LILIYA
I have decided not to shed another tear. I've made up my mind—nothing about my parents, Nessa, or Henri will break me down again. Instead, I will ensure that they all regret ever treating me this way. My sad day began yesterday, but today feels like the worst day of my life, especially since I can't figure out what Dice is planning. Why has he wanted to marry me for three years? "Oh my goodness, I'm so freaking scared," I mumbled, trembling. It was raining heavily and cold outside, but I knew that my shivers were partly due to the anxiety about what Dice might have in store for me. I never expected to be heading to Dice's house today. It all happened so quickly! I thought I would have some time to prepare myself both mentally and physically, but I was mistaken. As soon as I told Papa that I was going to marry Dice, he informed me that Dice's driver was already waiting outside for me to leave immediately. I was taken aback because... The driver had been there the entire time, even before I said that I would marry Dice. I couldn't shake the fear of having to live with that monster from now on. Here I was, sitting in the back of the car, lost in my thoughts. We had been on the road for hours, and though it was already night, we still hadn't reached Dice's house. The ride was silent, with the driver not uttering a word and me lost in my own thoughts. I couldn't shake the anxiety about what awaited me the moment I set foot in Dice's house. I realized I had made a choice that felt both wrong and right at the same time. On one hand, I would be able to make my parents, Nessa and Henri, regret their actions. But the part that felt wrong was the source of my fear right now. The atmosphere in the car was growing increasingly uncomfortable, and I felt compelled to speak up. It wasn't that I was impatient to reach Dice's house; rather, I was extremely hungry and weak. I hadn't eaten anything since morning, and I felt like I might faint at any moment. "Hey, is there a restaurant nearby? I'm starving and really need to eat," I said, knowing I needed food to prepare myself for what awaited me at Dice's house. After all, he was the guy I had mistaken for a stranger last night, and we had ended up sleeping together—he took my virginity. Facing him would be challenging, but I had to do it so I need to... Tried my best to avoid showing any weakness in front of Dice; it was the only way to protect myself from whatever sinister plans he might have for me. To stay strong, I knew I needed to eat. I was taken aback when the driver didn’t respond or say a word—he simply kept driving. I was in a daze for a few minutes before I finally regained my composure. Is that a sign? A glimpse of how I’ll be treated in Dice’s house? Oh no! I’ve really gotten myself into trouble, and I can only hope I’ll manage to get through it. I resolved not to ask the driver anything else or say another word. Is he mute? The thought crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. I hoped I wouldn’t pass out from hunger before we reached Dice's house. Once again, the car fell silent, with only the sound of tires on the road breaking the silence. I couldn’t shake off the unsettling thoughts about Dice, and before I knew it, my eyelids grew heavy, and I dozed off in the car. A few hours later... The massive gate opened automatically, and the driver drove the car inside, coming to a stop in the parking area. Despite the heavy rain, the beauty of the residence remained undeniable. The house was adorned with exquisite lights and stunning furniture, making it appear even more magnificent than a palace. The driver stepped out into the rain and opened the back door, then tapped the roof of the car loudly to rouse me from my deep sleep. My eyes flew open in an instant, filled with fear. I began to glance around nervously. "We're here," he said, handing me an umbrella so I could get out of the car. I placed a hand on my chest and took a deep breath. He had startled me when he hit the car, and since I was still half-asleep, my mind raced with thoughts of danger. My heart was pounding with fear—not just from the way the driver had hit the car, but also because of Dice. Now that I was in his house, only he knew what he had planned for me. "Will you get out of the car already?" the driver snapped, irritation evident in his voice. I couldn't help but wonder why he was so cold towards me, especially since he didn't know me. Was it the instructions Dice had given him to treat me harshly? Since he didn't care anyway. I swallowed hard, contemplating why the driver was speaking to me like this. Nevertheless, I slowly stepped out of the car, holding the umbrella over my head, even though the driver had chosen not to use one. "What's your name? And let's use this umbrella to—" I was interrupted as the driver abruptly closed the car door and walked straight into the house without a word. "What the hell is wrong with him? Why is he being so cold?" I muttered to myself, feeling disheartened. It hit me that this was how I would be living for the next three years. Realizing I was the only one left outside, I quickly rushed into the house. "Wow! I can't believe that monster is this rich," I mumbled, my jaw dropping as I took in the grandeur of the stunning living room. Just then, someone spoke up behind me. "Follow me," the woman said coldly. At that moment, I realized that this was how everyone in the house would treat me. Still, I hurried to follow her before she disappeared from view. When we reached the door, she urged me to go inside before rolling her eyes and walking away. I realized I needed to pull myself together; I would have to get used to their behavior. It was disheartening, but for the sake of my plans, I was determined to endure it all, no matter what. I pushed the door open and gasped in awe as the breathtaking bedroom came into view. Is this really the room I'll be staying in? It's ten times better than the bedroom I had in the house I called home, despite my parent's actions. Overcome with excitement, I leaped onto the bed—until the bathroom door suddenly swung open... I gasped in shock and fear as Dice emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair down to his chest. He looked like an irresistibly hot devil, and my eyes couldn't stop widening."Who gives you the right to sleep on my bed?" Dice's cold voice echoed in the room, and I quickly jumped to my feet."I... I didn't mean to..." I stammered, twisting my fingers together in a futile attempt to calm my trembling.What the hell is wrong with me? This isn't part of my plan; everything will be ruined if I don't get it together. I shouldn't be trembling like this in front of him. If I show any weakness, he'll use it to his advantage, thinking he can make my life miserable and make me suffer—just like he intended. But I won't let that happen.I need to start acting brave in front of him; I won’t give him the chance to make me suffer. If I want to move past my misery, I have to stand my ground.I took a deep breath and looked straight into Dice's eyes. His voice from last night felt different from the one he was using now, and his expression was not friendly at all."Does that mean he doesn't know it was me last night?" I thought, wondering what the hell was going on in his m
I yawned and stretched my arms as I slowly opened my eyes. A ray of sunlight streamed across my face, prompting a smile to escape my lips."What a beautiful morning! I'm determined to make today just as lovely, unlike the sad mornings I usually wake up to," I mumbled, sitting up in bed. I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness inside me, and I realized it was because I was the one frustrating Dice instead of the other way around. Honestly, I deserve an Oscar for how I spoke to him last night.I have overcome my fear of him, and I never expected it to happen so quickly. But here I am, no longer afraid. No matter what he plans to do, I know I can't stop him from some things, so I’ll make sure to repay him in kind and hit him back twice as hard.I got off the bed, ready to head to the bathroom to freshen up, a bright smile still lingering on my face."I'm more than ready for him today. Since he said today would be the day my suffering begins, I'm prepared for whatever today brings,"
The ride was silent. Too silent.I sat in the back seat, staring out the tinted window as the car moved smoothly along the road. Dice was right beside me, looking ahead, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t said a single word to me since I got into the car, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.I stole a glance at him. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, his dark hair slightly tousled as if he had run his fingers through it a few too many times. His jaw was tense, and his lips were pressed into a firm line. He looked... irritated? No. Frustrated? Maybe.I smirked.I had expected this. He was probably still angry about last night, still seething that I had refused to crumble under his intimidation. That was fine. He could be mad all he wanted. It only made this game more fun for me.But as much as I enjoyed pushing his buttons, there was something else that kept gnawing at me. Something about this whole situation didn’t feel right.I turned to Claire, who sat i
The hours passed in heavy silence.Liliya sat by the window, running her fingers along the cold glass as she stared at the tall walls around the estate. The sky had darkened, and shadows stretched across the garden paths. The reality of her situation pressed down on her. She was trapped. The door creaked open behind her. She turned quickly, expecting Dice, but it was Claire.“The young master wants to see you,” Claire said softly.Liliya crossed her arms. “Let me guess. Another order I have no choice but to follow?”Claire sighed. “Ma’am, please.”Liliya let out a sharp breath and got up from the window. She didn’t want to see him, but going against Dice never ended well. She had learned that already.As they walked through the dim hallways, Liliya’s mind raced. What did Dice want now? To remind her she had no control? To try and break her again?Claire led her downstairs through several hallways until they reached a large, decorated door. She hesitated, then opened it.Liliya steppe
The grand hall was suffocating.Hundreds of eyes bore into Liliya as she stood at the entrance, her heart pounding like a war drum. The weight of the moment pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The air smelled of expensive perfume, aged wine, and something else—power.This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a show.Dice stood at the end of the aisle, his dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable as always. He looked calm, controlled, as if none of this fazed him. He belonged in this world of wealth and dominance. But Liliya? She was being dragged into it against her will.Her hands trembled at her sides, hidden by the flowing silk of her gown. Every step forward felt like stepping deeper into a trap.Claire nudged her gently. “You have to walk.”Liliya swallowed the lump in her throat. She couldn’t run. Not now. Not with all these people watching.She lifted her chin and took the first step.Then another.And another.Each one echoed in the silence, matching the frantic beat
The wedding had ended, but Liliya didn’t feel like a bride.She felt like a prisoner.The moment the ceremony was over, Dice’s grip on her hand tightened, leading her away from the applause and fake smiles of the guests. He didn’t give her a chance to breathe, to think. She barely registered the grand halls and towering chandeliers as he pulled her through the Romano family estate.Then, suddenly, she was inside a dimly lit room.The door clicked shut behind her.Silence.Liliya’s breath was uneven as she turned to face Dice. His dark eyes were locked onto her, filled with something unreadable.Her chest tightened.The weight of the wedding, the vows, the kiss—it all hit her at once. She was his wife now. At least on paper.But this wasn’t a marriage.It was a war.And she refused to be the one who lost.Liliya lifted her chin. “Are you going to keep dragging me around like a doll, or are you actually going to explain what happens next?”Dice’s lips curled into a smirk, slow and sharp
Liliya knew she was walking through a battlefield.Every step she took inside the Romano estate reminded her that she didn’t belong here. The walls were lined with portraits of the powerful, ruthless men who had built this empire—men who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone who threatened them.And now, she was the biggest threat in their eyes.A woman with no name. No family. A little wealth.Yet, she had married Dice Romano.That made her a problem.And problems in this family didn’t last long.---That afternoon, Liliya returned to the room she had been given. It was luxurious, yet empty—like a golden cage built just for her.She was about to sit when there was a knock on the door.Claire entered, carrying a velvet box. “This arrived for you.”Liliya frowned. “From who?”Claire hesitated. “There was no name.”Liliya’s pulse quickened. Carefully, she took the box and lifted the lid.Inside was a delicate gold bracelet, glittering under the light.Beautiful.Expensive.And dangerous.
Liliya felt like she was walking on thin ice.Every step, every breath, was dangerous.Dice’s father had made his move, and now she was caught in a silent war between father and son.But there was something worse than that.She wasn’t sure if Dice was her shield—or her executioner.---Liliya barely slept.The shadows outside her window haunted her, even though Dice’s men had gotten rid of the intruder. She knew this wasn’t over.When the morning came, she got out of bed, her body tense.Then, she saw it.A single white envelope, placed on the small table near the door.Someone had been in her room.Her heart pounded as she grabbed it. No name. No seal. Just an envelope.With trembling fingers, she tore it open and pulled out a note.It was short.“A wife should know where her husband’s loyalties lie. Would you like to find out? Midnight. The east wing. Come alone.”Liliya’s blood ran cold.This was a trap.A warning.A threat.But she needed answers.And if this note was right… she m
The charity event had ended, but its effects lingered.Liliya sat in the backseat of the car, her hands resting on her lap as she stared out of the window. The city lights blurred past, but her mind was elsewhere.Dice sat beside her, relaxed as if nothing had happened.But something had happened.She had played her role perfectly. She had smiled, laughed, leaned into him.Yet, what unsettled her was that she hadn’t felt like she was acting.Henri’s reaction had given her satisfaction, yes. But the warmth that had curled in her stomach whenever Dice had whispered in her ear or held her a little too close…That had nothing to do with revenge.She stole a glance at Dice, trying to read his expression.He caught her staring and smirked. “Miss me already, wife?”Liliya rolled her eyes, turning away. “I was just wondering how long you planned to keep up this little act.”Dice’s smirk deepened. “As long as it takes.”There was something in his voice that made her heart stutter.“As long as
The next morning, Liliya regretted her decision.Dice’s words from the last night echoed in her mind."Make him jealous."It had seemed like a simple plan, but now that the sun was up and reality had set in, she realized how dangerous this game truly was.She knew Dice wasn’t doing this out of kindness. He wanted something.But so did she.If she had to play the role of the loving wife to get her revenge, then so be it.Still, as she walked down the grand staircase into the dining hall, she felt an unusual nervousness settle in her stomach.Dice was already seated at the head of the table, sipping his morning coffee as if he hadn’t just proposed a twisted game of deception the last night.His eyes flickered to her, assessing. “You’re late.”Liliya arched a brow. “I didn’t know we had a schedule.”Dice smirked. “We do now.”He gestured to the seat beside him. The one she usually avoided.Liliya hesitated but forced herself to move forward, ignoring the way her pulse quickened.She sat
Liliya tossed and turned in her bed, her mind a storm of thoughts. No matter how much she tried to focus on her revenge, Dice’s words kept replaying in her head."Why are you not fighting to leave this marriage again?"She had answered without hesitation. But now, alone in the dark, she questioned herself.With a frustrated sigh, she sat up. Sleep was impossible.She grabbed a silk robe from the chair and wrapped it around herself before stepping out of her room. The mansion was quiet, except for the faint ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway.As she walked past Dice’s study, she noticed the faint glow of light coming from under the door.He was still awake.Liliya hesitated. She could just ignore it and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.But before she could take another step, the door opened.Dice stood in the doorway, his sharp eyes locking onto her instantly.Liliya’s breath hitched. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit—just a simple black shirt and sweatpants. His hair
Liliya’s pulse pounded in her ears as Henri’s smirk deepened. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, a dangerous dance of power and control.Dice remained still beside her, his expression unreadable, but Liliya could feel the tension radiating from him. His grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly, a silent warning that he wasn’t amused by Henri’s presence.Henri’s words lingered in the air."Does he know the truth?"Liliya forced herself to stay composed. She couldn’t let Henri get under her skin—not here, not in front of so many people.Dice’s voice was low and sharp. “If you have something to say, Henri, say it.”Henri chuckled, swirling the champagne in his glass. “Oh, it’s nothing too serious,” he mused. “Just a little something Liliya and I shared in the past.” His gaze flickered to her, full of taunting amusement. “Isn’t that right, darling?”Liliya’s fingers curled into fists.She wanted to slap that smug look off his face.Dice’s jaw clenched, his body shifti
Liliya sat in the grand dining room the next morning, stirring her untouched coffee. The sunlight streaming through the large windows did nothing to warm the cold feeling inside her. Her restless night had left her exhausted, but it wasn’t just the nightmares that haunted her—it was Dice.The way he looked at her last night.The way he had leaned in too close.The way her body had betrayed her, reacting to his touch when it shouldn’t have.She clenched the spoon in her hand.She was here for revenge.Not to get lost in Dice’s twisted games.Across the table, Dice sat silently, flipping through the morning newspaper. He looked completely at ease as if the tension between them didn’t exist.Liliya hated that.How was it so easy for him to act like nothing had happened?Finally, he spoke without looking up.“You’re not eating.”Liliya stiffened.She hadn’t expected him to notice.“I’m not hungry.”Dice smirked, setting the newspaper down.“Strange. You seemed hungry last night.”Liliya’s
Liliya sat in her bedroom, staring at the night sky through the large window. The conversation with Nessa still echoed in her mind."Henri will come for you."A chill ran down her spine.She hated him.She despised him.But she knew Henri well enough to understand that when he wanted something—he wouldn’t stop until he got it.Her fingers curled into fists.Not this time.Not ever again.She wouldn’t let him ruin her life a second time.A knock on the door broke her thoughts.Before she could respond, the door swung open.Dice stepped inside.His presence filled the room instantly, dark and commanding.Liliya’s heart skipped a beat.She hadn’t seen him since Nessa left earlier.Now, he stood in front of her, watching her with those piercing eyes.His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing the firm muscles of his chest. His sleeves were still rolled up, showing his strong forearms.He looked dangerous.But also—Irresistible.Liliya swallowed hard, pushing that thought away.Dice exh
Liliya sat in the grand living room, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair as she waited.The large doors slowly swung open.And then—Nessa walked in.Liliya felt her stomach tighten.Her twin sister looked as perfect as ever, dressed in a pale blue dress that hugged her slim frame. Her long, silky brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a smug smile curled on her lips.It was the same look she had worn that night.The night Liliya had found her in bed with Henri.A wave of anger rushed through Liliya, but she forced herself to stay calm.Nessa tilted her head, studying her.“Sister,” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “You look... well.”Liliya didn’t move.“What do you want?” she asked coldly.Nessa’s smile widened. “Is that any way to greet family?”Liliya’s jaw tightened. “Family?” She let out a small, humorless laugh. “You lost the right to call me that the night you betrayed me.”Nessa sighed dramatically. “Oh, Liliya, must we keep going over th
Liliya stirred in her sleep, her breathing soft and steady.But Dice wasn’t asleep.He lay beside her, his hands folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling.His thoughts were restless.His emotions? Even worse.Liliya had started to slip into places she didn’t belong.His mind.His heart.And Dice hated that.Because feelings made people weak.And he had vowed never to be weak again.Yet here she was, sleeping beside him like she belonged there.Like she wasn’t the same woman he once despised.With a sigh, he turned to look at her.She was facing him now, her long lashes resting against her skin, her lips slightly parted.She looked innocent like this.Like she wasn’t planning her own revenge.Like she wasn’t the woman who had ruined his past.Dice clenched his jaw.He couldn’t let himself forget.He wouldn’t let himself forget.But then—Liliya shifted in her sleep, mumbling something.Dice frowned.He leaned in slightly, listening.And then he heard it.A name.A name that sent
Dice sat in his private study, his fingers drumming against the wooden desk. His expression was calm—too calm.But his eyes?They burned with fury.Henri had walked into his house.Uninvited.Unannounced.And worse—he had been with Liliya.Dice clenched his jaw.Someone had let him in.And that someone was about to suffer.A sharp knock echoed through the room."Enter," Dice said coldly.One of his guards stepped in, his head bowed."We’ve identified the person who allowed Henri in."Dice leaned forward, his eyes narrowing."Who?"The guard hesitated."It was Daniel, sir. One of the new recruits. Henri bribed him."Dice’s lips curled into a sinister smirk."Bribed?" he repeated, his voice dangerously soft.The guard swallowed."Yes, sir. He offered Daniel a large sum of money to look the other way. He thought it was just a small favor."Dice’s fingers curled around the edge of his desk."A small favor," he murmured.Then, without warning—He slammed his fist against the table.The for