Lily was holding her hand which was CONTINUOUSLY bleeding while she was also pressing her scalps because of the pain in them.
She got up slowly and weakly and walked in search of the first aid kit.She wrapped a band-aid on her injured hand when she found it. Even though it was hard to do it with one hand.She then did the chores while sobbing and thinking how can a person be so heartless.She couldn't comprehend what just happened, she was scared that this might happen but still had a little hope regarding Zared. She thought he wasn't a monster like her parents, that maybe he won't hurt her just like her parents did.Lily always thought her parents were cruel,cruel for torturing her for something she had no control over. She grew up hating her parents for what they did to her. She thought of them as heartless beings because who did that to their own child ?But now she wonders if they were to blame, or if it was her all along. What if she was the one who deserved it? Why would everyone in her life treat her in the same way? It was her ,she thought ,she was the problem ,not the people behaving the way they did towards her.She held her head which was now hurting from all the contemplating. She didn't want to worsen the situation especially when there was no one to take care of her so she went to her room and layed on the bed trying to distract herself and sleep.It was 4pm when Lily got Zared's text.Zared : "Stay in the room and pretend you don't exist, I'm bringing my friend tonight and dinner should be ready by then"Lily : "Okay" Lily replied and then sent a smiling emoji but Zared left it on seenGoing back to 4 months ago, Zared longed for someone who would love him and care about him for who he is and not his money. One thing he wasn't aware of was, he already had someone and it was Lily, his very own wife. He wanted someone who would love him like his mom loved him and now he was bound to find someone. So he made a plan.He decided there was only one way to do that. It was a pathetic idea but a practical one for him. He decided to transform into a poor man and beg on the streets of London. Wearing a large amount of makeup with filthy tore clothes would be a good start to act like a beggar is what what he thought. He wondered if any girl would help him, the one who helped him, he would marry her and divorce Lily.He used to have a girlfriend in high school but she turned out to be a gold digger and left Zared with a broken heart, he was deeply in love with his first girlfriend and didn't handle her betrayal very well. Even his friends' girlfriends all turned out to be gold diggers, they used their money and cheated on them. This is when Zared started having this mentality about women that they were all gold diggers and nothing else.Zared didn't care about the looks of the girl but her heart. All he longed for was kindness and love, genuine love.No one knew about this plan of his but his secretary who helped him getting ready for pretending to be a poor man.His secretary arranged all the things he needed for it in his cabin and made sure no one recognised him while leaving.He sat on the road begging in the scorching sun but no one would help him. A few men helped him. No women who passed by cared to even looked at him but instead shook him off feeling grossed out when he asked for money.A few weeks passed by but he didn't find the kind of girl he was looking for. At home he got irritated easily when Lily talked to him. He decided he would stop this poor beggar drama if he doesn't find anyone until the end of the month.Zared was heading out of the house until Lily stopped him"Zared"She called outIt always did something inside Zared when she called his name out,even though he had no feelings for her ,it would always stir something inside him. He somewhere liked when she called his name out.Zared turned to look at Lily,his ocean eyes met her hazel ones.She approached him and handed him a box which looked like a lunch box."What's this?" asked Zared raising his eyebrow"Lunch box...for you,I don't if you have lunch or not and even if you do,it's not healthy to eat outside everyday.So I prepared a lunch box for you"She said smiling a bit hoping to get a kind response from Zared ,at least a thank you would do,she thought."I don't need this" said Zared with a straight face ,he would scream at her in anger if it was a normal day but this action of Lily didn't make him mad enough to react in that way.He was actually quite a bit moved. He felt like he had someone who cared for him but again his thoughts got the best of him and he handed the lunch box back to her."Please don't force me"He said and went out the house.Lily, who was a bit shook by his actions stood there staring into the distance as she saw Zared dissapear from her sight.She felt happy as he talked to her politely this time, really politely. She was beginning to think if Zared was finally ready to look at her as his wife.It was 11 in the morning the next day and there Zared was, being roasted under the sun sitting on the side of the street.Zared looked up at the people walking by, ignoring his presence. He was outraged by their behavior, he was sitting in the middle of a London street begging, despite being the CEO of the biggest company at the time. Who would find that acceptable? But once more, this was his decision. Zared was thinking about where he was and what he was doing until he noticed a girl, a girl with blonde hair, emerald eyes, pale reddish skin. She was dressed in a white top with straight biege pants and sunglasses resting on top of her head. Zared was enthralled by her beauty but did not expect her to help him. He assumed she was rich and would never look at Zared, the beggar. He still rolled his bowl of coins in front of her to catch her attention. She looked down at him and then his bowl."I won't give you money" She said raising her eyebrows. "Please ma'am, I'm really hungry, I haven't eaten in days" He said hoping she'll help."I can buy you food, but I won't give you any money, is that alright? "
She snapped out of her thoughts as he moved away after placing one of the plate in the sink. Lily sighed in despair and thought that maybe it's time to let go off the hope she had, the hope that maybe he was accepting her as his wife, Until.....until she felt two heavy arms sliding on either sides of her waist. She felt his nose snuggling in her neck while his hands rested on her waist. His warm breath stirred something inside Lily and she left an inaudible heavy breath from her mouth."Za-Zared" She said struggling to maintain her breath. "Mmm" He hummed in response busy in taking in the scent from her neck. Lily didn't know what to say further, she didn't plan to say anything after that because she didn't expect him to give a response but now that he did... She didn't know what to do. Zared gripped Lily's arm and turned her around.'Too close, again too close, way too close.' thought Lily. His eyes travelling from her eyes to her lips continuously. Only some centimeters left bet
Zared stopped at the door of Lily's room. He contemplated whether to go in or not. His hand extended towards the handle of the door but stopped midway, he pulled his hands back to himself, took a deep breath and opened the door in one go. The lights of the room were out, he switched on the lights but when he glanced at the bed, Lily wasn't there, the bed was made like in the morning so she certainly wasn't in the room. He still wanted to check, he took his steps towards the washroom, knocked at it and then opened the door after a while. He peeked inside but no one was to be found. He got out of the room taking long strides, going downstairs, he searched the kitchen, the storeroom, another guestroom which was a bit behind the staircase but he didn't find her. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened and his nails dug into his palms as he closed his fists tightly. He was furious, He rushed to the main door with the lights still off and went to the backyard, the garden, even the parking to
Zared's jaw tightened as he remembered last night's events, she was out with another guy and here he was holding his breath so she doesn't wake up. He got up and shaked Lily harshly in order to wake her up. He put his hands inside the pockets of the trousers he was wearing and looked at her sleeping figure which didn't even budge. He made his way towards the kitchen and came back with a glass full of water. He took a quick glance at her and didn't wait before splashing the water on Lily's face. It was like he was a whole different person a while ago. The person who was worried for her and the person who just splashed a glass full of cold water on her face to wake her up. Lily instantly sat up , wiping the water from her face and eyes while gasping. She looked down at her wet clothes and then looked up to see Zared standing, staring at her with his piercing gaze . She got up from the couch quickly while the water dripped from her chin and her clothes. "Looks like you slept very well,
"Oh..great"They walked towards the bench on the street and took a seat there. Zared didn't know where to start, how to say it. He couldn't understand what should he start with, how does he invite her. Ask her to be at Knightsbridge tonight? she would undoubtedly find out if he invited her to Knightsbridge, which of course she's not supposed to.'Do I tell her about me right now?...No, I can't do that out of the blue' he thought to himself. He was thinking what exactly he should tell her when she interrupted his thoughts. "You look tense, is everything alright?""Yeah,no-yeah, I'm alright" Zared sighed, he couldn't think of anything so he decided to just tell her where and when to be present tonight."I wanted to invite you""oh! where to? ""Knightsbridge"her eyes widened a bit and her brows drew together. "Knightsbridge? what for?" she chuckled"Just...be there tonight... at 8 pm, I'll text you the whole address. I hope you're not busy? ""No, no I am not but, I don't understan
After changing into a T shirt and a trouser, he got out of his room and reached at the end of the hallway to Lily's room, he raised his hand to knock on the door but paused midway and directly opened the door He saw Lily, sitting in front of the dressing table applying something on her hand. She turned back. "Z-Zared? " "What are you doing?""Nothing, I was just- nothing, when did you get home? I didn't hear the door""That is why I am asking, what were you so busy in? "Before Lily said anything, Zared made his way beside her to take a look at what she was doing. Lily was sitting with a wound ointment, applying it on the wound on her hand. His mouth opened at the realization, the blood on his hands, was not his but Lily's. It was from when he had gripped her hand tightly this morning, that caused her wound to bleed that stained his hand as well. He didn't know her hand was hurt, that she had a wound there. Zared decided to break the silence."Did I do this?""No!-no, it's the b
"You're what?!!" Riley shouted in shock. "Riley-""What the actual hell Zared?!!""Riley, listen to me-""Are you kidding me right now?! What do you take me for??!""Riley just listen to me for God's sake!" Zared raised his voice making Riley flinch. "It's not what you're thinking it is Riley, it's a contract marriage, both of us were forced in it and it's just on the papers and for the people to see, it's not real, I don't love her and I swear I haven't even touched her, ever. Believe me""What do you mean it's a contract marriage, Zared? it's for the people? which people, please tell me I would really like to know""Our business partners, the employees, the fans""Are you a celebrity or something? ""I own the 'The Williams'. ""What?"Zared nodded. "You.are.Zared Williams? You're the son of 'The Williams'?!"Zared nodded yet again. "Did you set me up or something?""Riley, please, try to believe me, It's not a set up""I need time, Zared. I'm sorry but this is too much for me t
Zared quickly turned off the shower, slipped into his pjs and took his steps towards Lily's room. He tore the door open and saw Lily lying down on the bed peacefully. He went to her and grabbed her up from the bed yanking her. "Look at you sleep shamelessly like this, it's all because of you, all of it! ""What-what are you talking about? " Lily was confused, she didn't know what was happening, wasn't he with his girl a while ago? Why is he so angry all of a sudden? these thoughts ran through Lily's mind. The next moment Lily's cheek met with a tight slap which she never expected right now. She looked up at Zared with red teary eyes and a cherry red cheek. "What are you doing? " Lily asked him in anguish, she wasn't angry, she was disappointed, she was in loss of hope. "This is what you deserve for ruining everything for me, first you ruin my peace and now my life, you must be enjoying it with a popcorn, am I right?! ""What are you talking about Zared? " she cried. "What happe
"I can forgive you, I guess. People have done worse than this." She admitted. "Did he do anything to you? What did he come for?" Lily's eyes narrowed. "I’ve had...Damian keeping an eye on you ever since he revealed himself to you...." Aaron admitted, "I didn’t want you to be blindsided by him.” For a moment, she didn’t know whether to be angry or grateful. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice quiet. “Because I didn’t want to scare you,” he said honestly. “I wanted to make sure you were safe, but I also wanted to respect your space. I wasn’t sure if hearing it from me would help or just...make things worse.” Her emotions overwhelmed her, and before she could stop herself, tears welled up in her eyes. Aaron, without hesitation, reached across the table and took her hand. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.” For the first time in what felt like forever, Lily let herself break. She leaned across the table, and Aaron
Lily was sitting in her living room, her mind a whirlwind of the confrontation with Zared and Aaron stepping in, having her back-as always. After all that happened, she wondered if her pushing Zared off was selfish of her. While Lily had grown more mature these years, she had also become cold and made sure to keep herself first at any cost-but this Lily...it was the old Lily...who wanted to think that she was wrong for mistreating Zared-maybe her was disturbed, what could have possibly been the reason for him to fake his death-how big the problem must've been? A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. Frowning, she checked the time-it was late, far too late for visitors. Cautiously, she approached the door and looked through the peephole. It was Zared. Her breath caught, and her hand instinctively tightened on the doorknob. Part of her wanted to ignore him, but the other part-the one still grappling with the guilt of his supposed death-compelled her to open the
Lily sat across from Clara in her cozy apartment after the massive shock she had, the glow of the city lights filtered through the windows. Clara had invited her over for an evening of conversation, sensing something was weighing heavily on her friend. As Lily sipped her tea, her fingers fidgeted with the rim of the cup. “Clara,” she began hesitantly, “something happened yesterday.” Clara raised an eyebrow. “What is it?" Taking a deep breath, Lily placed the cup down and looked Clara in the eye. “Zared is alive.” Clara froze, the mug in her hands suspended mid-air. “What?” “He came to my office. I didn’t recognize him at first, but it was him, Clara. He’s alive, and he... he apologized for everything.” Clara placed her cup down, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion. “Zared? As in Zared Williams?The same man who k*lled himself? How is that even possible?” Lily shook her head, her voice shaky. “I don’t know. He said it was complicated and that he was tryin
Lily sat at her desk in her company, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. The day had been long and draining, but there was still a stack of work to get through. She sighed, rubbing her temples, when a soft knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” she called not lifting her head up. The door opened and closed behind. “Do you need anything, ma'am?” "No, thanks." "Would you like some coffee?" "No, you can go." Lily said, her tone cold as her eyes remained on the screen. “Some tea?" he asked Her brows furrowed but her eyes remained on her paperwork. "I dont need anything, leave before I fire you." There was a pause, but the person in front of her didn’t leave. Instead, he took a step closer. “Are you sure? I can fetch you tea, coffee... water, maybe?” Lily looked up briefly, irritation flickering across her face, though she still didn’t focus on him entirely. “No, thank you. And I think you should go.” But the man didn’t move. “How about I help you
It had been two weeks since the gala, and life had settled back into its usual rhythm for Lily; or at least, that’s what she told herself over the weeks. The days were packed with meetings, client calls, and deadlines, leaving her little time to dwell on anything else. But no matter how busy she was, Aaron’s presence lingered in the back of her mind like a stubborn shadow. She hadn’t expected to see him again so soon, and certainly not like that-standing across a room, looking at her with a mix of longing and regret. Lily shook her head as she sat at her desk, trying to push the memory aside. He doesn’t matter anymore, she reminded herself. You’ve moved on. Your life is yours now. But the truth was harder to face. A part of her was still drawn to him, to the man who had once made her feel like the center of his universe. Later that evening at her apartment, as she stepped into the kitchen, her phone buzzed on the counter. She picked it up to see Clara’s name flashing on
Aaron was already making his way toward her, his steps purposeful but hesitant. “Do you want me to distract him?” Clara asked, noticing. “No,” Lily said, surprising even herself. “I’ll handle it.” When he finally reached her, he stopped just short of invading her space. “Lily,” he said, his voice a mix of relief and uncertainty. “Aaron,” she replied, keeping her tone neutral. Clara took that as her cue to slip away, leaving them alone. “You look...” Aaron trailed off, his gaze softening. “You look beautiful.” “Thank you,” Lily said, her walls firmly in place. There was an awkward silence before Aaron spoke again. “How have you been?” “Busy,” Lily said simply. “You?” "Same. Busy." He said, his eyes boring into her's. Aaron Knight had never been one to doubt himself. His confidence, honed over years of navigating ruthless boardrooms and mastering impossible deals, was unshakable. But now, sitting in his empty penthouse with the city lights stretching endlessly b
The 4 years that followed were a whirlwind of success for Lily. As the founder and CEO of her own fashion brand, she had become a name synonymous with innovation and elegance. Her designs graced international runways, and her name carried weight in the business world. She was confident, composed, and exactly where she wanted to be. It was a crisp evening in the city, and Lily sat in her office overlooking the bustling streets below. She tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook, her mind wandering. A knock at the door broke her thoughts. Clara walked in, looking radiant as ever in a sleek jumpsuit. “Your PR team says you need to approve the final list for the charity gala tomorrow,” she said, placing a folder on Lily’s desk. Lily smirked. “You didn’t need to bring this yourself. What’s the real reason you’re here?” Clara feigned an offended look. “What, I can’t check on my dear friend? Fine, maybe I just needed a break from my office. Paperwork is soul-sucking.”
The penthouse felt lifeless. Every step Aaron took echoed through the empty rooms, each sound reminding him of what he’d lost. He couldn’t stop himself from wandering to Lily’s favorite spots-the kitchen where she used to hum softly while brewing tea, the couch where they would argue about what to watch, her corner of the bedroom where her books were still stacked neatly, her pink and white bedroom-the one she always dreamed about. He stood by the window where Lily once leaned against his chest, watching the city lights together happily. Now, those same lights felt distant and cold. On the coffee table lay a scarf she’d left behind, forgotten in the rush of her departure. Aaron’s hand trembled as he picked it up, the soft fabric bringing back the faintest trace of her perfume. He closed his eyes, clutching it tightly as if it could somehow bring her back. Aaron couldn’t shake the memory of her face when she left, her tear filled eyes, the hurt in her voice as she said goodbye.
The penthouse felt cavernous in her absence. Lily’s steps echoed faintly against the polished floors as she carried a small bag down the hall. She had packed only the essentials-clothes, documents, and her favorite book-a conscious decision not to look back. The thought of leaving the home they'd shared stung, but staying felt like drowning. Her mind replayed the scene in Aaron’s study, the damning photographs and the file with her name etched at the top. Every piece of information about her, laid bare-her family, her childhood, her fears. She’d trusted him, and in return, he had dissected her life like a puzzle to control. As she neared the door, the faint scent of his cologne lingered, and her grip on the bag tightened. This was the only goodbye she could give. Aaron had been out since the incident-a small mercy-but as Lily turned the handle, she heard the elevator hum to life. Her heart plummeted. The doors slid open, and Aaron stepped out, his suit slightly dishevel