Chapter Thirty: A Game of PowerVivian's POVI swirled the amber liquid in my tumbler, the soft clinking of ice against glass resounding in the softly lit room. I leaned back against the plush leather seat, and a sly, slow curl of my lips rose. Simeon had thought he won, believed lack of power, being sent away, would somehow cow me.A fool, pure and simple.I'd built myself from nothing, fought my way into the empire he so proudly ruled. Did he really think I would do absolutely nothing and let him take everything away from me?No.If I could not have him, then I would destroy him.And I knew exactly where to start.His empire was huge, but every empire has its foundation-his was built on business, wealth, and alliances. Cut those off, and his power would crumble like dust. I had spent years by his side, learning his every move, studying his strengths and weaknesses. I knew the men he trusted, the deals he relied on, the business partnerships that kept his wealth flowing.And I knew h
Chapter Thirty One: Crumbling EmpireSimeon's POVI had seen many things in my life-wars fought in the shadows, betrayals that came with a smile, and blood spilled over power. But nothing, nothing, had ever sent this kind of slow suffocating dread curling through my chest.I sat in my office, my fingers clasping onto the edge of the mahogany desk as if my life depended on it-knuckles white. The tension in the air was heavy, and the only sound was from the soft ticking of the antique clock mounted on the wall.One by one, my business partners had pulled out. Some had sent official statements, while others had completely avoided my calls. Those who answered were curt and evasive; their words seemed to be greased with an artificial politeness that only irritated me further. They were running-fleeing like rats from a sinking ship.I knew why.Vivian.That woman was more dangerous than any enemy I'd ever faced. She didn't come with guns blazing-no, much too calculated for that. She struck
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
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 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 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-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-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 Ninety OneChapter Title: A Brother's DilemmaNelson's POVThe silence in the room was oppressive, the air thick with unspoken words. My men were gathered around me, their gazes trained on me, waiting for commands. We had always been a well-oiled machine—swift, ruthless, and precise. But now, everything was different.Lily.My little sister. The one I believed was dead. The one I'd spent my entire life seeking revenge for. Now here she was, alive, in the middle of my world, telling me to let go of all I'd fought for."What's next, boss?" one of my men finally broke the silence and asked.I didn't answer immediately. I glanced instead at Lily, who was seated on the couch, arms folded across her chest, watching us cautiously. I could feel that she was waiting, seeing if I would continue in the same vein or if I would change for her.I had to be careful.I held up a hand briefly, a gesture for my men to be silent. Not now. Not in front of her. They understood immediately, shiftin
.Chapter Ninety : Torn Between Them(Lily’s POV)The room was quiet. The weight of my decision pressed down on me like a rock, crushing me. I had decided to leave Simeon, to stand with my brother, to honor the blood that coursed through my veins.Why did it have to hurt so much that I felt like I had ripped out my own heart in doing it?I sat on the cold floor of the dark room, legs pulled tightly into my arms. Nelson had stepped outside for a moment or two, but even when he stayed with me, there was that awful tension between us. He thought I'd made my decision, that I'd accepted his war as mine.Inside me, I was breaking.My mind was a battlefield of emotions—grief, guilt, yearning, and a pain so raw it was as if I was being pulled apart from within.I missed Simeon.Every breath I drew in his absence was tense. I tried to hold back the memories—the weight of his arms wrapped around me, the calmness of his voice telling me everything would be all right, the gaze in his eyes like I
Chapter Eighty NineTorn Between Love and BloodLily's POVThere was an aura of tension around me as I sat alone in the darkened room, my heart heavier than ever. I had locked the door, thinking that I could shut out the world and hence ease the pain inside me. But nothing could quell the raging tempest in my heart.I had only learned that my brother, Nelson—the sole survivor of my family—existed. I had long believed him to be dead, then suddenly he appeared and reversed my world. And now, I was being required to make a decision between him and the man I loved—Simeon.A soft knock against the wooden door, a knock accompanied by a voice I had long tried to quell."Lily, please. open up."Simeon.His voice was taut, the sound of it ready to crack. I closed my eyes, putting my palms over my ears as if that would be sufficient to block out the anguish in his voice. But it was useless. I could feel his pain even through the door.Another knock. Harder this time.Lily, if you don't want to
Chapter Eighty Eighte: Broken and LostSimeon's POVThe moment Lily turned her back on me, a part of me broke that I didn't realize it could.I stood there, frozen, staring at the emptiness she had left. My heart was raging so fiercely it ached, my chest tightening as if someone had stabbed it with a knife. The room was suffocating, crushing down on me with the weight of her words."I love my parents too much to let this pass.""I can't be with you, Simeon."Her words echoed in my head, each one cutting deeper than the last.I was a fool.Everything that we had, everything that we shared—it meant nothing to her?No. I would not believe it.Lily loved me. I knew she did. I could see it in the way she looked at me, in the way she held on to me in the evenings, in the way she whispered my name like it mattered.But now, she was gone. And she had chosen her brother. Chosen revenge over love.My fingers curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms. I had to leave.Without uttering a w
Chapter Eighty Seven : Broken HeartLily's POVWhen the second Simeon walked out that door, I felt like I had lost a part of my soul.I stood there, frozen, my body trembling with the weight of what I had just done. My breathing was in short, pained gasps, and my chest ached as if someone had stabbed me through the heart.I had let him go. I had told him that I was not interested. I had put my past, my family, ahead of the love of my life. And yet… why did it feel like I had destroyed myself in the process?Tears forced me to blink, but I did not break—not yet. I stepped back from the door, not wanting to go running after him, even when every part of my body was screaming at me to run, to scream at him to return, to take back every awful thing that had escaped my mouth.Nelson stood by my side, looking at me with an impenetrable expression. For a moment, he didn't say anything, simply studying my face as though he wished I would change my mind."You did the right thing," he said at l
Chapter Eighty Six: A Love Broken by WarLily's POVThe air between us was thick with tension, so dense I could barely breathe. My heart pounded within my chest, my rib cage aching under the weight of my own speech. I'd just told Simeon—the man I loved, the man who had stood as my foundation—that I could no longer be with him. That I couldn't be a traitor to my parents' memory.Simeon just sat there, his black eyes staring back at me, hoping for something—anything—that would make him think I was kidding about what I had just said. But I wasn't kidding. Not one word.I needed to mean it.He blinked once, his jaw tightening as if he were trying not to break. I had never seen him like this before. Not even in battle, not even when his life had been on the line. He was always so tall, so powerful, so in command. But now, he looked. broken."I don't want anything to do with you, Simeon," I repeated, my voice shaking. "I love my parents. I love them more than anything. I won't let this pass
Chapter Eighty Five : A Line DrawnLily's POVThe quiet between us was as sharp as a knife pressed to my throat.Nelson was before me, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, fists clenched at his sides. His face burned with rage, his jaw locked so tightly I feared it would break."You love him?" His voice was low, but the rage underlying it was unmistakable. "You love Simeon?"I swallowed hard. My hands trembled, but I steeled myself to incline my head. "Yes."It was barely louder than a whisper, but it was enough to provoke him.Nelson's face twisted with pure rage. "How dare you, Lily? How dare you betray our family in such a manner?""Don't!" he bellowed, his voice slicing as a knife. "Don't you dare even say you didn't betray them! Our parents are dead! Do you hear me? Dead! And those responsible are the very people who gave birth to that man you claim to love!"I swallowed hard, but refused to look away. "I know," I whispered barely above a breath. "Do you think I don't?
Chapter Eighty Four : The Man I LoveLily's POVI sobbed as I hugged Nelson. My brother. My blood. The man whom I had thought I had lost forever. The only one whom I had cried for in the dark, wondering if he was alive, if he even remembered me.And here he was now, hugging me just as hard as I hugged him. But it did not take away the years of suffering, the loneliness, the torture."I have suffered so much, Nelson," I wailed between tears. "You don't have any idea what I've suffered. You don't have any idea how much I missed you."Nelson eased his grip a bit, his arms wrapped around my shoulders as he looked into my eyes, his eyes filled with pain. "Lily, I—" He broke off, his voice cracking. "I thought you'd died."It shattered me once more to hear him say that."I thought I was dead too," I breathed. "Every night I wept myself to sleep wondering if you were out there somewhere. Wondering if you were alive. But I had no one. Had nothing. Had to fight for everything, Nelson. Had to b
Chapter Eighty ThreeLily's POVThe room was silent. My heart pounding against my chest, my breathing rapid. I could still feel the warmth of Nelson's embrace, his body vibrating against mine. The weight of his words, the truth of who he was, slammed into me like a tidal wave, covering me in emotions I couldn't even categorize.Nelson Williams.My brother.A name I had long suppressed in the depths of my mind. A name I never thought to hear again.I leaned back slightly, my hands still on his arms as I looked at him—really looked at him. My eyes were wide, taking in his face, hoping to see the boy I once knew.The little boy who played barefoot, chasing butterflies in the garden. The boy who took my hand when the nights were too dark and the thunderstorms too loud. The boy who promised to protect me.And here he was now, a man hardened by time, by war, by a fate that neither of us had planned.Tears streamed down my face, and my lips trembled as I took a soft breath, "Nelson… how?"Hi