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
Lily’s Point of ViewI couldn’t sleep all night. How could I? I was torn between the Weston brothers. Simon, the love of my life and the man I wanted to spend my life with, has a part of him, I feel he’s still unwilling to share. I can’t ask him about it now, while things are going so well between us. I don’t want to ruin it. I know he wouldn’t tell me. My instincts scream at me not to fall for him again, not until I understand the secrets he’s hiding. How could I elope with him knowing that?Then there’s Thomas. He’s a control freak, and with him and Jessica at the helm, my life has been mapped out for me. I’d be a dutiful, quiet wife. No doubt, I’d be constantly looking glamorous with his exquisite taste, if I was that type of girl, which I’m not. What would it be? Safety or passion? Comfort or love? I had no idea what choice to make. My heart was pulling me in one direction, but my head wasn’t sure if I could risk it all. Either way, a choice was coming. And I had to decide.I lov
Lily’s Point of View“Si, I...I—” I stuttered, unsure of what to say. Things had gotten so complicated after Tom’s conversation with me. I couldn’t just break off the engagement, not after he’d bared his heart to me.“Are you second-guessing us, Lily?” Simon asked, his gaze piercing me with intensity. “No, no, that’s not it, Si,” I replied softly. “Then what is it?” he asked, his voice gentle but his eyes concerned. “If you're not doubting us, then what’s the problem?” He leaned in, desperate for an answer.“I spoke with Thomas yesterday, Si,” I admitted, unsure of how to go on. “He wants us to continue with the wedding.”“So what? Tell him you can’t,” he said, his tone more tense now as he picked up on my hesitation. “Lily, come on, you have to stop this damn wedding.”“How do I do that, Si? What do I say?”“Just tell him you can’t marry him because you’re in love with me. That’s all you need to say.”I shook my head, a lump forming in my throat. “Simon, that’s your brother. How do
Three Years Ago Simon Imagining my cold heart turning warm seemed impossible till Lily Stack came into my life six months ago. From the moment she walked into my office, hair dripping wet and clothes drenched, seeking an internship placement, she had my attention. The spark in her eyes was something I couldn’t resist. I saw in her eyes the fire I had in mine five years ago when I started Siwes Ltd. Hers was filled with a desire for more and mine with a drive for survival. If I were to break out from the Weston dynasty, I had to build my own. Hardwork, sacrifice, determination had brought me this far. Sitting as CEO of a financial service company that operated globally and had amassed a worth of over $30 billion dollars in just five years of its inception. In all that time, I had no interest in anything else until her beautiful brown eyes bore into mine. I started off only intrigued, wanting to know more about her. Unwilling to let her out of my sight, I handed her a job by my s
Simon Before now, I thought kissing her would permanently bind me to her spell and I couldn’t allow it. Distraction was a luxury I wasn’t prepared to afford. Not now, I still had revenge beclouding my better judgment. I’d be terrible for her. None of that mattered now; I was about to be entrapped. Damn…I knew I had lost the battle. "Yes, I want to kiss you," I admitted. "You can't. I work for you," she said, her voice trembling. "You do," I acknowledged, yet it didn't stop my hands from caressing her arms. "That's against your principle. You don't have romantic relations with your employees," she said restating my words back to me, trembling under my touch. "No, I can't," I agreed, yet my hands continued their slow exploration. "You're not the type of man that kisses his employee in his office during work hours," her words said one thing, but her actions betrayed her. "I'm dying to kiss you," I confessed. She placed her hands on my chest and softly moved them
Simon I couldn’t leave things as they were. I had to fix it before it was too late. I strode into Lily’s office, a space I had deliberately created for her so I could watch her through the glass. It had slowly became my favorite hobby—looking at her through the glass with a cup of coffee in my hands. As I stepped into her office, she was already clearing out her desk into a box. “Lily,” I called. She looked up at me, then her hands got busy again, packing her stuff. “My Lily,” I said softly. She stopped and turned to face me. There it was again, the spark in her eyes. This time, it seemed like she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. My body screamed at me to grab her in my arms and kiss her over and over again. But I didn’t dare oblige, not until she spoke to me. “I’ve thought about it, as you asked me to,” she said. “Yet, I can’t help but feel that as long as you’re keeping a part of you away from me, we’d end badly.” I moved closer, putting my hands around her waist, m
As we arrived at her apartment, we gazed at each other, unwilling to separate. The chemistry between us was stronger than either of us could suppress any longer.“Would you like to come in… just for a while?” she asked, seeing the surprised look on my face. The look she saw wasn’t resistance if that’s what she was thinking. On the contrary, I was delighted.“Yes,” I said eagerly, a smile slicing my lips. She flashed her beautiful smile that shone in her eyes too.She had a decent apartment, I noted, looking around. It seemed a bit expensive too. I bet her rich father covered the bills; she often talked about him fondly. “You have a beautiful apartment and quiet too.”“Thanks,” she smiled. “I live here alone; it’s usually me and the silence,” she said.It struck me that in the entirety of the time we spent together, we never met outside the office. On weekends, we communicated through emails or text messages, but I couldn’t bring myself to take her out on a casual date. I admit I had b