Lily’s Point of View His eyes were intense, locked onto mine. I felt his stare as if it was burning right through me. I knew I had to be careful with what I said next. Even after all the hurt, I couldn’t stand seeing him in pain. Where’s the ring Simon gave me? I asked myself. After everything, I swore I’d never look at that ring again—the symbol of his betrayal and my own gullibility. I didn’t throw it out, though. It looked expensive, and something in me couldn’t just get rid of it. I’d hidden the small black box somewhere among my old things, hoping to forget about both it and him. It had been three years since I’d last seen it, but I knew it had to be here somewhere. “Lily, do you still have it?” Simon’s voice was soft, his gaze searching my face. “Of course I do,” I said, even though I had no idea where it was. He sighed, visibly relieved. “I thought maybe you’d pawned it or gotten rid of it after what I did.” He smiled then, his hand gently brushing against my cheek. “It me
Lily’s Point of ViewWhen I arrived at my parents' house, I was relieved to find Mom wasn’t home. Thank God. I never told her or Dad about Simon’s proposal after he left. The ring had been hidden from them as well. So there was no way I could call her up and ask, ‘Hey Mom, have you seen my engagement ring to Simon?’ I shuddered at the thought as I entered my room, praying she hadn’t stumbled upon it. How would I even begin to explain?I resumed my search, rifling through the drawers and under piles of old clothes. Finally, I found it. Yes! I sat down on the bed, clutching the small black box like I’d just dug up a treasure. My pulse quickened as I opened it for the first time in three years.The ring was just as beautiful as the day Simon had slipped it onto my finger. My heart ached with memories of our time together. I hesitated, then slid Thomas’s ring off and placed Simon’s back on. For a fleeting moment, I let myself imagine what could have been if Simon had never left. I probabl
Jessica’s Point of View I stood just outside the kitchen, my hand on the doorframe, frozen as I overheard Simon’s voice:“I really want to help you, Lily. You don't have to marry Thomas. Not If you don't want to.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could Simon discourage Lily from marrying Tom, even with the wedding plans in motion? The very thought sent a rush of anger coursing through my veins. As I peered around the corner, I caught sight of them—Lily, gazing up at Simon, their chemistry, so evident, it was undeniable. I watched Lily lean in, clearly tempted to kiss him.How long has this been going on right under my nose? Why didn't I track that it’d get this far when I saw them in the garden from my balcony? They want to make a fool of me and Tom, but I wouldn’t allow it. Not after everything I have done to ensure Tom’s success, to protect him from his brother. No, Lily wasn’t going to ruin everything. Not now.I stepped into the kitchen. “Jessica,” Lily muttered, shock
Jessica’s Point of View The next day, was a bright Saturday morning. I sat on a plush sofa on the patio of the mansion, sipping a glass of wine, my thoughts scattered. Should I tell Thomas what I had overheard? Telling him would help me drive a deeper wedge between the brothers. Still, I had to be smart. I couldn't afford to make a wrong move. Thomas entered, his face was calm, his usual charm shimmering in his eyes as he greeted me. “Mom,” he said, sitting down across from me. I hesitated for a moment, wondering how to approach the subject. I wasn't sure how to break the news about Simon and Lily—it was definitely going to ruin his mood. I had to be careful. “Tom,” I began, swirling my wine. “Why are you so intent on marrying Lily? I know you’re fond of her, but there are plenty of women more… suitable for you.” Thomas paused, his brow furrowing. “I find her attractive,” he said, but I could tell there was more. Tom fancied Lily, but she had been giving him a hard time—that was
Simon’s Point of View Damn it! I ran my fingers through my hair. I had gone out for a drive but I still couldn't concentrate. Lily was the only thing on my mind. I hadn't expected to get caught and worse by Jessica. I overreacted. I showed her my hand and now she’d know I’m coming after her. She’d be prepared for me. I didn't want her accusing Lily, that was the best I could come up with to take the blame and keep Lily out of it. Last night, after the heated conversation with Jessica, I followed Lily as she left. But, she didn't want to see me. She slammed the door in my face and muttered something like ‘Leave me alone.’ I wasn't the type of man who’d steal my brother’s woman. The problem here is that Lily was mine first and she has never been his. He doesn't love her, she doesn't love him. They’re not dating. They’re engaged, bound by a stupid contract, another of my Dad’s manipulations. Am I just making excuses for my actions? Have I become the type of man who’d date my brother's
Lily’s Point of View I thought I was dreaming till I opened my eyes and I was alone on the gigantic bed. Fear gripped me, he had done it again. He left. I rose from the bed and quickly wore my clothes he had taken off earlier. I checked through all the rooms, went downstairs, but there was no sign of him. I panicked. Did he leave me all alone in this big house? I heard a sweet melody coming from the basement, and I followed the sound. I pushed the door open and there he was playing a grand piano, his eyes closed, enjoying the rhythm. I stood there for a second gazing at him and enjoying the sweet music before he noticed me. “Lily, you’re awake,” he said with a charming smile, his hands leaving the piano keys.“Yeah,” I replied, walking over as he pulled me into his lap. “I was afraid you had left me again,” I admitted, wrapping my arms around his neck.“I’m sorry for ever making you feel insecure about my commitment. Lily, I love you, and I’m not going anywhere,” he said, gently ki
Lily’s Point of ViewI followed Thomas, my curiosity growing with every step. What on earth could he have planned, and why was he leading me to my room? As he opened the door, I stepped inside and froze. My room had been transformed into what looked like a high-end boutique. There were rows of elegant dresses on sleek hangers. “What is this?” I asked, stunned, my eyes scanning the shocking and beautiful display.“For you, my lovely Lily,” he said, his voice smooth and proud. “Go ahead, explore.”I hesitated for a second, but then my fingers moved to the clothes, shuffling through them. Each outfit was stunning, designer dresses I’d only ever seen in magazines. A black Balenciaga, a striking blue Givenchy, a pink Thom Browne that looked like it would fit me perfectly. My eyes wandered to a gray Louis Vuitton handbag sitting casually among the clothes, and I couldn’t resist picking it up, admiring the smooth leather.But then I remembered—Thomas was watching me. His presence reminded m
Lily’s Point of ViewDinner had been tense, to say the least. I came down late, expecting the family to have already started without me, but I was wrong. Everyone was seated, waiting. Thomas stood as I approached, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek and ushering me into the seat beside him. His politeness felt overwhelming, like it was part of some grand show.“Hi Lily,” he smiled warmly, but I could feel Simon’s gaze across the table, hard to ignore but necessary to avoid. “How nice of you to finally join us, Lily,” Jessica said, “We’ve all been waiting for you.”“It seems you and Thomas are bonding quite well,” Geoffrey chimed in, his smile genuine. “He insisted we not start eating until you arrived.”I swallowed the tension creeping up my throat. “Oh, Tom, you didn’t have to. Thank you all for waiting for me.” I felt nervous that I had kept the great Weston family waiting. Thomas beamed. “Lily and I are growing stronger, Dad. I can’t wait to make her my wife.”Geoffrey and Jessi
Thomas’ Point of ViewSimon drove us back home while my driver followed closely behind. I’d been drinking a lot—wasn’t drunk yet, but I was definitely on the verge. Simon, on the other hand, was more sober than I was. At least we’d cleared the air, so things wouldn’t be awkward between us. I was used to the chaos, but awkwardness between us was unfamiliar. I could tell Simon was still furious from seeing Lily and me together in the office. But was that anger because he thought I’d crossed a line, or was it because he was jealous?He’d probably been fantasizing about my wife, but I was smart enough to marry her before he could make a move. I gave him a subtle warning; that should be enough to make him back off.I got out of the car and headed inside the mansion. I didn’t bother looking back to see if Simon was following me—I was too lost in my own thoughts. I walked up the stairs until I reached my room. My hand swung the door open, and I stepped inside.There was Lily, her slender fig
Simon’s Point of View I stared at him, fighting the urge to punch him now that he was right in front of me. That sly smile of his, the arrogant prick. Maybe I shouldn’t have come after all. Our eyes locked with a fierce intensity.“I wasn’t sure I’d make it either,” I managed to say, my face hardening as I glared at him.“Don’t look so angry, Simon. Brothers can hang out.”I stared in disbelief. Was he trying to patronize me? “Why did you invite me here?” I went straight to the point. He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my directness.“I see. Being straight to the point, are we, older brother?” he teased with that infuriating smile, but I could see right through him—and he knew it.I stayed quiet, leaning back in my chair, waiting for him to tell me why we were really here. I had said I would get closer to Tom, but that didn’t change the fact that I was angry—no, I was beyond that. For the first time, I felt something deeper, darker. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was more than t
Simon’s Point of ViewMalcolm and I got back in the car and continued the drive to see Miranda. The tension between us was high, like a wall neither of us was willing to break down. He avoided my gaze the entire ride, clearly still upset. I knew why. Malcolm only wanted one thing—justice for Simone—and he was ready to sacrifice anything for it. As I thought about it, I realized I’d never seen Malcolm with a woman or even heard him mention one. No wonder he was so mad. He probably thought my feelings for Lily would ruin everything. His hatred for Jessica ran deep after what she did to Simone, and it seemed like he extended that distrust to all women. He should take his own advice from earlier and live a little.When we arrived, I parked the car, and we got out. I walked up to the door and knocked. It took a moment before Miranda opened it, her face lighting up when she saw me.“Hi, Mr. Simon,” she said with a bright smile.“Hello, Miranda,” I replied warmly as I stepped inside, with M
Simon’s Point of ViewI got in the driver's seat without answering, slamming the door harder than I intended. Malcolm watched me for a second before getting in the passenger seat. I started the engine, and we began driving toward the safe house I had set up for Miranda. The tension in the car grew with the silence between us.“Talk to me, man. What’s got you this twisted up?” Malcolm broke the silence, clearly concerned.I stared straight ahead, too focused on the road, trying to piece together the right words. One of my hands ran through my hair absentmindedly, a habit I found myself doing frequently in the midst of all this chaos. Finally, I exhaled.“I need to tell her,” I said, my voice quieter than I had planned.Malcolm raised an eyebrow, glancing at me briefly before looking back at the road. “Tell who? What?”“Lily.” Saying her name out loud made me realize I had already said too much, but it was too late to take it back. I could see Malcolm’s mind working, putting all the pie
Simon’s Point of ViewI gaped at her, wondering how she was going to take it. She was silent for a brief second, like she froze.“A divorce!” Lily repeated, her eyes wide with shock.“I don’t see another way out of this, Lily.”“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” she started, and I looked at her, confused about where this was going. “Angelina,” she added. “She’s the reason you want a divorce, isn’t she?” She glared at me.“Lily, are you kidding me right now? No, I want a divorce because I saw you sleeping with my brother in his office.”She fell silent. She looked away, clearly embarrassed. Then, she looked back at me. “You’re not my favorite person, Simon, but I didn’t mean for you to see that.”“But I did, and I can’t get it out of my head.” How could I? That image was living rent-free in my mind, and I had no clue how to get rid of it.“Just like I can’t stop thinking about you and Angelina. How long have you been seeing her, huh?” she snapped back.“Lily, we can’t just ignore this an
Simon’s Point of ViewI slammed the door shut, leaning against it as I ran my fingers through my hair. Each step I took felt harder than the last, like a heavy weight dragging me down. I turned, devastated, running my hand through my hair again. Anger built inside me like a wave I couldn’t stop. I was furious.“Are you okay, Mr. Simon?” Amelia’s voice broke through the fog in my head.I turned to face her. “No,” I snapped and started walking away. She called after me, asking if I needed anything, but I waved her off. I needed to get out of here.This was madness. How had things gotten this far? My brother and I were caught up in the same mess with the same woman. I knew Tom and Lily were sleeping together—it was expected, they were married—but seeing it right in front of me? That was something else. It was like a punch to the gut.But the worst part? Tom had wanted me to see it. He sent that message, inviting me to his office, knowing what I’d walk in on. And like a fool, I went. I op
Lily’s Point of ViewDays turned to weeks, and my torment continued. Living in the same house with both my husbands and my unbearable mother-in-law was draining. I tossed and turned on my bed, a frown settled on my face. Staying home wasn’t helping me get over Simon. Seeing him at breakfast or dinner was already hard enough, but watching him with Angelina was worse.Was he telling her the same things he used to tell me?Was he sleeping with her? I couldn’t blame him if he was. After all, I’d married Tom, and he had a demanding need for sex. I’d been trying so hard to make my marriage with Tom work, and if intimacy was the way to hold onto my husband—well, my second husband—I had to do it. I couldn’t let this marriage fail, not with Simon looming in the background, ready to say “I told you so.”Jeez, I’m definitely going to lose it. I’ve been with two brothers. Sure, Simon and I hadn’t been together since I married Tom, but that didn’t make it sound any less insane. How did I end up he
Lily’s Point of ViewI had been doing my best to avoid Simon as the days passed. It was hard, but I didn’t see any other way. Every time I looked at him, I felt a wave of anger wash over me. His girlfriend, Angelina, had been visiting regularly, and they seemed to enjoy each other's company a lot. At least, that's what I noticed during dinner. I tried to avoid Simon’s gaze, but I couldn’t stop myself from seeing them out of the corner of my eye. Her hands were always unnecessarily glued to his arm, and I couldn’t help but feel like she was doing it on purpose to make me jealous. But then again, how could she know about Simon and me? There’s no way he’d have told her, right? Still, her hands remained on him, and I began to wonder if he was playing both of us. I couldn’t deny it—Simon and Angelina looked happy together. Maybe Angelina more than Simon, but they still looked good together. Watching them made me sick to my stomach. I had to find a way to get back at him. There was no way
Simon’s Point of View“Lily, is he awake?” I asked anxiously, moving closer to her. It seemed like she was talking to Geoffrey, but from where I stood, I couldn't see his face. I wasn’t sure if she was actually speaking to him. There was a trace of fear in her eyes. When I looked at my father’s face, he still seemed unconscious. “Lily, what happened? Is he okay?”“I believe so,” she said quietly, glancing back at him.“Did he wake up, even just for a little while?” I pressed, hoping for some good news.“I’m sorry,” she shook her head, and my gaze dropped, disappointed, before I looked back at her.“Thank you for being here,” I smiled softly. “I appreciate it.”“You’re welcome. He’s my father-in-law now. So, I do care about him.”“Twice,” I said, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.“What?” she looked puzzled, unsure of what I meant.“You married me and then Tom, that makes him your father-in-law twice over,” I chuckled lightly.She looked pale, turning back to Geoffrey as