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
"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
It was an autumn morning and the streets of Belgravia were nearly full with tourists from across the world.Lily Sterling , an 18-year-old, residing in Belgravia, a western central district of London was getting ready for her wedding.She had an elder sister named Rose with whom she was not particularly close.Rose and Lily were the daughters of Ronald Sterling and Rebecca Sterling.Ronald Sterling was the 32nd richest bussinesman in London. Th Sterlings were going through a downfall in their company as The Williams offered to help through partnership. The Sterlings were looking for a man for their elder daughter after getting to know that she had an affair with her classmate from college.The Williams wanted their son to get married as well, as he was now settled and declared as the CEO of their company. Both of the families needed each other and hence agreed upon marrying their children.Rose was to be married to the CEO of the largest company known to London and also a billionaire, Za
Lily quickly followed Zared before he disappeared from her sight.She went behind him and followed him upstairs to where his room was."Come with me" Zared said with a straight face and went along the hallway of the first floor. Lily followed him quietly until he stopped at the end of the hallway. "This will be your room. I don't like anyone invading my privacy so you'll stay here and I'll be in my room" He completed his sentence with a cold voice and a straight face and made his way to his room without turning back to even take a glance at Lily or wait for her to reply.It was as if he was talking to himself. “Wait” Lily said, making Zared sigh and turn around with his eyebrows raised in question.“I know we've both been forced into this, but let's just accept it? After all, there's nothing else we can do“ Zared scoffed a little, turned around and brought his steps forward towards Lily. “That's probably what you wanted all along. Listen to me, I'm never going to accept you neither t
Lily woke up to the sound of the ringing alarm, her hands stretched and found her phone to dismiss it. She lied on the bed, staring at nothing, contemplating that today would just be another day of trying to gain Zared's attention and trust. It was Lily’s ultimate goal since she got married to Zared nearly 6 months ago. You can also say it was her daily routine now. She had been misunderstood and mistreated for far too long and she deserved to be trusted and loved, is what she thought. She was madly in love with Zared, and every time her gaze met his ocean blue eyes, she would fall in love with him all over again, but she could not do anything to prove that it was genuine. Tearing the blanket off her body, she got up and made her way towards the shower.Over the course of the six months, Zared never gave Lily a single tender glance, instead, he would yell at her and beg her to leave him alone. It seemed to him that Lily was only seeking his attention in order to get his credit cards s
Lily was determined not to give up because she was concerned that if he went to bed empty-stomach, he might become ill. She also noticed that he's getting skinnier which made her more worried and she unknowingly blamed herself for it. She went towards him and held his arm before he reached the stairs trying to stop him. "Zared, you-""WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME LIVE?!, EVERY TIME I WAKE UP, I NEED TO SEE YOUR DISGUSTING FACE, EVERY TIME I COME FROM MY OFFICE EXPECTING TO TAKE SOME REST, YOU START IRRITATING ME. JUST STOP IT.YOU. ARE. NOT.MY.WIFE. STOP ACTING LIKE MY F*CKING WIFE"He shouted and yanked her hand. She was frightened by his action ,tears started forming in her eyes as she processed what he just said. It was never unknown to Lily but it was just hard for her to hear it from him in this clear words, to accept it, to accept that this was the reality. "I'm-I'm sorry" Lily said with a trembling voice, trying not to break down. "Your sorry won't do a damn thing, I would appr
Zared went downstairs and settled on the couch in the living room continuing his work. He saw Lily throwing the pieces of the mug in the dustbin while sobbing and trembling....'Urgh why does she have to be so annoying all the time, Man I can't stand this lady' Zared thought to himself. Lily spent the night sobbing in her room, her eyes were swollen from all the crying and her head in extreme pain but her tears won't stop. The thoughts in her mind,the questions,the overthinking was slowly killing her and she was not able to help it. She wanted to escape this world, escape to somewhere,where only happiness existed. She didn't like the people here, the people this world consisted of were cruel, selfish, heartless, ungrateful and what not, they only saw kind people like a use and throw product, they would take advantage of them and then throw them to the dogs. She hated this world, the people, the worries they gave her, the anguish they put her in... She was tired of this world. She clos
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 eve
"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