Entering the door first, wearing a grim expression on his face, was Father. Walking alongside him was Mom, with an equally grim expression plastered across her beautiful face. The sight made me bite my lower lip in guilt. I made them worry again, I thought to myself, sighing. Following behind Sophia and Philip were my brothers—six of them—looking worried as hell. My whole family was almost complete; only Grandma was missing. The sight of them elicited more attention from the crowd gathered around the area. Everyone instantly recognized them.The group immediately rushed in my direction as they quickly spotted me seated on one of the plush velvet sofas adorning the lobby. Mom reached me first. “Are you okay, Lily?” she asked as she sat down beside me. Her eyebrows scrunched in worry as she examined me from head to toe. When she saw my red and swollen ankles, her frown deepened even more. “It's worse than I imagined,” she mumbled under her breath.“I'm fine, Mom,” I told her, but it did
Won't he stop bothering me? I thought to myself, exasperated. He's up to something again, but whatever that is, I won't allow it to happen. Ignoring his persistent calls, I clambered down from the car and winced at the excruciating pain in my ankles. I almost forgot about my injury, I mused to myself, followed by a groan. Luis came to me and lifted me up from the car seat, then made a beeline straight to my room, where he told me my daughter Isabelle was waiting.My brother carried me with ease as though I weighed no more than a feather until we reached my bedroom. I discovered Leilani and a servant were inside when I entered the room; the servant left to give us privacy. Closing the door, Luis carefully lowered me onto the bed.“I'm glad you're fine—aside, of course, from the sprain on your ankle,” Leilani spoke. Her keen eyes surveyed me from head to toe. Worry didn't evidently show on her face, but I could hear it in her voice. “I had a mini heart attack after hearing your mom's fr
A voice inside me reasoned, shattering my illusion that my son was still alive. Summoning all the courage I could muster, I grabbed the phone and stared at the screen once more. A soft whimper tore from my parted lips, and tears drifted down my flushed cheeks as my eyes surveyed the child's hazel-green eyes that reminded me so much of my ex-husband.He looked so much like him! I sobbed, clutching the phone tightly in my shaking fingers. He was just thinner, as though he hadn't been eating well, and his hair was long, as though it hadn't been cut for years. But despite those minor differences, he indeed resembled Dylan. He even had the mole my son had on the side of his eye.Thinking about my son now made old wounds open up. Pain violently hammered my chest until it felt tight, and I had difficulty breathing. Years had passed, and yet I still hadn't moved on from the pain of losing my firstborn. Perhaps I would carry the pain with me for the rest of my life, I thought to myself.I fina
Grey pretty much occupied my mind the whole day. I tried to push him out of my thoughts, but to no avail. Some things, the more you try to get rid of them, the more they refuse to leave your mind. That's exactly what was happening to me. Despite the distraction, I managed to finish things earlier than I expected. Glancing at my wristwatch and seeing that an hour was left before Grey arrived to pick me up, I rose from my swivel chair and fixed my appearance in front of the mirror. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I wanted to look presentable. I thought to myself as I applied a thin layer of lipstick until my lips were shiny and red.Unfastening the pink ribbon that secured my long hair into a ponytail, I let my curly hair cascade down my shoulders like a waterfall. I ran my fingers through the soft strands until there was not a single knot left, then surveyed my reflection once more. A satisfied smile crossed my lips upon seeing the woman standing opposite me in the full-lengt
I swallowed deeply as I watched him hug her back with equal tenderness. My eyes were glued to the pair. I wanted to look away, but my eyes refused to follow any command. They looked so sweet… and oh, so good together… It made my heart ache so badly that I could barely breathe as I continued to watch them. Pain I never knew I was capable of slammed through my chest.Once more, I swallowed the lump in my throat and finally willed myself to shift my attention to my phone, pretending I hadn't seen them. The sound of the door opening made me turn my head. “Shall we go inside?” Grey spoke, and my bubble of thoughts erupted one by one.Catrina Blackwell still stood beside him, her dainty hands possessively wrapped around his arm. She was quietly watching me beneath her exquisite long lashes. Reluctantly, I got out of the car while Grey watched me intently.Are we going to have a dinner date with a third wheel? Or was I the third wheel in this party? I wondered to myself but kept my thoughts
“Do you think I would believe that?” she said softly, looking me straight in the eye. There was a knowing look in her eyes, as though she could read past my thoughts and uncover my deepest, darkest secret. “No one would believe that, Lily. Ask anyone who sees the way you look at him, and they would point out you're lying.”“I'm telling the truth,” I tried to convince her, but the way I said the words wasn't convincing at all. She wasn't buying it.“Nah, I can tell if someone is lying right away. I haven't told you, but I'm a psychology graduate. I studied people's behavior and know when they are being honest or not.”I couldn't take her gaze anymore, and my eyes dropped to the table. It was hard to look at her now that I knew she could read me like an open book.“Both of you are stubborn as hell and refuse to admit the truth,” Catrina mumbled under her breath while shaking her head. “If the two of you were just honest with each other, your complicated love story wouldn't continue to d
I looked at him with my mouth slightly parted open. He always surprises me with his sudden and unexpected questions. I take so much time answering him, fearing my tongue might slip and he would discover the truth if I'm not careful with my response. I swallowed hard. Summoning my voice, I replied, “No, he isn't.”“Are you in love with him?” he asked without looking at me, his soft voice thick with resentment.I could lie at that moment, but I chose to tell the truth and said no. “I will eventually learn how to love him back in time,” I added, much to his chagrin. *Just like the way I'm learning to stop loving you right now,* I honestly thought to myself, feeling so damn lucky he couldn't read my thoughts right now.“Now that I know you aren't his yet, I'm letting you know I'm not going to give you up, Lily. I will fight for you with all the strength and every single ounce of willpower I possess. I will fight for you until you make your decision, and only then will I stop pursuing you
Grey came to my parents asking for their permission to court me while on his knees? Unbelievable! I thought to myself. Wonder, alarm, excitement, and wariness came crashing down on me all at the same time. I looked at Mom and found her giving me another of her mysterious smiles.We finally finished arranging the roses in the vase. Mom rose from her seat and placed the antique vase in the center of the glass table before sitting beside me on the plush sofa. Taking my hand, she spoke, “I only want you to be happy, Lily. And I can see how happy you are when you're with him, even though you try so hard to conceal how you really feel. I know deep down you still love him, but you're afraid to get hurt again. But even though we said yes and allowed him to court you, at the end of the day, you're the one who decides if you will accept him or not in your life. I'm simply telling you to give the man a chance, then make his courtship a living hell.”I looked at Mom with a puzzled expression. Did
**ONE YEAR LATER**Days had turned into weeks, weeks had turned into months, and the months had turned into a full year, but the bouquet of flowers, boxes of chocolates, and romantic letters never stopped coming. Not even for a single day in the entire year.With the amount of effort Grey had put into his courtship, it was hard not to soften and fall for him even more—especially when he visited home every single day to continue what he called “courtship service,” which included being a gardener, a car repairman, an electrician, a plumber, and sometimes a cleaner.I once told him it wasn't necessary for him to do anything like that since we are in modern times. Men no longer woo women and their families by doing house chores, but Grey was stubborn and wouldn’t stop. He told me it was his way of showing respect and dedication to me as his wife, so I allowed him to continue what he was doing and just enjoyed the moment while he was at it.After his ceaseless dedication, Grey's hard work
A few seconds later, the soft voice coming from the bed made Grey and me abruptly pull away from each other so we could look at the bed. We both saw our son looking at us. My heart jumped, and I immediately went to Dylan’s side and grabbed his hand.“Mama.” It was the first word that came from his lips. The sound of his voice made my heart swell with joy. Despite being away from me for years, he had never forgotten that I was his mother. I was so happy that tears welled in my eyes. From looking at me, Dylan’s eyes shifted to his father. He opened his small mouth and, in a soft voice, mumbled, “Papa.”Grey's throat moved as he swallowed hard. I could tell by the way he sucked in a deep breath that he was trying to contain his emotions. “Yes, my little boy, papa is here,” Grey replied, his voice thick with emotion as he spoke. Crossing the small distance between him and the bed, he gently pulled Dylan into his arms. He was trying his best not to burst into tears, but his eyes clearly sh
“For our children, Lily,” he replied, looking me straight in the eyes.For our children… Yeah, for Isabelle and Dylan… But was that enough reason for me to stay? I thought to myself, wanting to actually hear him say that he wanted me to stay with him because he loves me.Grey continued, “I know if you leave, you will take the children with you, and God only knows how long it will be before you return here so Dylan and Isabelle could be with me again. I know I could visit them anytime if you're in Europe, but it wouldn't be enough for me because I want to be with them all the time… I want them to have a complete family, which I never experienced in my life.” His eyes filled with even more emotion as he said those words.Even though I never experienced having an absentee father and an abusive stepmother raising me, I knew that it wasn't easy. To say it was hard was an understatement. Perhaps ‘hell’ would be the right word to describe the situation.Grey had the luxury that everyone want
The room was quiet and still, and for a moment, I thought I was alone. However, when I opened my eyes, I saw that my whole family was inside the room. The only one missing was my grandmother, Leilani, who I bet wasn’t allowed to leave the house considering the time of the night. Slowly, I got up from the sofa. As I did so, I cast a brief glance at the wall clock and was actually surprised to see that it was past three in the morning, which meant I had slept for a straight two hours. Feeling refreshed despite the short hours of sleep, I felt somewhat relaxed, and as the rollercoaster events of last night rushed into my thoughts, I realized how surreal it felt, as though what had happened was only a dream.My gaze surveyed the room, looking for Grey, but he was not inside Dylan’s room.“Lily,” my mom called after she finally noticed I was awake. Everyone in the room looked at me, and they all wore the same worried expression on their faces. I bit my lower lip at the sudden rush of guilt
Grey said nothing. I expected he would snap and lash out at me for keeping the truth from him all this time, but his silence was the reaction I didn't expect. The lack of reaction on his handsome face filled my chest with tension. I would rather see him angry and furious than see that blank expression on him.I held my breath, waiting for him to say something, but even after a minute passed, he didn't open his lips. The only sound I could hear was the hum of the monitor and the thunderous sound of my heartbeat as I prayed he would express how he felt.Please speak… Get mad at me… Lash out at me… Those were the words I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't let them escape my lips.The silence that seemed to go on forever was shattered when he finally opened his lips. “Why did you keep the truth from me, Lily?”His achingly soft voice left a sting in my heart. I bit my lower lip, folded my hands in my lap, and kept the tears from falling down my cheeks as I replied, “It was the best thing
The police finally arrived. Too tired to even move, I stayed in my place. I didn't know how long I'd been seated on the ground until I heard footfalls approaching behind me. Without looking back, I knew it was Grey. I just knew it was him.“Lily?” His soft voice confirmed my assumption, and he pulled to a stop beside me, kneeling on the ground. I raised my tear-streaked eyes to him and saw panic and fear shining through his hazel-green eyes.“Is Dylan alright?” The words barely emerged from his lips. He looked at me with a wretched expression on his face. That must have been the same look on my face when I first thought Dylan was gone.“He's still weak, but Dylan is alright, Grey,” I replied, warm tears flowing down my cheeks in abundance.Grey slumped beside me. The weight he seemed to carry heavily on his shoulders disappeared as he let go of the breath he wasn't aware he was still holding. His hands covered his face, and he stayed that way for a while.“Grey?” I called weakly, wond
Ash landed on the floor, groaning in pain, blood leaking from the grievous wound in his right shoulder. He thrashed and cursed under his breath as he struggled to stop the bleeding, but the pressure he applied wasn't enough to stem the crimson liquid from flowing.All the while, my hawk-sharp eyes remained fixed on him. Just in case he tried to attack or escape, I'd shoot him—not in the shoulder this time, but somewhere more fatal so he wouldn't be able to move again. My fingers were cold and shaking, yet I didn't move the gun away from him for a second, fearing he would take the chance to grab the weapon from me and reverse the situation.“Untie yourself, Grey,” I told him. My eyes remained locked on Ash as I removed the ring from my finger and tossed it to where Grey was seated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up the ring, push the button, and the dagger popped up. He began to cut the rope with the small dagger. “Damn, how did you manage to cut the rope with this?” he mu
The shot reverberated inside the room, mingled with the sound of my own horrified scream. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to strike. I even expected blood to flow from my injury, but there was nothing. Counting a few more seconds, still nothing happened. No wound and no pain. Reluctantly, my eyes opened, and I found Ash looking at me with a sinister grin on his face. The terror he saw in my expression pleased him in a horrible way. He crossed the distance between us and pressed the muzzle of the gun against my temple.The moment the cold, hard metal touched my skin, terror swelled inside me until it grew to the size of a monster. I could barely breathe. Without looking in Grey's direction, I knew he was feeling the same way, watching the gun pressed against my temple. The deafening sound of my heartbeat resounded in my ears, and I wondered if the two men could hear it too. Perhaps they couldn't at all, but I felt as though the world had stopped turning, and the only sound I c
My lips began to tremble. The deafening sound of my heartbeat resounded in my ears. This isn't happening, I told myself as my gaze remained locked on Natalia's dead body, which resembled a pale mannequin. She sat upright on the sofa, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and falling to her lap where her fingers were crossed. She looked alive and dead at the same time. I even tried convincing myself that it wasn't her, that it was just a mannequin, but I couldn't fool myself.I swallowed deep and hard. My eyes snapped shut. I counted to ten, then opened my eyes again, but she didn't disappear, which I had expected. She looked so real, and the thought alone sent shivers down my spine because I knew I would end up just like her if I didn't escape from my captor.“Holy shit,” Grey hissed under his breath in pure disbelief as he finally managed to get up and followed my gaze. “It's Natalia… It's not a mannequin like I thought at first,” he added, confirming my biggest fear. I was stil