Chapter Seventeen: A Silent StormLily's POVThe heavy thud of the car door closed us into the silent interior. The roaring of the engine didn't distract from the sudden deep chill down my spine.Simeon sat next to me, his hands clasped around the steering wheel to the extent where his knuckles had turned white. His jaw was clenched, and his gaze stared out straight ahead of him as though he wasn't really seeing the road before them. His breathing was slow, yet stiff in his lungs-like a man holding something in, something dangerous that was threatening at any second to blow.I had never seen him this way.Not when Vivian humiliated me. Not when she made me scrub floors until my fingers bled. Not when she made me carry heavy laundry loads while mocking me, laughing at my misery.But now, something was different.He looked… scared.Simeon Moretti, the man who walked into every room with an air of dominance and command, was scared. And I knew it had nothing to do with me.It was Vivian.
Chapter Nineteen: A Deal Vivian's P.O.V.I stood at the entrance of my mansion, arms crossed, eyes locked to the sleek black car pulling up to my driveway. The tires screeched slightly against the pavement as it came to a halt, heavy silence of the night stretching between us like invisible tension.Then the door opened.Nelson stepped out, his tall frame bathed in the dim glow of the porch lights. He adjusted the cuffs of his expensive suit and then looked around sharply before his eyes finally came to rest on me. His face was expressionless—cold, calculating.Just like always.He didn't run toward me, didn't ask any superfluous questions. He merely took his time up the stone steps, his polished shoes clicking against the surface. And when he finally reached me, he stopped just inches away, his presence suffocating."This better be worth my time," he muttered, his deep voice laced with skepticism.I smirked. "I wouldn't have called if it wasn't.Nelson arched a brow but stepped insi
Chapter Twenty: A Brewing StormSimeon's POVThe night weighed heavily on my shoulders as I sat in my study, fingers clenched against the edge of my desk. Dimly lit by the single lamp, long shadows stretched across the room. Yet, even in the darkness of night, my mind seemed to race ceaselessly.Vivian.The name alone could send a cold shiver down my spine.She was not just some woman I had been with. She wasn't any ex-lover hanging on to the past. No-Vivian was dangerous. She knew me better than anyone else in this world, and that was what made her the biggest threat.I'd seen the glint in her eye before I'd left her mansion with Lily. The humor. The triumph. She wasn't angry that I had taken Lily-she was serene. That was what bothered me most.Vivian never remained serene unless she'd already won.And tonight, she'd called Nelson.Nelson.The man who had been flying around me, circling me like a vulture, simply waiting for just the right moment to strike, and Vivian had handed it to
Chapter Twenty One: No MercyVivian's POVThe darkened lounge of my mansion buzzed in quiet tension, thick with pungent fumes of cigar smoke and whiskey, an atmosphere that made men feel invincible.I sat back in my chair, my fingertips dancing upon my wine glass as I considered the men in front of me—Simeon's men.At least, they had been.Now they belonged to me.Loyalty was fragile, easily bought by the right price or broken by the right betrayal. I knew precisely what strings to pull to make these men mine.One of them-a burly man with a scar down his cheek-shifted uncomfortably. The fingers twitched at his side no doubt itching for the gun at his waist.He wasn't stupid. None of them were.They knew this was a direct attack on Simeon. And they knew what it meant if they were caught.But fear wasn't enough to stop them.Money, power, revenge-those things spoke louder.And I had all three.I sipped my wine before placing the glass down gently. "You know why you're here."No one spok
Chapter Twenty At The HospitalSimeon's POVThe house was silent when I entered. Too silent.I placed my keys on the table, releasing a deep sigh. My mind had been racing since I had gone out. I knew Vivian would not take my decision lying down. She was too proud, too vindictive. But I had underestimated just how far she would go.I needed to think. I needed to eat.I went to the dining room. My movements were robotic as I sat and reached for the food my men had set for me. The rich aroma filled the air, but with one bite, the taste turned bitter on my tongue.There was something wrong.It wasn't the food-it was the silence. The absence of something. Someone.I let go of my fork. "Has Lily eaten?My voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet room.The men around the table looked at each other before one of them, Carlos, finally answered."We… we don't know, boss. The maids were supposed to serve her."I clenched my jaw. "Call her."Carlos hesitated for a second before he nodded and re
Chapter Twenty Three: Shattered TrustLily's POVPain. That was the first thing I felt. A dull, aching pain that radiated through my entire body, making it impossible to move.I could hear voices—muffled, distant. Bright light pressed against my closed eyelids, forcing me to stir. My throat was dry, raw, like I had swallowed shards of glass. My body felt heavy, drained, like all the strength had been ripped from me.Slowly, I opened my eyes.White walls. A beeping sound. The sterile scent of antiseptics.A hospital.I blinked, trying to focus, but everything was hazy. My limbs felt foreign, my mind sluggish. Then, like a crashing wave, the memories hit me.The men. Their hands. Their laughter. The pain.A strangled sob rose in my throat, and I swallowed it back down. I tried to move, but even that simple action sent a searing pain through me.Then I felt it-warm fingers wrapping around my own."Lily."His voice was hoarse, full of something I couldn't quite place. Desperation? Guilt?
Chapter Twenty Four: Unsaid YearningLily's POVThe silence of the hospital room was eerie, except for intermittent beeps on the monitors at my side. The white walls felt too stark, too blank, and in the air lingered the pungent odor of antiseptics. Outside the window, the flickering city lights were cold, so very, very far away. Hours had passed since Simeon had left, yet I could still feel his presence right around me, suffocating me in so many ways that I am not familiar with.I should have felt relieved. After all, I had stood my ground. I had told him I wouldn't go back, that I couldn't. And he had respected that. He had left without forcing me, without demanding I change my mind.But now, lying here alone, I couldn't shake the hollow feeling inside me.I shifted a bit, wincing at the dull ache coursing through my body. My fingers swept across the sheets, and for a moment, I could almost pretend they still carried the heat of his touch. The way he'd taken my hand earlier, the gen
Chapter Twenty Five: Embracing the ShadowsLily's POVAntiseptic disinfectant-sterile-hung in the air, further reminding me of my fragility. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that companioned my lonely solitude. Hours had passed since Simeon had left me, insisting this was for my safety, and his absence still felt like a bleeding wound.I shifted a little in the hospital bed, wincing as pain radiated through my body. The physical wounds were healing, but the emotional scars ran deeper. Memories of the attack haunted me, but intertwined with them were thoughts of Simeon—his protective gaze, the warmth of his touch, the way his voice softened when he spoke to me.I closed my eyes and let the memories cascade over me. I could almost hear the deep reassuring laughter, see the rare tug of a smile at the corners of his lips. Outside, there was so much in darkness surrounding him; still, for me, there was only a reserve of light. It was in the way he cared, the unspo
Chapter Forty: Drag Him to His KneesNelson's POVDimly lit, the shadows were long across the room as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the men in front of me. Smoke and whiskey thickly laced the air, overlaid by something far more dangerous-anticipation. My boys, my most loyal and ruthless men, watched and waited for my command.I swirled the whiskey in my glass, setting it down with a deliberate clink against the wood."It's time," I said, my voice slicing through the silence like a blade. "I have been watching him for too long and That ends tonight."A slow, wicked grin stretched across Marco's face as he cracked his knuckles. "What's the plan, boss?"I leaned forward, my fingers steepled together. "We're gonna hit his mansion hard. I want every one of his men dead or so badly broken they won't be able to stand. Wound them. Make 'em bleed. Let 'em know what crossing me looks like.My vision dimmed further. "But Simeon? He is mine. I want him dragged here, on his knees, in front
Chapter Thirty-Nine: A Toast to RuinVivian's POVThick smoke wafted in the air from the high-class cigars, with heavy-smelling whiskies: this darkly lit lounge gleamed with soft gold color everywhere and resonated with tinging glass-ice rings touching in salutation. A cool tone of smooth jazz sounds sat at the core, yet this was blurred out by a wave of loud peals of laughter falling out as Nelson relaxed backward in his couch, the amber liquid dancing around his glass.“To us," he grinned, raising his drink. "To the fall of Simeon."I smirked, lifting my own glass to meet his in a satisfying clink. "To us," I echoed. "To the fools who dare stand in our way."Sweet was the taste of victory mixed with the burn of whiskey as it slid down my throat. I crossed one leg over the other, settling into my seat with satisfaction."You should have seen the look on his face, Nelson," I said, continuing with a wicked curl of my lips. "The mighty Simeon brought to his knees, his empire cracking un
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Love She Can't AcceptLily's POVI sat on my bed, staring into the mirror as I gazed back at me. My hair was a slight mess from the shower I took, but no amount of hot water could take off the stench of last night. My skin still had the feel of his touch; it was as if I could feel it clung to my skin like an unerasable stain.Mr. Carter.I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath hitching sharply. I had done what had to be done. For Simeon. For the man that I loved.But at what cost?It twisted and coiled inside me like a snake, tighter with every second that reeled by. I didn't know how to face him, how to look into his eyes and pretend as if nothing had happened. What if he could tell? What if he knew already?The sudden knock at the door made me freeze.I felt my heart stop for one moment, then hammer wildly within my chest. I curled my fingers into the sheets as I sat there unmoving, hoping—praying—whoever it was would just leave.Another knock.Then his voice."Lily
.Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Deal Lily PovThe taxi ride to Mr. Carter's estate felt endless. Each mile that passed made my stomach churn harder, my fingers curling into my dress as I stared blankly out the window. The city lights blurred past, casting strange shadows that danced across my trembling hands.I had made my choice.I kept telling myself that.Over and over.But my body knew otherwise.I had a dryness in my throat, my palms were clammy, and however many deep breaths I'd taken, there was a quiver coiled inside me-a snake ready to strike. I should turn around. I should tell the driver to change direction, to take me somewhere- anywhere-that wasn't this place.But I didn't.Because I couldn't.Because this was for Simeon.And if this was it, what it would take, then so be it.The car slowed, and I looked up just in time to see the massive iron gates of Mr. Carter's mansion looming ahead. The driver said nothing as the gates slid open smoothly, allowing us inside as if I was e
Chapter Thirty-Six:The Hidden LieLily’s PovI stood in front of my closet, and though a hundred thoughts swam through my head, none really seemed to matter, considering the blank stare that I gave the rows of clothes right in front of me. The silent dresses, skirts, and blouses hung quiet witnesses to my decision, the soft fabric almost ridiculing me, reminding me of a life which I was to turn my back on. My fingers moved across the soft, blue material of a dress, but the reflection staring back at me was that of a stranger in the mirror.Who was I anymore? Was I the girl who once had hope, dreams, and love inside her heart, or had she simply become just another person now-a woman who would do whatever it took to protect the man she loved?Sighing, I turned away from the mirror, adjusting the dress to make at least a modicum of confidence in my appearance. My heart was racing in my chest, and a cold knot of unease twisted my stomach. I knew what I had to do, but I wasn't ready. Stil
Chapter Thirty Five: The Cost of LoyaltyLily's POVThe air felt heavier inside the car than usual. What I had just done, the look in his eyes while he made his proposition, replayed itself in my mind. The image of him, sitting with those sharp, calculating eyes, his voice so smooth yet cold, offering me something I never thought I would ever hear from any man, still churned my stomach.I could still hear him so clear in my head: "If you want me to keep my word, then I need something in return, more valuable than money—your trust, your body.My knuckles turned white as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. I couldn't even look at my phone. What was I doing? This wasn't me. This wasn't who I was. I had spent so much of my life protecting myself from being used, from being objectified. Yet here I was, considering something that was a far cry from my ideals, just to save Simeon.It churned my stomach, but I knew I was out of options. This was it; I had to do it-for Simeon.The man I a
Chapter Thirty Four : The Costly Preposition Lily's POVI sat across from Simeon's personal assistant, my hands gripping the edges of the chair. Everything that had taken place pressed down hard upon me, and I felt out of breath. Once rejected, thrown out as if I meant nothing, I knew I couldn't stop now. I had to just keep trying.Lily," the P.A. sighed, rubbing her temples as she stared at me. "I know you mean well, but this… this isn't going to work."I shook my head obstinately. "I just can't sit back and watch everything fall apart. Simeon has done so much for everyone. He doesn't deserve this."I know," she said, leaning forward. "But these men aren't the kind of people you can beg for mercy. They're powerful, cold businessmen. Their loyalty lies wherever the money is. And right now, Vivian has given them more than enough reason to cut ties with Simeon."I swallowed hard. "So, what? We just give up?"She let her breath out in a slow hiss. "I'm saying you should be careful. You
Chapter Thirty ThreeA Desperate PleaLily's POVI took a deep breath as I stood outside the towering glass building, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The air was crisp, but my palms were sweaty. My mind was filled with doubts, questions that pestered me like tinnitus—was this a mistake? Would he even listen to me?But then, I thought about Simeon.The way the bone in his jaw gnashed with each notice of withdrawal. The toll in his eyes, trying to feign all was well. His whole empire crumbling at his feet as he tried to keep himself intact.No, I just couldn't sit around and do nothing.Squaring my shoulders, I walked into the building, my heels clicking against the polished marble floors. The receptionist barely spared me a glance as I approached the front desk."I'm here to see Mr. Giovanni," I said, my voice much steadier than I felt.She looked me up and down before typing something on her computer. "Do you have an appointment?""No, but it's urgent."She let o
Chapter Thirty TwoLily’s POVSimeon had always been a powerful man. He was someone who could walk into a room and make people bow without saying a word. He carried an aura of authority, dominance, and sheer presence. But now… now he looked different.There was something unnerving about seeing him this way, trapped in silence, lost in his thoughts, his usually sharp eyes dulled with something near doubt. His empire was falling, and he was utterly incapable of doing anything to stop this. No amount of threats, power, or influence could fix this overnight.And I hated seeing him this way.I sat opposite him in this dimly lit office, looking at him running his hand through his hair, the muscles of his jaw clenched. His telephone had been bleeding for an hour, buzzing and ringing with no end, every call a little worse than the one before: partner after partner, investor after investor, people bailing.Simeon's P.A., Amelia, stood off to the side, clutching a tablet and looking strained. S