♪♪Toxic • Khelani (slowed+reverb)✿✿✿IVAN “YOU think you uncovered my secrets? No, little vixen. I allowed you into my world. I let you step into my trap.” The words slither from my lips like poison, each syllable deliberate, meant to unravel her from within. I watch as Lilah Daniels—Robert Daniels' sister—falters, her lips parting in shock, but the cunning witch quickly hides it, pretending she’s still in control. She’s so convinced that she’s playing this game well, that she’s outsmarting me. But she doesn’t realize that she’s been my puppet from the start.Lilah Daniels... Collecting her information was as easy as opening a door. But the way she cleared her information from everywhere, amused me more than I thought. She’s been defying expectations from the very beginning. I don’t usually concern myself with surprises—they’re a sign of weakness, of a lapse in control. But she’s different.In twenty-seven years, I’ve encountered every type of woman. They're all the same, naive, i
IVAN"You're really letting that witch stay in this house? I can't fucking believe it," Andrey snaps, his voice thick with disbelief. "She'll kill us all, one by one," he continues, his voice trembling with barely contained rage.I can see the concern and fury in his eyes, the kind that seeps in when you realize you're dealing with someone beyond your control. But I’m not interested in his cowardice.That little Daniels slaughtered five of my men, she kidnapped Landon, put one of the warehouse guards in a coma, and damn, she contused Maxim’s cock.Damien, my right hand, leans back in his chair, unimpressed. "Shame on you, Andrey," he sneers. "You sound like a fucking pussy. That bitch would be dead before she even gets close to us."Maxim, still nursing his bruised cock, sniffs pitifully. "She killed my cock. It's not standing anymore." he mutters, the words barely escaping his lips."RIP, Maxim’s cock," Boris quips with a hollow laugh, his expression somewhere between humor and amu
♪♪ Diamond - Rihanna✿✿✿LILAHWho the hell does he think he is?He actually believes I lost the game before it even started? No. He’s wrong—so damn wrong.The game has just begun, and by the end of it, I’ll have won. I’ll kill him. Destroy his precious little empire and find my brother.Lucy paces frantically as I finish recounting what went down in Ivan's office. Her face twists with panic, her voice rising. "So, what now? He knows about you—your whole plan. He’s got his eyes on us, and we can’t make a damn move without him knowing. If he finds out where Robert is, we’re done. All three of us. You can’t just sit here, doing nothing. Do something!""Shh!" I snap, my eyes darting to the corners of the room. "There could be cameras, microphones—God knows what. Keep your voice down."Lucy blinks, then nods, dropping her tone to a harsh whisper. "But what the hell do we do? We can’t stay here. This place is crawling with guards, cameras. We’re trapped. They’ve even posted three guards ri
Lilah's POV: The guard returns a few minutes later, flinging the door open. "The boss doesn't want to talk to you," he declares flatly, then turns and walks away. Lucy and I exchange shocked looks, but a surge of rage rises inside me. "You see? They're going to leave us here until we die. Oh my god, I can't breathe in this room," Lucy whimpers, her voice trembling. "I told you, we're leaving. And I mean it. If we can't get out of this cell, we'll never escape," I snap, frustration seeping into my voice. I stride toward the door and knock sharply. The guard storms back, face twisted in anger as he swings it open again. "What the hell is your problem, bitch?" he growls. What is it with everyone calling me that? I glance past him and notice the other guard isn’t there. This is my chance. Without hesitation, I drive my fist into his face. Pain shoots through my hand; his skin is like iron. But the blow makes him stumble back, furious. He lurches forward, ready to hit m
Lilah's POV:I head down the stairs, each step filling the silence of the mansion. I make my way to the kitchen to find Lucy. But as I approach the kitchen, the quiet is shattered by the sound of yelling.I pause at the doorway, taking in the scene. A tall blonde stands in the center of the room, glaring down at Lucy, who’s holding an empty coffee cup, her face irritated. The blonde woman is stunning, in a sharp, cruel way—perfectly sculpted cheekbones, model-like figure, long legs that belong on a runway. But the look she’s giving Lucy is nothing but nasty and bitchy."How dare you, bitch!" she shrieks, voice like nails on a chalkboard. "How could you ruin my dress? Do you know how much this costs?" She flicks at the coffee stain, a dark blotch spreading across her expensive nude designer dress, her fury radiating like heat.“Oh, how on earth would an ugly pathetic maid like you know the price?”“Oh fuck off. I'm not a maid and I'm not ugly. Look at yourself. All the beauty is screa
♪♪ Rude Boy- Rihanna (Slowed+Reverb)Lilah's POV:I push open the door to Mia’s room, and both Lucy and I pause at the entrance, staring in silent awe. The space screams luxury—everything from the high ceilings to the velvet curtains and gold accents is drowning in wealth. The scent of expensive perfume hangs in the air, and it’s easy to imagine Mia parading around here, thinking she’s a queen.Lucy lets out a low whistle. “Damn. This is what a bitch’s lair looks like, huh?” She steps further in, running her hand over the silk bedspread. “Feels like a goddamn dream.”I smirk, already making my way to the walk-in closet. “Let’s see what else the queen has stashed away.”Inside, it’s an ocean of designer labels— clothes I’d only seen in fashion magazines, their price tags higher than most people’s property. My fingers graze over the fabric of a blood-red gown, the smooth material cool under my touch. It's untouched, unused and the tags are still on it. Lucy joins me, eyes wide. “Holy s
♪♪ Who Says- Selena Gomez (Slow+Reverb)Lilah's POV:“What the actual fuck?!" A familiar voice pierces through the room, making both Lucy and me jump out of bed.“You two whores! What the hell are you doing in my room, wearing my clothes?" Mia storms into the room, her face flushed red with rage as she screams at the top of her lungs.It’s early morning. The cold breeze drifts softly through the cracks of the window, and sunlight gently filters through the curtains. Outside, birds are chirping, their songs sweet and serene. But instead of enjoying the peaceful start to the day, we’re greeted by Mia’s shrill, ear-piercing screeches.“What’s your problem? Get out of this room,” Lucy groans, her voice thick with annoyance as she rubs her temples.“Get out of whose room? This is my fucking bedroom! You bitches get out!" Mia snarls, eyes narrowing like a wild animal about to pounce.Lucy rolls her eyes, and I decide to step in. “Actually, it's ours now. Your boyfriend gave it to us," I ret
♪♪ Dark Horse - Katy Perry (slowed+reverb)Lilah's POV :When the clock finally strikes midnight, Lucy and I slip away, moving silently through the corridors like shadows, making sure no one sees us. The mansion is eerily quiet, the air thick with tension, but we’re not about to back down now. Lucy, ever the tech genius, has gathered all the information we need from Maria, and after days of planning, we’re finally putting it all into action. Tonight, we're escaping this hell.We descend into the basement, our footsteps barely making a sound on the cold stone floor. Ahead of us, two hulking guards stand like statues in front of the control room—menacing and immovable. Fighting them is out of the question. We’re no match for their size and strength. But we aren’t going to fight.“My dear Maxwell, it's your turn now,” I whisper to Lucy, whose lips curl into a devilish smirk.She moves stealthily, slipping past the guards undetected, using the shadows to her advantage. I hold my breath as
Lilah’s POV Fifteen Years Later...Life had a way of sneaking up on you, didn’t it? One moment, you’re sitting in a hospital room, holding your newborn daughter, and the next, you’re standing in the living room, watching her head off to high school with a backpack almost as big as she is. Time was a thief, stealing the days and weeks, leaving behind only memories of laughter, tears, and endless love.Emma was fifteen now, and her personality was a perfect mix of Ivan and me. She had his stubbornness and my kindness, his determination and my sense of wonder. She was beautiful, inside and out, with her father’s blue eyes and my dark curls. And she was all grown up.“You ready, sweetheart?” I asked, smoothing a wrinkle from her uniform.Emma turned to me with a smile, her cheeks flushing a little. “I guess so, Mom. It’s just high school, not the end of the world.”I chuckled, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know, but it’s a big step, isn’t it?”Emma shrugged, her eyes showing a matur
Lilah’s POV Five Years LaterLife had a way of speeding up when you weren’t looking. Five years had come and gone in the blink of an eye, each day a blur of laughter, tears, and endless love. Emma was now a lively, talkative little girl, full of questions about the world and a heart that overflowed with kindness. She had turned five, and her boundless energy and curiosity seemed to grow with each passing day.Ivan and I were sitting in the living room after putting Emma to bed, sipping on our favorite wine. The house was quiet, a rare occurrence in our busy life, and the peacefulness was almost surreal.“I can’t believe how big she’s getting,” I said, looking at the framed pictures on the mantel. They were filled with memories—Emma’s first steps, her first day of kindergarten, and the many other small moments that had made up our life together.“I know,” Ivan said, his voice soft. “It feels like just yesterday she was a little baby.”I smiled, tracing a finger over a picture of Emma
Lilah’s POV Four Years LaterTime had flown by in a blur of sleepless nights, endless laughter, and countless little moments that had quickly filled our lives. Our daughter, Emma, was now a spirited, four-year-old little fireball, her wild, curly hair and mischievous eyes mirroring her father’s playful nature. She was the perfect combination of Ivan and me—independent, stubborn, and fiercely loving.It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when the naughtiness in Emma finally made itself known. Ivan and I were in the living room, sharing a quiet moment after putting Emma down for her nap. The house was blissfully silent for once, a rare occurrence with a young child in the house.“I can’t believe our little girl is four already,” Ivan said, pulling me close for a kiss.I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder. “I know, it’s gone by so fast.”“I can still remember the first time I held her,” he murmured, his voice soft with emotion. “It feels like only yesterday.”I squeezed him tightl
Lilah’s POVIt had been two weeks since our daughter’s birth, and life had settled into a new rhythm. Ivan and I were finally finding our footing as parents, learning the delicate balance of late-night feedings, diaper changes, and quiet moments of bonding with our little girl. The early days were a whirlwind of sleepless nights and endless love, but slowly, we found our groove, leaning on each other for support and sharing the joy of our growing family.The house was filled with the soft coos and gurgles of our baby girl, a constant reminder of the love and happiness she’d brought into our lives. Ivan was an incredible father—so attentive, patient, and gentle with her. Watching him with our daughter melted my heart. It was a side of him I hadn’t seen before—soft, tender, and deeply loving.“I can’t believe she’s already two weeks old,” I said one evening as Ivan rocked our baby in his arms, a smile on his face.He glanced up, his eyes twinkling with pride. “I know. Time flies when yo
Lilah’s POV Three months had flown by in a blur of love and anticipation. The honeymoon felt like a distant memory, replaced by the reality of settling into married life with Ivan and the excitement of preparing for our new addition. We’d talked endlessly about names for our baby, tossing ideas back and forth, and now, finally, the day had arrived. It was a crisp, early morning when I felt the first pangs of labor. Ivan had been at the gym when I woke him, my voice trembling with excitement and fear. “I think it’s time, Ivan.” His eyes widened, his face lighting up with a mixture of awe and panic. “Are you sure?” I nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. “Yeah. It’s happening.” Ivan didn’t waste a second. He was on his feet, grabbing the hospital bag we’d packed weeks ago, his face a picture of pure determination. “Let’s get to the hospital, Lilah. We’re having a baby today.” It was chaos from then on. The drive to the hospital was a blur of hurried conversations, Ivan’s hands gripp
Lilah’s POVThe days following our wedding felt like a dream. We were finally married, our bond solidified, and now it was time for our honeymoon. Ivan had surprised me with a secluded beach resort, far away from the world’s noise, a place where we could just be together. It was perfect—the gentle waves lapping against the shore, the soft sand beneath my feet, and the endless blue sky above.We had spent our first night as husband and wife in a beautiful beachfront bungalow, the sound of the waves soothing as we lay together, holding each other close. It was surreal, waking up beside Ivan, knowing he was mine now, forever. He looked at me with those intense, dark eyes, his love for me shining through in every glance, every touch.“I can’t believe we’re here,” I said, lying on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin.Ivan smiled, his eyes softening. “I know. It feels like a dream.”“Like the best dream ever,” I said, reaching out to take his hand.“I’ve dreamed of t
Lilah’s POVThe weeks leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind of emotions, each day bringing a new layer of anticipation and nerves. Ivan and I had talked about marriage for a long time, but now that it was actually happening, it felt surreal. My heart fluttered with excitement, but there was also a deep sense of fear. I was about to marry the man who had once terrified me, the man who had been both my captor and my savior. And now, he was my everything.We’d decided to keep the wedding simple—a small ceremony with just a few close friends and family. I didn’t want anything big or extravagant; all I wanted was to be with Ivan, to make a promise to each other that we would be there for each other, no matter what. And now, with our baby on the way, it felt even more important to make those promises.The day of the wedding arrived, bright and sunny with a hint of warmth in the air. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in the simple white dress I had chosen. It wasn’t anyt
Lilah’s POVThe days blended together, a steady stream of quiet mornings and shared evenings with Ivan. Our new routine was comfortable, almost domestic, and I found solace in the simple things—cooking dinner together, the sound of his laughter, the feel of his hand brushing mine as we walked through the gardens. It was a life I never thought I’d have, a life I never dared to dream of.I was still adjusting to this new version of Ivan. He was different now, softer, more attentive. The hard, ruthless man I had first met had softened, his rough edges worn down by the years. He was still commanding, still powerful, but there was a vulnerability to him now, a need for me that was oddly comforting. I was learning to see beyond the tough exterior, to the man underneath—the one who had always been there, even when I didn’t know it.Tonight, as we sat in the garden, a light breeze ruffling the leaves around us, Ivan’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t known in
Lilah’s POVThe days after Lucy and Andrey’s departure passed in a quiet blur. The mansion seemed emptier without them, the walls echoing with an emptiness that seemed almost symbolic. Ivan and I settled into our new routine—me in my old room, Ivan always close by. There was a sense of stability now, a promise that made the loneliness and fear of the past seem like faded memories.I spent my mornings helping Ivan with the business, trying to find my place in this world I had once been so afraid of. The dynamics had shifted, though. Robert had found his stride, and it seemed Ivan’s unyielding support had finally clicked for him. The atmosphere in the office was more relaxed, the tension that had once hung heavy between them lightened.Ivan was different too. Softer, somehow. The hard edges that had always defined him had been polished away by time and the challenges we’d faced together. He was more patient now, less prone to the ruthless displays of temper that had once been his tradem