Lily’s Point of View "You are beautiful," he said as we started eating. I flushed and looked down at my plate. "Thank you," I murmured. "A woman like you must have plans for the future. What are your desires?" he asked, his gaze penetrating. I put down my fork, pondering his question. "That’s a tough one for me," I began. "Most of my desires involved my father, and now…" I trailed off, the pain of his loss still fresh. "I am sorry again for your loss," Thomas said, with sincerity. For the first time, I saw a different side of him—a kind side. Maybe I should get to know him better, I thought. "I love my job," I said, "and I, also, enjoy cooking, good movies, and music. That should suffice for now, seeing as I don’t have many desires at, the moment, except to pay off the loans and go back, to Canada." "You had no plans of staying?" he asked, surprised. "What would be the point? Everything here reminds me of him and my regrets—memories that now bring me pain," I replied. "
The next day, I arrived at the mansion, still dazed by its striking beauty and magnificence. As we drove through the massive gate, my anxiety grew. I tapped my fingers nervously all the way to the house, and then I was led to the patio where a brunch was set up. "Hi, Lily," Jessica, Thomas's mum greeted me with a smile. She gestured with her hand for me to take a seat at the table, which was filled with an array of appetizing treats. There were freshly baked croissants, smoked salmon with cream cheese and capers, a platter of artisanal cheeses and charcuterie, parfaits layered with Greek yogurt, granola, and berries, alongside glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice and mimosas. I sat down, my eyes taking in the lavish spread before me. I salivated gushing over the delicacies, but I dared not show it for fear she’d view me as a hungry girl. "Hello, ma'am," I said, forcing a smile. "Welcome," she said. "Thank you." "I believe you and my son got to know each other bett
Lily’s Point of View A message popped up on my phone; it was from Thomas. It read: "Come out, I’m outside." Surprised, I walked to the living room and opened the door."Hi," I said, with a smile."Hello, Lily," he said."Come on in," I said, welcoming him inside.I watched as he looked around my house appreciatively. It wasn't as luxurious as his mansion, but it was a big, beautiful house and very cozy."You have a beautiful home," he said."Thanks," I replied. "Please sit. What can I offer you?" I asked.He gazed at me. "With your present financial condition, what do you have?"Was he serious? I thought. Some things are better left unsaid. It was the truth, but it was bitter. We didn't have much anymore, but we still had some decent refreshments to offer, even to a billionaire. I still had my savings from my work."I suppose I can get you some fresh juice," I said, dashing off to the kitchen before he responded."Thank you," he said as I offered him a glass of chilled fresh orange
Lily’s Point of ViewThe next morning, as I tussled in my bed, my legs wide apart, I slowly opened my eyes. I caught a glimpse of a male figure sitting by my bed, staring at me. Blinking to clear my vision, I saw Thomas’s face. I had to be dreaming. I squeezed my eyes shut and shifted, my butt up in the air, trying to shake off the illusion. But when I opened my eyes again, he was still there, a grin on his face.“Good morning,” he said, his voice cheerful.“Morning,” I replied groggily. I glanced at my alarm clock and was shocked to see it was past 10 AM. I scrambled up. “How did you get in here?”“Your mom let me in,” he responded casually.I sighed. “You have to go back to the living room while I get ready for our day together.”“Very well,” he said, standing up. His eyes roamed over me appreciatively, making me pull the sheets over my short shirt and shorts. He seemed a bit disappointed as he left.I jumped off the bed, quickly made up, brushed my teeth, and ran into the shower. A
Lily’s Point of ViewI searched my wardrobe and found a corporate outfit, one of my old work dresses. I chose a black suit with tailored pants and a white camisole underneath. I packed my hair in a bun, grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs. Through the window, I saw that the driver had arrived. "Bye, Mum," I shouted."Bye, Lily," she echoed as I shut the door.I entered the car, and we headed to the infamous Weston Global. As we arrived, I took a moment to appreciate the gigantic building, its glass exterior mirroring the sun. Taking a deep breath, I walked in. A personal assistant was already waiting to take me to Thomas. We arrived at his glass-walled office. He was hunched over his desk, engrossed in a pile of papers. “Hello,” I said softly, watching as his gaze lifted and his lips curved into a smile.“Welcome, Lily,” he said, standing up. He walked over, kissed me on my lips, and guided me to a chair in, front, of his desk. “You have a beautiful office,” I noted. My, eyes scan
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
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