusual—he was a busy man, after all. But tonight, the silence felt different, more profound, like an omen hovering over me, warning me that something was off. I looked down at my baby, their innocent faces so peaceful, so unaware of the turmoil swirling inside me. I should be focusing on them, on this perfect moment, but instead, my thoughts kept drifting back to Noah. "He’s fine," I whispered to myself, almost as if saying it out loud would make it true. "He’s always fine." Yet, the words felt hollow, like
Ethan I was lounging on the couch, trying to unwind after a long day when my phone buzzed in my pocket. The screen lit up with Noah’s name, and a knot tightened in my stomach. We hadn’t spoken in a few days, and I could sense the urgency in his voice the moment I picked up. "Ethan," he said, skipping any formalities. His voice was steady, but I could hear the underlying tension. "Did you do what I asked? Did you hide all the evidence of Natalie’s disappearance?" I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice calm and reassuring. "Yeah, Noah. I took care of everything. I made sure there’s no trace left behind. No one’s going to find anything." There was a brief silence on the other end, and I could almost picture Noah running a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was deep in thought or worried. "Good," he finally said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced. "But we’ve got a problem. The police... they’re snooping around. They’ve been asking questions, poking into pl
Noah I was sitting in my office, the warm glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. The paperwork on my desk seemed never-ending, a constant reminder of the chaos Natalie had unleashed on my life. I had been trying to focus, to push all thoughts of her out of my mind, but the gnawing anxiety was hard to shake. My pen hovered over a document, the ink pooling at the tip as I paused, lost in thought. Just then, the door creaked open, and my secretary, a woman who rarely showed any emotion, stepped in with an unusually tense expression. I looked up, catching the tightness in her jaw, the way she hesitated for a fraction of a second before speaking. "Boss" she began, her voice steady but laced with something I couldn't quite place. "There are some policemen at the reception. They’re asking to see you in connection to the disappearance of... Natalie." The mention of her name sent a cold shiver down my spine, but I forced myself to rema
Lily It had been a long day, and the quiet of the evening settled around me like a heavy blanket, reminding me of just how much I missed the familiar buzz of the office. With a sigh, I reached for my phone, my fingers instinctively finding Monica’s number. As the line rang, I felt a pang of homesickness wash over me, stronger than I had anticipated. The warmth of her voice when she answered immediately brought a smile to my face. “Lily! It’s so good to hear from you! We’ve all been missing you so much around here,” Monica’s voice was full of genuine enthusiasm, and I could almost picture her bright smile on the other end of the line. “Chris was just saying the other day how quiet the place has been without you.” I couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound of her voice easing the tightness in my chest. “I miss you guys too, more than I can even say. It’s strange being away for so long. Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out on everything happening back at the office.” “We’re just c
Lily's POV"What on earth are you saying?!""You heard us right." My mother snapped, her brown eyes glaring down at me. "You're going to sleep with Ford Maxwell so your sister can work in that model agency. She has always wanted to and you know it!" I stood at the door, staring at my family in horror. The Morgans. An almost perfect family with a very unwanted daughter. My parents made no effort to hide that they didn't want me. Hell sometimes, I wondered if they were my parents at all. I glanced past my mother at my father who sat on the couch in the living room, acting like the conversation wasn't happening right before him. He never really did care about me. It didn't matter that our hair were the same Chestnut brown, or that our eyes were hazel, or that we had the same allergies and traits. To Clinton Morgan, I simply did not exist. "Why do I have to sleep with anyone? I don't understand," I threw back at my mother. I had just arrived from my work at the coffee shop where I w...
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