New York, with its endless possibilities, was a place where they could dream without limits. One night, as they stood on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, looking out at the city lights that stretched as far as the eye could see, Lily felt a sense of clarity. The city had given her a new perspective, a reminder that life was vast and full of potential. Clara, standing beside her, squeezed her hand. "You know, Lily," Clara said softly, "New York might just be the start of something amazing for you." Lily smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart. "I think so, I spent too long working on others, maybe it's time I should start writing my story." Their vacation was a whirlwind of excitement and discovery, but it also provided the space Lily needed to reflect and heal. She realized that while the past had shaped her, it didn't have to define her future. New York was a reminder that she had the strength to move forward, to find happiness on her own terms. One cr
He quickly followed Zared while making sure to keep a safe distance. When Zared entered a nearby hotel, Aaron noted the name and decided he needed answers. He couldn’t let Zared disrupt the fragile peace Lily was beginning to find. Aaron spent the next few hours digging for information, using his contacts and the internet to track down Zared’s hotel room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, ready to erupt. By the time he reached the hotel, his resolve was steeled. He wasn’t going to let Zared hurt Lily again. He marched into the hotel lobby and headed straight for the elevators, bypassing the front desk with a determined stride. Once he reached Zared’s floor, he took a deep breath and approached the door. Without hesitation, he knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. He knocked a few more times before noticing a response. Zared opened the door, his expression shifting from surprise to recognition and then confusion. “Aaron? What are you doing here?” Aaron didn’t was
The atmosphere was pleasant, filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of cutlery against plates. As they perused the menus, Aaron couldn't help but steal glances at Lily. The way she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her soft smile as she read the descriptions of the dishes, even the subtle way she drummed her fingers on the table, all of it captivated him. He felt a pang of awkwardness every time she caught his eye, her gaze questioning but kind. "So, what are we thinking?" Clara asked, breaking the silence. "I hear the seafood here is fantastic." Lily nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I think I’ll try the lobster ravioli. It sounds delicious." “I thought you didn't like seafood.” Clara asked, amazed. “I don't, but I want to try this.” Aaron cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus on the menu. "I’ll go with the steak. Medium rare." Clara chuckled. "Classic. You and your steaks." As they waited for their food, the conversatio
It gave him hope and made him feel that, despite everything, there was a chance for something more between them, just maybe. Even as he lay in bed, the memory of her voice lingered, bringing a smile to his face. The simple act of hearing his name from her lips was enough to make his heart soar, and he fell asleep with a sense of contentment, dreaming of the possibilities that lay ahead. As he walked away, Aaron couldn’t shake the feeling that his life was at a crossroads. He knew he had to tread carefully, but he also knew that he couldn’t ignore his feelings forever. For now, though, he was content to be by Lily’s side, supporting her in any way he could. The night drew to a close, and the city of New York twinkled outside their windows. Tomorrow, they would return to London, but the memories of this trip would stay with them, etched into their hearts like the vibrant lights of Times Square against the night sky. Returning to London brought a sense of familiarity and routine
She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine remorse, but the wounds he had caused were still fresh. She remained silent, allowing him to pour out his heart, each word a step towards his own redemption. "I understand if you can't forgive me," Zared continued, his voice breaking. "But I needed to tell you how much I regret my actions. You deserved so much better, and I failed you." When he finished, there was a long silence. Lily finally spoke, her voice steady but cold. "I appreciate your apology, Zared. I can see that you're genuinely sorry, but it's not that simple. The pain and mistrust you caused don't just disappear because you say you're sorry." Zared's shoulders slumped, a look of defeat crossing his face. "You've given me a lifetime of trauma and it is never ever going to disappear." "I know. I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I just wanted you to know how much I regret everything." Lily nodded, her eyes hardening slightly. "Thank you for telling me
Upon arriving at the man’s house, Zared was introduced to his new family. The man’s wife greeted him with warmth and kindness, while the man's mother welcomed him with open arms. However, the man’s sister, who lived with them, was another story. Her demeanor was cold and aloof. She never showed genuine happiness for her brother or his wife, instead harboring a deep seated jealousy and resentment. Her spitefulness extended to her own brother's wife, who had been able to marry and start a family while she remained single and bitter. Despite the warmth and care from the man and his wife, Zared’s life took a dark turn. Over the years, his father’s sister’s bitterness turned into evil. The basement, once a place for family gatherings, became a chamber of horror. Whenever Zared’s parents were away, she would summon her men to bind him and subject him to cruel, abusive treatment and would sexually assault him. Her actions were driven by a twisted sense of control and revenge, and she thr
He recalled how he had allowed his fears to dictate his actions. The emotional wounds of his past and the regret of his present intertwined, leaving him with an overwhelming sense of sorrow and helplessness. The possibility of reconciliation seemed as distant as the happiness he had once envisioned, and the pain of his realizations became an unrelenting companion. The days passed in a blur for Lily. Despite her best efforts to immerse herself in her studies, her mind constantly drifted back to Zared. His tear-streaked face, the anguish in his eyes, and his desperate pleas for forgiveness haunted her thoughts. She sat at her desk, textbooks and notes sprawled before her, yet the words seemed to blur together. Each time she tried to concentrate, memories of Zared's visit invaded her mind. She saw him standing at the door, his voice trembling as he asked for her forgiveness. The image of him collapsing in the street, broken and weeping was seared into her memory. It was impossible t
The sea seemed to beckon him, a quiet whisper in the back of his mind. What if he just jumped? Would the world stop? Would Lily come for him? Would she finally feel something for him, even if it was just pity or regret? He stood there for a long time, lost in his thoughts. The idea of ending his misery became more appealing with each passing second. He climbed up onto the railing, his heart pounding in his chest. He balanced precariously, staring down at the dark water below. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, ready to let go of everything. Just as his feet slipped and he began to fall, a hand grabbed his arm, yanking him back onto the bridge. He fell onto the hard pavement, a sharp pain shooting through his head. Dazed and disoriented, he looked up to see who had saved him. "Lily?" he whispered in disbelief. She stood above him, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and concern. Lily had been walking in a daze, lost in her own thoughts, when she saw Zared standing on the
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
The day was quiet, too quiet for Lily’s liking. Aaron had been called away for an urgent business meeting, leaving her alone in the penthouse. Normally, she’d enjoy the solitude, but today felt different. Her gaze wandered to the key sitting on her side table, the one Aaron had handed her a few days ago to the study. She hadn’t ventured inside yet, mostly because it felt too personal, too private. But now, with the emptiness of the penthouse pressing in on her, curiosity got the better of her. Sliding the key into the lock, she pushed the door open, stepping inside her fingers brushed against the dark wood of the desk. The view of the city skyline stretched beyond the glass, but her attention was drawn to a folder sitting in the center of the desk. It wasn’t marked, but something about it seemed out of place. “Just a peek,” she murmured to herself, feeling a twinge of guilt. Sliding the folder closer, she flipped it open-and froze. The first thing she saw was a phot
The last few days passed with Lily immersed in his studies and Aaron struggling to manage studies with the company work. Both of them got little time to spend together over the last two weeks-especially in Clara's absence. Aaron insisted they tell Clara about their relationship but Lily protested-too embrassed to admit she was right all the time. It was late in the afternoon when Lily was curled up on the couch with a book again, her feet tucked under her, while Aaron sat nearby with his laptop open. Clara was gone since morning and said she'd return late today. The quiet intimacy of the moment was broken only by the occasional click of the keyboard or the rustle of pages as Lily flipped through her novel. She glanced up, catching Aaron staring at her. “What?” “You,” he said simply, his voice low and teasing. Lily raised an eyebrow, though her lips twitched in amusement. “Me?” Aaron nodded, pushing off the wall and walking toward her. “I’ve been trying to work all day,
“Then I’d wait,” he said simply, his tone unwavering. “However long it took.”Lily felt her chest tighten at the sincerity in his words. “You don’t have to wait anymore. I’m ready.”His eyes searched hers, as if he couldn’t quite believe her words. “You mean that?”She nodded. “I mean it.”There was a pause before Lily resumed."So...are we....exclusive now?” her tone light but her gaze searching.Aaron’s grin widened, his confidence returning. “Lily, I’ve been exclusive to you since the day we met. You’ve been the only one for me.”Her cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, suddenly feeling shy under the intensity of his gaze.“Since then?" She asked when she realised what he had said.Aaron tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Since then. And you? Am I the only one for you?”Lily smiled, her hand brushing lightly against his chest. “Yes. It’s only you.”His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he let out a breath he didn’t seem to realize he’d been holding. “Good. Because
Lily looked up at him with widened eyes, unsure of what to say. “You don’t have to use it,” he added quickly. “I just thought...if you ever needed anything, it might help.” Clara raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, though she had a massive smirk on her face.“Thank you?" Lily said, unsure.Aaron held her gaze for a beat longer before nodding and leaving the room. As the door closed behind him, Clara leaned in, “You know what that is, right?” “What?” Lily asked. “That’s trust,” Clara said with a grin. In the quiet moments that followed, Lily stared at the key in her hand, her mind racing. Trust, she thought. It was a small gesture, but it carried more weight than Aaron probably realized. The day had stretched into a quiet evening, Lily stood by the large windows of the penthouse, watching the sunset. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, all centering on Aaron.He had been quieter than usual after their last conversation. She could sense the weight of his emotions every ti
Lily was curled up on the couch at the penthouse, with the same book in her lap. Her mind wandered restlessly, replaying Aaron’s intense behavior at the café and the protectiveness in his eyes. Clara had wisely given her space after their conversation, though Lily suspected she was lurking somewhere nearby, ready to jump in with more pointed observations. Lily sighed, snapping the book shut and leaning back against the cushions. Damian’s voice broke the silence. “Ms. Lily, Mr. Knight wants you, he's at the balcony.” Lily looked up. “Did he say why?” “He didn’t,” Damian replied, his tone as formal as ever. “But he did insist it was important.” Lily hesitated, her heart skipping a beat. “Alright,” she murmured, setting the book aside. Aaron was already on the balcony when she stepped outside, his tall frame silhouetted against the city skyline. The evening breeze ruffled his hair slightly, softening the usual sharpness of his appearance. He turned at the sound of her fo