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 appreciate it if you just minded your own business ,just go get a life, and for God's sake, stop bothering me with your 'eat your dinner' 'Have your breakfast' and stuff, you're not my mom and not my wife. Just stop testing my patience and let me be. This is the last time I am asking you politely; remember, the next time I need to tell you this, it will not be a polite request, but something you will regret for the rest of your life, believe me."Lily was scared of him, she was scared after hearing him say 'this polite request' she couldn't imagine what would be next if this is what he called a polite request. She was too frightened."I'm sorry, I just-I just care about you...I just don't want you to be bothered or annoyed, but it's just that-that, I want you to be healthy and have your m-meals on t-time, I was just wor-worried fo-""Shut up please, will you? Don't start with the 'but I love you' drama. I don't need your love and I'm capable of taking care of myself,so you can get lost and humbly try not to show your face to me again."He left and went to his room.'Am I nothing to him?Did he not accept me as his wife yet?After all I've done for him,why is everyone like this to me? ' Lily thought to herself, asked herself once again, drowning in her pool of doubts and thoughts thinking it was her fault, her fault again.She sobbed uncontrollably as she ran to her bedroom. She cried and cried and cried and didn't realise when drifted to sleep, she was tired and lacked rest, it didn't take her much time to fall asleep.Her eyes opened, the first thing she did was glance at the clock. It was 2am, the time when Zared works in his study, this was her first thought after waking up, after he said, what he did, she was still thinking about him. She got up to make coffee for him, still afraid of him but not at all in the mood for giving up.She gives him coffee everyday at this hour, sometimes he doesn't accept it and sometimes he drinks it subconsciously busy in his work.She went inside his room and then raised her hand to knock on the door but decided to just open it. There he was, with the warm light shining on half of his face, making his side profile appear surreal. She made her way towards him and stretched her hand holding coffee towards him."Zared, Your coffee"He took off his glasses and turned his whole body towards her instead of just his face."Did I ask you to bring it?" He asked with a blank expression."No, but you-""That's it , If I didn't ask for it, I don't need it. I'll do it for myself when I need it,you can go?""But Zar-"Zared: "Go.away," he said and turned his chair towards the table again wearing his galsses back and continuing with his work."At least-" Lily said while moving the coffee mug closer to him"I SAID I DON'T WANT IT!!!!!!!"He shouted while yanking her hand away which caused the mug to slip from her hand, the hot coffee stung the back of her right hand and the mug smashed into pieces as it touched the floor."URGHH!!! "Zared picked his laptop up and left the room frustrated, leaving Lily alone. The burn didn't hurt Lily like this action of Zared did.She forgot her hand was burnt, she fell down on her knees breaking down in tears. She was more than hurt seeing Zared leave while she was here in so much pain in front of him.She wiped her tears and started to collect the broken mug's pieces while sobbing when accidentally one of them made a cut on her hand at the same spot on which the coffee was spilled making her whimper more.She was a crying mess and once again, she had no one around to witness her anguish, no one that would take care of her, no one to worry about her, no one to ask her if she was okay or if it was hurting... no one...She picked up the mug's pieces and set them aside in the dust tray, accepting the situation before going to the restroom to wash her hands. She applied cold cream on the burn and then a band-aid, still sobbing. She has learned to take care of herself because she has never had someone else do these tasks for her.She was not used to it and should not be, even though she has been doing this since she was a young child.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
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
"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