A couple of days passed, Lily and Aaron's exams were now over, the last one was yesterday. They didn't talk much since their kiss, Lily avoided Aaron at all times but he was barely around the last few days and she was thankful for it. She wondered why he disappeared after coming back from the university, was he avoiding her as well ? Or was he too hurt because of Lily? Apparently, Aaron had tried to approach Lily several times: before the exams, after them, and even during breakfast. But every time, Lily either changed the subject or snapped at him without meaning to. She hated how rude she sounded, especially to Aaron, but she didn’t know how else to deal with the storm of emotions inside her. She was confused. For Aaron, he had started going to therapy, ever since Lily had started avoiding him, her avoidance felt like a knife to the chest. He had been wracking his brain over what went wrong, over whether the kiss had ruined everything between them. He decided she could use some
Lily’s heart raced as she listened, her emotions swirling in confusion. She didn’t know how to respond. The kiss had been unexpected, yes, but it wasn’t just him-it was her too. She’d stayed in that moment for a reason, though she couldn’t figure out why. “Aaron,” she finally said, her voice quiet, “it’s okay.” He blinked at her, his brows furrowing. “It doesn’t feel okay, Lily. You’ve been avoiding me ever since, and I-" He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “I miss talking to you. I miss us.” Her breath hitched, and she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m... confused.” His chest tightened, but he forced himself to nod. "I get that. And I don’t want to pressure you or make things harder. I just needed you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt you. That’s the last thing I’d ever want, Lily, I hope you know that." The sincerity in his voice made her stomach twist. She cou
“You’ve never done this before, Aaron,” Zared finally said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You don’t protect people. Not like this.” Aaron’s expression didn’t falter. “You’re right. I don’t. But this time, I am. Leave.” "What is she to you ?" Aaron stood there, speechless, not answering his question. Zared swallowed hard, a mix of anger and something else-something closer to jealousy-twisting in his gut. He didn’t know what was happening between Aaron and Lily, but one thing was clear: she wasn’t just anyone to Aaron. Was he using her ? Or it was something deeper ? But Zared didn’t move. And that hesitation was all it took. Aaron’s fist collided with his jaw. The force of the punch sent Zared stumbling backward, his hand instinctively flying to his face. The taste of blood filled his mouth as Aaron advanced on him, his face twisted with rage. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Zared shouted, his voice tinged with both pain and anger. “You don’t get to look at her,
Aaron didn't know what to say. "Did you think I couldn't protect myself ? Do I seem weak to you ? Answer me." "I'it's not that, Lily," he hesitated " I just didn't want him to upset you again." "I can handle it myself, Aaron. Do you see what you've done to him? What is he dies ? What if something serious happens to him ? What if he can't make it ?" "Nothing will happen to him, Clara, call the ambulance." Lily was still holding him by his collar and Aaron refused to free himself from her hold. "You shouldn't be caring about him, Lily. He had made you suffer a lot more than this." His eyes pierced into her's. His gaze never leaving her, he held her hands which were tugging at his collar. "He'll be alright, I promise." The tense air in the hospital lounge was stifling. The white walls, the faint smell of antiseptic, and the muffled sounds of hurried footsteps and distant monitors only amplified the unease that had settled among them. Lily was sitting on one of the plas
He had always prided himself on being in control, on knowing what to do in any situation. But now, he felt like a failure. He had tried to do the right thing and had only made things worse. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Finally, Clara spoke again, her voice gentle but firm. “Lily, we can’t do this here. Zared’s in surgery, and we don’t know what’s going to happen. Let’s just focus on that for now.” Lily hesitated, her shoulders sagging as the fight drained out of her. She nodded reluctantly, brushing away her tears. Without another word, she turned and walked back to her seat, leaving Aaron standing there, his heart shattered into pieces. As he watched her go, Aaron felt a profound emptiness settle over him. He leaned against the wall, his head hanging low. The sting of her slap still lingered on his cheek, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his chest. Aaron barely registered the low hum of activity around him in the hospital corridor. The
He wanted to reach out, to stop her, to tell her that everything he had done was for her. But what was the point? She didn’t see him the way he saw her. She didn’t feel for him the way he felt for her. And that realization hurt more than anything else. For the first time Aaron Knight was lost. Zared’s eyes fluttered open after a few hours of Lily sitting on a chair beside his bed, the harsh fluorescent light above momentarily blinding him. He blinked a few times, his vision adjusting, and when he finally focused, his gaze landed on her. Lily was sitting in the chair beside his bed, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her caramel hair was slightly messy, strands falling over her face, and her hazel eyes were fixed on the ground, though her expression was unreadable. “Lily,” Zared uttered, his voice hoarse and weak. His lips curved into a small, relieved smile. “You’re here.” Lily shifted in her seat, sitting up straighter as she looked at him. “You’re awake,” she said
When the three of them returned home, the air in the house was heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. Lily retreated to her bedroom immediately, her heart weighed down by guilt and confusion, she wanted to be in a close space rather than the chilly windy weather outside. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the closed glass window, the weather was beautiful, it was the perfect proportion of a chilly night and a warm night, it wasn't very cold but also wasn't very warm. The sky looked beautiful, painted with all the stars, it was almost like the weather was mocking. She of the events of the day replaying in her mind like a relentless film reel. The image of Aaron’s face after she slapped him was burned into her memory. The shock, the hurt in his eyes-it had been unbearable to see. Lily groaned softly, burying her hands between her thighs. Maybe I went too far...she thought. Yes, it was Aaron’s fault that Zared ended up in the hospital. His anger had exploded, and
The breakfast table was unusually quiet as the three of them sat down, the clinking of cutlery and the birds' chirping filled the silence. Aaron, dressed sharply for the day, focused on his plate, eating with measured movements. Clara tried to lighten the mood with casual chatter, but Lily remained quiet, her gaze flickering toward Aaron nervously. As he finished his breakfast and pushed his chair back to stand, Lily took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. She should probably say something, she thought. For Aaron to not utter a word not even talk with Clara if not Lily, was something Lily didn't often notice "Aaron," she said softly. He paused, glancing at her briefly but not saying anything. "I just… I just wanted to say I’m sorry," Lily continued, her voice sincere but hesitant. "For what I did yesterday. I shouldn’t have—" “It’s okay,” Aaron interrupted, his tone nonchalant, as if brushing off an inconsequential matter. He didn’t even look
"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