로그인Lily Thompson
I tore my gaze away from the man standing before me, focusing instead on my daughter, who beamed up at me with unwavering excitement. Her innocence was a soothing balm to my racing thoughts, grounding me in the present moment.
Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I mustered a smile for her sake and knelt down. "Thank you, sweetheart," I said softly, reaching out to ruffle her hair affectionately. "But why don't you go inside and start on your homework? Mommy needs to have a little chat with our guest."
My daughter's smile faded for a moment, her brow furrowing in confusion, but she nodded obediently and scampered inside, leaving the two of us alone on the porch.
Once she was out of earshot, I stood up and turned my attention back to the man standing before me, the man whose presence dredged up memories I had long buried beneath the weight of time.
"Ryan," I whispered, his name a ghost on my lips as I struggled to find my voice.
He nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "Lily," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and longing.
For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence was deafening. But then, with a tentative sigh, Ryan took a step forward, closing the distance between us.
"I never thought I'd see you again," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But fate has a funny way of bringing people back together, doesn't it?"
I couldn't help but laugh, the sound bitter and full with pain and anger. "Fate," I repeated, the word heavy with irony. "More like cruel irony."
Ryan's expression softened, his eyes filled with an unspoken apology. "I know I hurt you, Lily," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm sorry. I've spent years regretting what happened between us, wishing I could go back and make things right."
I wanted to believe him, wanted to let go of the anger and resentment that had festered in my heart for so long. But old wounds ran deep, and forgiveness didn't come easily.
“Ryan, I really don’t want to see you here” I said, trying hard to block out all my emotions “please leave”
“Lily, I won’t leave you again no matter how much you push me away. I’ll always be here for you and your daughter” he said sounding genuine but I wasn’t about to fall for the same trick he used years back
“Oh, really, where were you when I needed you the most, why weren’t you there for me” I said, raising my voice, tears almost dropping from my eyes “now you appear all of a sudden and think I’ll let you back into my life, into my daughter’s life? You really must be delusional
My daughter comes back to the porch probably because she heard me shouting at Ryan and sees my eyes teary and instantly knows that something is wrong
“Mommy, what’s wrong” she said, looking up at me
I immediately get on my knees and give her a hug “nothing is wrong, my love. Just go inside, mommy will be with you soon”
“Will uncle Riri be joining us for dinner?” she asked
“Uncle Riri? Who’s that” I asked. Totally confused
“Your new husband” she whispered into my ears and giggled
So, she abbreviated his name to Riri. She looked so excited and it was contagious but too bad I’m going to have to ruin her excitement for our won good
“No, uncle Riri will not be staying for dinner” I said and her smiles and all her excitement completely vanished “he has some work to take care, right Ryan?”
I stood up and looked at him signaling him to agree with me and just leave and he does
“Uhm yes, Bells, I would love to stay but I’ve got some urgent work to attend to. I’m so sorry” he said
Bells? So they gave each other nicknames. How long did they stay on the porch waiting for me?
Isabella ran over to him and held his left leg with her tiny hands
“Please don’t go uncle Riri” she begged “can’t your work wait just for today?” she pleaded
Ryan looks at me pleadingly hoping I'll change my resolve but I don’t. I won’t give him that chance to break me all over again
When I don’t agree, he picks up Isabella “I’m so sorry, Bells” he says and she wraps her hands around his neck and starts crying
I quickly rush over and take her away from him and hold her in my arms. Isabella has always been a cheerful child. This is the first time in four years that I’ve seen her cry. What charm did Ryan use on my baby girl?
“It’s okay my baby. Uncle Riri will stay for dinner” I found myself saying.
Anything for Isabella even if it meant inviting this monster into my house, just for her sake
“Uncle Riri, you’ll stay?” Isabella asked through tears and sobbing from my arms
“Of course, bells. I’ll postpone my meeting anything for you” he said
She was so happy that she jumped down from my arms and gave him a big hug
“Yayyy, thank you. Now come along, I want to show you my room and my toys” she said, dragging him inside
God, I hope I don’t regret this decision
Lily Thompson I sat there, staring at the red ink bleeding across my test paper. 42/100. Failed. My stomach sank. The professor’s voice echoed in the lecture hall. “Some of you need to reconsider whether you’re keeping up with the coursework. College isn’t forgiving. Life won’t pause for you.” I wanted to laugh bitterly. Life wasn’t pausing for me, that’s for sure. The whispers started behind me. “Isn’t that her? The girl from the news?” “Yeah, the billionaire’s mistress fighting her stepdad.” “No wonder she failed. Too busy being on TV.” I clenched my fist, gripping the test until it crumpled. They didn’t know how it felt to drag yourself through courtrooms, press cameras, death threats, and still try to sit down and memorize constitutional law. After class, I stayed behind, paper in hand. “Professor, can I… can I talk to you?” He looked at me over his glasses. “Lily, you’ve missed three assignments. You failed the last quiz. And now this.” He tapped the pap
Lily Thompson The cameras flashed before I even got out of the car. Reporters pressed forward, voices overlapping, microphones shoved almost into my face. “Miss Thompson , how do you feel now that the debts are being questioned?” “Do you think you’ll finally win your father’s inheritance?” “Are you afraid for your daughter’s safety with all the threats flying around?” The last question made my chest tighten. Isabella. Ryan’s hand came to the small of my back, firm, steady, guiding me past the frenzy. Theo moved closer on my other side, his arm brushing mine as he leaned toward the crowd. “No questions right now,” Theo said calmly, his voice smooth but commanding. “We’ll answer later. Please step back.” I kept my head down, trying to breathe, but my heart was hammering. This wasn’t just court anymore. It felt like a stage, and the whole world was waiting for me to fail or rise. Inside the courthouse, it wasn’t much better. The gallery was full, the press tucked in
The next morning, I woke up with one thing on my mind—my father’s debts. Or rather, the debts my stepfather claimed existed. Theo was already waiting by the car when I stepped outside, coffee in hand. His eyes searched my face. “Ready for this?” I nodded, though my stomach was tied in knots. “I have to be.” Our first stop was the bank listed on the loan documents. Theo sat close beside me in the car, quiet but alert. My lawyer had arranged the meeting, but I could tell even she wasn’t sure what we’d find. Inside, the bank manager greeted us stiffly. He was tall, sharp-suited, with wary eyes. “Ms. Thompson,” he said, glancing at the file in my lawyer’s hands. “You requested records of your late father’s accounts?” “Yes.” My voice wavered, but I held his gaze. Those accounts are private,” he said. “We can’t disclose.” My lawyer slid the papers across the counter. “We have a subpoena if needed.” The man’s smile did not break. “You will need a court order.” We left w
Lily Thompson I sat at the long oak table, my palms pressed flat against the smooth surface, trying to still the tremor in my fingers. The files my lawyer had spread out between us looked endless—thick stacks of papers, photocopied receipts, legal stamps, neatly bound statements. They smelled of dust and ink, but to me, they carried the stench of lies. Ryan sat beside me, his hand resting lightly on my chair, a silent anchor. Theo leaned forward across from me, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the papers like he wanted to tear holes through them. My mother sat opposite too, lips pressed thin, arms folded, as though she were here out of duty and not concern. My lawyer, pushed one file closer to us. “This is what they’ve filed so far,” he said, tapping the stack. “Your stepfather’s counsel presented records that appear to show your late father’s companies in debt. Significant debt. According to these papers, he had no assets left when he passed.” I swallowed hard. “Is that true? W
Lily Thompson When the gavel hit and the judge adjourned, I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. My chest still felt tight. My hands were clammy against the folder I had been gripping all morning. It didn’t matter that the hearing was over for the day. My body still felt trapped in that courtroom, my stepfather’s smug face burned into my mind. I tried to stand as gracefully as I could, but my knees wobbled. Ryan was instantly at my side, steadying me with a hand at my elbow, his touch firm and grounding. “Easy,” he murmured low, just for me. The warmth in his voice almost undid me, but I forced my chin up. The last thing I wanted was for anyone, especially my stepfather to see me break. Theo came around on my other side, holding out a folder. “You were strong in there,” he said, his eyes searching mine with something gentler than I expected. “Don’t let him rattle you.” Strong. I didn’t feel strong. I felt like I’d just been cracked open and put on display.
Lily Thompson The lawyer stood tall, smooth voice carrying across the room. “Your honor, at this time, the defense would like to present evidence.” I froze. My chest tightened. I gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood pressed deep into my palm. The judge gave a small nod, and the lawyer for my stepfather continued. His suit was smooth, his voice even smoother. He carried a brown folder in his hands, and the way he held it made my stomach drop. “Your honor,” he said, sliding the folder open, “we have in our possession a signed waiver. A legal document in which Miss Lily Thompson—” his eyes flicked to me for just a second “—relinquished her rights to the inheritance and asserts years ago. In exchange for financial support, she agreed to step aside.” My heart stopped. The bailiff took the paper, handed it to the judge, and for a second all I could hear was the sound of my own pulse thudding in my ears. The judge adjusted his glasses, scanning the paper slowly. M







