Lily’s Point of View I walked around the room admiringly. It was huge. “This will be your room soon,” he said, capturing my lips in his, deepening the kiss as he took off my jacket. I pulled away. “We should stop,” I said. “Why? You’ll be my wife soon,” he said, pulling me back to himself and kissing me again. His hands swiftly unbuttoned my shirt. I tried to resist him, but his grip was strong. I used my strength to push him away forcefully. “Stop,” I said. “What is the problem?” He asked, irritated. “This was your suggestion, to spend the day in my world. I usually end, my day with a woman in my bed and now we’re about to be married. That makes you the ideal woman for me to spend the night with,” he said. “We’re not married yet,” I said. “I can’t have sex with you before our marriage; my beliefs won’t allow it.” “What does that matter?” He asked with a hunger set to devour me. “I am attracted to you—that’s no secret—and I will be your husband soon. We might as well s
Lily’s Point of View As I followed the lady to meet Mr. Geoffrey Weston, my heart pounded, feeling as if it might leap out of my chest. He was sitting in a quiet part of the mansion, sipping scotch from a glass. I walked in, watching him from behind before moving to stand in front of him. “Hello, Mr. Weston,” I said. “Hello, Miss Stack. I was glad to hear you were here. It’s good to know you are warming up to my son,” he said, gesturing for me to sit next to him. “Would you like a drink?” he asked. “No, thank you. I do not take alcohol,” I replied. “I see,” he smiled. “Did I tell you that your father always spoke so highly of you!” he began. “So when he told me you were his most priceless possession and agreed to have you marry my son, I knew you’d be a fitting wife for him.” “Sir,” I started, “I don’t think this would work. We are different people. We’re not compatible.” “You are seeing it wrongly, young Miss Stack. It is that difference that makes you uniquely
Lily’s Point of ViewMy life had turned into a roller coaster of the same routine. I visited the mansion, Thomas visited me, and we ended up in a restaurant or at one point Thomas’s office at Weston Global. Either way, my days were increasingly centered on marrying into the Weston family. As usual, I stood at the towering mahogany double doors of the mansion before the butler, Abraham opened the door. This time, I wasn’t alone. My mum was beside me. We exchanged glances as the door opened and we walked in. “Welcome, Mrs. Stack, Miss Stack,” Abraham said, his lips parting in a warm smile.“Thanks, Abraham,” I said, flashing a smile. “Thank you,” my mum said, a half-smile on her lips. He ushered us in. Again, I became tense. It had gradually become a habit anytime I was around a Weston. I guess the fear of the unknown choked me.“It’s nice to have you in our home again,” Jessica said welcoming my mum with a kiss on the cheek and then me.Mr. Weston gently shook our hands, welcoming a
Lily’s Point of View My eyes blinked slowly open, and I saw all their eyes peering at me: my mum’s, Geoffrey’s, Jessica’s, Thomas’s, and even his—Si, or should I say Simon Weston's. I closed my eyes again, unwilling to see him. “Lily, open your eyes, please,” Thomas’s voice rang in my ears as my eyes fluttered open again. I soon realized he held my upper body in his arms. “Lily, darling, are you okay?” My mum’s voice echoed. I could see all their worried looks, but I froze, numb. It was like the weight of it all—my father’s death, the contract marriage, the love who left me and turned out to be my soon-to-be brother-in-law— came crashing down on me. “Call the doctor,” I heard Geoffrey say as Jessica rose from her bending position to swiftly carry out his instructions. “Let me take her to my room,” Thomas said. “I’m fine,” I finally spoke in a weak and low tone. Everyone stared at me, surprised including Jessica, who was phoning the doctor. “I want to go home,” I said a
Lily’s Point of View “You’re insane, Simon!” I spat, my voice quivering with anger and disbelief. His charming demeanor crumbled instantly as I spoke. “After three years, this is what you have to say to me?” I glared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. I threw the sheets off my body, as I stood, with anger, and faced him. “Lily, I’m sorry,” Simon said, his tone sober, but the sincerity in his eyes almost made me believe him. “You left me, Simon. You left!” I choked on the words as tears began to stream down my cheeks, my voice breaking with each sob. My hands trembled as I tried to wipe them away, but they kept coming. “I know I did, Lily,” he said softly, his eyes cast down, “but I came back as soon as I could. You had left the apartment. I found out you had graduated and moved. I didn’t know where to find you.” “And when was this, Simon?” I demanded, my voice strained as I fought to keep my tears at bay. My eyes were heavy with unshed tears, and I refused to let him see me co
Thomas’ Point of View“Thomas,” her voice low, as it called out to me. Her eyes wide with apprehension. She looked like she had been crying, her eyes red and glistening with tears.“I could hear you screaming from the hallway,” I said, stepping closer to her. “What’s wrong, Lily? Why are you crying?”She hesitated and my concern grew as her eyes darted away from mine. My eyes flickered to Simon, who stood close. I couldn’t read his expression. “Did I miss something?” I asked, trying to piece together what had happened in my absence.Simon shifted uneasily. “Lily and I…” he began, but Lily cut him off.“I was just… I got emotional, and Simon happened to be here,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She avoided my gaze, focusing on the floor instead. “I glanced between the two of them, suspiciously. “Simon has only just arrived,” I noted, confused.“Yes,” Lily agreed, her voice steadier now. “I should leave you both. Have a good night, Tom, Lily,” Simon said, and wit
Lily’s Point of View“How’s my favorite girl doing?” My mum giggled as she entered the guest room I’d been settled in. “Hi Mum,” I smiled, greeting her with a hug as Lizzy, one of the staff rolled my suitcase in. “Thank you,” I said to Lizzy. She offered a polite smile and left. “Oh…Lily, I’m glad to see you looking better today.” “I am mum. Yesterday. was, too much for me. I didn’t expect the turn of events.”“I understand. You know, surprises can be heartwarming, especially when you think of all the effort put into them.”“Yeah. But not an unwelcome surprise or a bad turn of event no one saw coming.”“Yes. You’re right. Fortunately for us though, ours was great. You’re going to have a luxurious wedding. And the best part of it all, you won’t have to pay a dime,” she giggled. I chuckled, staring at her before grabbing the suitcase and placing it on the bed. “What? Did I say something wrong?”“No, It’s just…how can we be mother and daughter and still be so different?”“Huh…now,
Simon’s Point of ViewMy thoughts had been a mess since the night I arrived and saw Lily again. It’d been three years since I last saw her. Yet, my world paused every time I laid eyes on her. She stood in the kitchen, her focus on the knife as she spread butter on her bread. I wondered what she was thinking as I walked in. I could tell I had interrupted her the moment she spotted me. She looked tense, her hand gripping the knife a little too tightly. She glared at me alarmed. “What are you doing here?”I stepped forward before she could move, my body pressing against the counter, blocking her path. “Lily, we need to talk.”“Move away, Simon. I’ll hurt you if you don’t,” she threatened, raising the knife to my face. I didn't move, my eyes locking onto hers. I was pissed at myself for leaving her, but I had to make her hear me out. “Please, Lily. Just listen.”She stared at me. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t cut your throat after what you did.”Slowly, I reached out, taking he