"It makes no sense that you suddenly do not want to get married; we had agreed that we were going to have a wedding this year," Lila said as they drove out the party.
"And the year is not even yet half done, so I do not know what the rush is about," Gavin said, rolling his eyes.
They were just leaving the reception for a wedding. Gavin knew that Lila always got like this whenever they attended another wedding. She would calm down in a few hours; at least by the time they got home, she would be better.
"Half the year? You haven't even asked me to be your wife yet," she scoffed as she crossed her hand over the seat belt. She hated having this conversation with him more than anything, and yet they had it at least once a month.
He was constantly getting invited to weddings, and as if he were just trying his best to torture her, he took her to every single one of them, and in each one someone always asked her when she was getting married. She had been together with Gavin for six years now, so it only made sense if they got married.
"Do I need to ask you? We have been together for so long that it is only common sense that we got married"
"I do not like your tone" she announced with a pout.
"Lila, what tone?" he asked, looking out his window instead of out the windscreen. "And when did I ever say I was not going to marry you?"
"Your actions say it; everything you do says it. The way you treat me in public says it, Do you not want to be in this relationship anymore?" Lila asked. Her tone was raspy, and she could feel tears blooming in her eyes. She wondered if love was supposed to hurt as much as this one did because it hurt and she hated it.
Gavin opened his mouth to talk but could not say anything because of the loud noise he suddenly heard and the way the car shook. He looked behind him and a girl lay down on the wet floor. It was then he noticed the droplets; they had been so engrossed in arguing that they had not noticed it had begun to rain.
"What was that?" Lila asked in horror.
"A person," Gavin said with a tremble in his voice.
"You hit a person?" Lila asked this time; her voice was rough and clearly laced with tears.
"This is all your fault," Gavin said like a five-year-old that was ready to back out of the situation.
"My fault? I was not the one driving." Lila was ready to defend herself. "Let us go check on her," she said when he did not say anything more, Her hand was on the handle when it locked from the central lock and Gavin drove away.
Lila's tone rose in confusion. "What are you doing? Wait, stop!" Lila said as he drove away. "We should check on her," she kept saying over and over again, but it was like he had ears in because he did not stop until they got to the house.
"None of that happened," he said, pacing the bedroom floor. He had not even changed from his party clothes; it was obvious he was afraid and was trying to mask it. Lila could smell the fear from miles away.
"How could none of that happen? It clearly happened, and we are going to be in big trouble. We should have at least made sure that she made it to the hospital," Lila said, standing up.
"And gotten questioned by the police?"
"Why not? It was clearly an accident, but fleeing from the scene now had made us criminals; we have just committed hit-and-run" she said, her entire body shaking with fear. She could sense that Gvain was afraid, but she was sure that hers surpassed his.
"Gavin, let us go back now and we can save ourselves because we would get caught," Lila said when he did not say anything. She stood up and walked to the door.
"You would not dare do something like that," Gavin said, blocking her path before she could burst out of the room. "I cannot be interrogated by the police; if I show up on the news at this critical time, then I would lose everything I own," he said, like he was giving a speech to convince her to vote for him.
"But a human..." Lial trailed off; her brain was not working in the best way to finish that line of thought. The room fell silent as they stood staring at each other.
"I got it," Gavin said slowly as he held her shoulder.
"Got what?"
"What we can do"
"About the accident?"
"Yes, about the accident."
"What can we do? We have to make this right; I am afraid that she would die. I do not want to be an accomplice to murder." Lila already had tears rolling down her face.
Gvain knew how soft and understanding Lila was, and that was why he knew that the new plan he had in his mind was going to play out perfectly; she would have no choice but to help him this way.
"I cannot go to jail; I cannot even be interrogated by the police," he said, cupping her face with his hands and then planting a kiss on the corner of her lip. "You know I love you, right?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Hoeny I know you do but what are you trying to say?"
"I want you to do this for me; if you do, I would marry you immediately," he said.
Lila's ears perked up at the sound of the word marriage; it felt like that was all she lived for these days, and there was no way she was going to allow the opportunity to slip out of her hands.
"The cops are going to find the CCTV footage of the car and trace it down here; all I need from you is to say that you were the one driving the car."
"WHAT!"
THREE YEARS LATERLila looked up at the sky; she had not seen the wall out of the prison in three years; it felt like a whole new world out here. She was expecting that Gavin would come today but no luck. He frequently visited her during the first six months of her being here, but shortly after that, he suddenly disappeared, claiming that he was expanding and could not be there again. Her only hope of seeing him was through the images on the television screen once in a very long while. "Helen's estate," she said to the cab driver as she entered the cab. As the cab moved down the road, she could vividly remember that day three years ago when she stood before the judge. He had sentenced her to seven years in prison because she was unable to pay the fine, not because she did not have it but because both her husband-to-be and her brother refused to bail her out. "You are foolish," her brother proudly said to her face. He knew very well that Lila was afraid to drive at night and would m
There was no way that Lila thought of this that made sense to her; how could Gavin think to marry another woman after he put her in jail? She served the time she did not deserve, and even though she came out after three years instead of seven for being a model inmate, the scar was now on her for life. "Maybe this Evangeline is crazy and does not know what she is saying; Gavin is going to show up with a perfectly good explanation for everything," she murmured as she paced the living room. She would have gone in but she wanted to see Gavin as soon as he came in. There was no way she was trying to miss him. She had hoped to come home to a warm, nice shower and good beds where she could lie down, but now she had to stay seated until he came in. "Lila?" Gavin's voice was too shocked. He must have received the circular stating that she was coming out today, so why was he so shocked? "Gavin," she stood up so happy to finally see him in flesh and blood after all this time. "What are you
"Boss, that woman is out of prison." Damien looked up from his table and took his glasses off his face. "She is out?" his voice came out rough. He cleared his throat and his assistant nodded his head."Yes, she is out." "But she was given seven years, and she has only spent three," Damien said, and the boy in front of him nodded. "She got out for good behaviour and being a model inmate," Gray explained. "Are you telling me that our system is so fucked up that they let a murderer leave because she acted like she was sorry?" Damien asked, slamming his fist to the table. "She was not even given the maximum punishment, and she was still let out early?" he was shaking furiously in his seat. Gray stood there anticipating whatever requests or orders he might want to give him. "What should I do?" Gray asked when Damien did not say anything but sat there in silence, probably thinking about his wife-to-be, who was killed by this woman who was now freely roaming the streets."I wanted her c
"What have you got on her?" Damien asked Gray, who was standing at his table side. It had just been twenty-four years since he got the news about Lila's release and he had told his assistant to get information on her. He knew that the best way to bring her down was to first get closer to her and then bring her down one way or the other. He had to make her suffer for taking a life; it should not be that easy for a murderer to get free from jail."Basic information and current information""Tell me," Damien gestured, leaning into his seat and taking off his glasses. "Lila Carson, the only daughter and heir to the Carson empire, left home when her father died when she was eighteen years old. She got into a relationship with Gavin Holt; the car that was being driven by Lila that night belonged to Gavin. Gavin is now married to one supermodel, Evangeline Mark." "What is her relationship with her family?" "She is closer to her brother than she is to her mother. Her mother is barely in th