“This will be the last warning.”Marcus frowned as he read the message on his phone, his fingers gripping the device tightly.A sense of foreboding settled in his chest as he tapped on the image attached to the message. The moment the photo loaded, his expression darkened. His jaw clenched. He immediately understood the warning.Shaking his head, he scrolled down, reading through the harsh comments under the news article. The story was about Lilian, and the comment section was flooded with insults, gossip, and outright lies. People were tearing her apart, dragging her reputation through the mud.Marcus exhaled sharply.He already had a strong suspicion about who was behind this.Lily.But he had no idea just how far she was willing to go.His fingers hovered over the screen before he forwarded the message to Lily. He didn’t add any words—just a single question mark.Barely a second later, his phone rang.He glanced at the screen. Lily.Marcus answered, pressing the phone to his ear.“
Marcus said nothing.His grandfather observed him carefully before speaking again. “Your mother told me the other day that it’s Lily you love. Is that true?”Marcus met his grandfather’s gaze but did not answer the question directly. “I will find a way to solve the problems,” he said, his voice steady but distant. Then, without another word, he stood up, bowed his head slightly as a sign of respect, and walked out of the house.Grandpa Thompson didn’t stop him. Instead, he turned to Isabella, his eyes weary. “You can leave too,” he said, his tone quiet yet firm.Isabella hesitated for a moment, watching as her father closed his eyes. She could tell he was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally. Whenever he closed his eyes like that, it meant he didn’t want to be disturbed.She let out a small sigh and stood up, leaving the room without another word.Marcus drove aimlessly for what felt like hours, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t ready to face. His hands gripped
"Sign it, Lilian, we are getting a divorce." Marcus's voice cut through the air like a glacial wind, its icy tone sending shivers down her spine.Lilian's brow furrowed as she heard the words, fear creeping into her heart like a chill."Remember the. birthday party we need to attend? It's almost time for it. We are supposed to leave now." Lilian forced a smile, trying to act like nothing happened but her eyes betrayed her with a hint of imperceptible hurt and tears."It is not necessary. Just sign the paper. This is best for both of us." he frowned, his voice was cold and cruel before he turned on his heel and strode out of the house.Lilian's knees trembled, her weight sinking into them as if the floor had given way beneath her. Her hands fluttered to the ground, bracing herself against the impact, as a sob escaped her lips.How could he just drop that and leave without any explanation?Lilian's thoughts raced back to the countless moments she'd sacrificed for Marcus— the late nights
Marcus entered the hall, his soft smile preceding him as he approached, a radiant expression Lilian had never seen before.Lilian's eyes snapped open, wide with shock. Her breath hitched, throat constricting. Her heart skipped a beat, racing with a mix of confusion.Lilian's gaze flicked between the woman and herself, noticing the similarities in their features - the same nose shape, the same eye color, the same curve of their smiles. Lilian's agitation grew, her fingers quivering like leaves in an autumn breeze, her palms slick with a cold sweat as she struggled to contain her emotions. She rubbed them together and struggled to process the strange sense of familiarity.Lilian convinced herself that it was just a coincidence, but her eyes lingered on the woman, her mind still grappling with the uncanny resemblance. She wondered who she was to Marcus that made them so close. Lilian's chest caved under the weight of her emotions. It felt like a physical force, crushing her heart. Brea
Lilian had no idea how she made her way back to the party. Her face was white, and her lips were red from biting back tears. She stood there in a daze.Suddenly, a scream came out with the sound of shattered glass.“Oh my God, what happened?”Lily crumpled to the ground, with wine and glass under her, and her arm was bleeding.Lillian stood in front of her, startled.“What kind of person would do that?” “She was standing right there. She must be the one who pushed her!” There was an outbreak of muttering at it.“I mean, you think you know someone.” People pointed at Lilian, judging her with disapproval and disgust.Lily tried to stand up, but the broken glass in her palm made her cry in pain.Just as Lillian was about to help her and pull her up, Marcus pushed Lilian away."What did you do to her?" She heard Marcus' cold voice.Marcus's eyes were icy glaciers, their frosty gaze piercing through Lilian like a winter storm, their coldness a palpable force that left her shivering, Like
“What?” She asked in disbelief.Lilian thought she had some ear problems, maybe she misheard his words.“You heard me. Apologize to Lily now!” Marcus demanded, lowering his voice to a stern tone. “Why should I?” Lilian shook her head doubtfully.“Just drop the act. You need to apologize for pushing her,” Marcus laughed scornfully.“I did not push her. She fell down herself,” Lilian took a deep breath.“Why are you still lying? Everyone witnessed it! How could you be so cruel to do that? ” Marcus looked at Lilian with an incredulous stare.Lilian suddenly chuckled, “Is it because of her you wanted to divorce me? You cheated on me with her?” "Is that why you push her? Because of some ridiculous jealousy?" Marcus snorted."Stop dodging my question. Answer it," Lilian said firmly."That's not important. I'm saying you need to apologize,” Marcus said in annoyance."Why did you marry me in the first place?" Lilian's voice cracked, her eyes searching Marcus's face for a glimmer of truth. T
Three days laterA frown creased Marcus's face as he gazed out the window. It had been three days and he had not heard anything from Lilian. She did not call him or even send him a text message like she always does, which was very unusual of her. Marcus's mind during the drive home. As he arrived, he didn't hesitate, getting out of the car and walking into the house with a sense of purpose.It was quiet which was not normal.Marcus walked into their room, he had not slept there for a while and this was the first time he was entering here after a long time.It was unexpected that Lilian was not inside the room.“What trick is she playing this time? What I gave her is plenty for her to live a comfortable life for the rest. Does she think that’s not enough? So greedy.” He thought with a slight frown between his eyes.He scoffed at the thought of this. This annoyed him and made him wonder why he was still thinking about that scheming woman.He turned and was about to walk out of the roo
The high heels clicking on the marble floor, a stylish woman stepped into the airport; she looked confident in a custom-made dress with her designer handbag swinging from her shoulder, and she easily gained others' attention.As Lilian gazed around the airport, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of announcements enveloped her, transporting her back in time.She had never been back to this city since then. She thought the city would be strange to her now, but she was wrong. The moment she landed, the first breath of the air brought her back.This city was special to her with so much memory and, of course, the person she refused to think of.“Are you okay?” Moses asked.''Yes, I'm fine," Lillian forced a smile.Moses looked at her in worry; he wanted to say something, but Lilian changed the subject.“Where is Matt?” Lilian suddenly sounded severe, realizing Matt was not here.Lilian's breath came in short gasps, her hands shaking as she grasped her phone, her mind r
Marcus said nothing.His grandfather observed him carefully before speaking again. “Your mother told me the other day that it’s Lily you love. Is that true?”Marcus met his grandfather’s gaze but did not answer the question directly. “I will find a way to solve the problems,” he said, his voice steady but distant. Then, without another word, he stood up, bowed his head slightly as a sign of respect, and walked out of the house.Grandpa Thompson didn’t stop him. Instead, he turned to Isabella, his eyes weary. “You can leave too,” he said, his tone quiet yet firm.Isabella hesitated for a moment, watching as her father closed his eyes. She could tell he was exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally. Whenever he closed his eyes like that, it meant he didn’t want to be disturbed.She let out a small sigh and stood up, leaving the room without another word.Marcus drove aimlessly for what felt like hours, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t ready to face. His hands gripped
“This will be the last warning.”Marcus frowned as he read the message on his phone, his fingers gripping the device tightly.A sense of foreboding settled in his chest as he tapped on the image attached to the message. The moment the photo loaded, his expression darkened. His jaw clenched. He immediately understood the warning.Shaking his head, he scrolled down, reading through the harsh comments under the news article. The story was about Lilian, and the comment section was flooded with insults, gossip, and outright lies. People were tearing her apart, dragging her reputation through the mud.Marcus exhaled sharply.He already had a strong suspicion about who was behind this.Lily.But he had no idea just how far she was willing to go.His fingers hovered over the screen before he forwarded the message to Lily. He didn’t add any words—just a single question mark.Barely a second later, his phone rang.He glanced at the screen. Lily.Marcus answered, pressing the phone to his ear.“
Noah raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by the situation unfolding before him.Moses, unfazed, shrugged his shoulders. He glanced at the email address once again, but there was nothing. The address was null—completely untraceable. Frustrated, Moses looked up at Franklin, his expression turning more serious. “Can you find the person’s email address? If we could find a way to become friends with them, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. We could use that to our advantage,” Moses suggested, his voice calm but with an edge of determination.Franklin shook his head, the frustration evident in his own voice. “No, it’s impossible. The person used a one-time email address. It’s designed to disappear once it’s been used. No way to track it,” he explained, his tone apologetic but firm.Moses furrowed his brow at the news. “But how did they know we’d need this information?” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “Who is this person? Why are they so involved in all this?” His mind was racing wit
Matt walked into his room and closed the door behind him. His small face was scrunched in frustration, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.He sat down at his desk, turned on his computer, and quickly logged in.Something felt off.He had sensed it the moment he left the living room.And now, curiosity burned inside him like an itch he needed to scratch.He opened his browser and went straight to the internet to see what was happening.He didn’t even have to search for long.His mother’s name was plastered all over the headlines.Matt’s heart dropped.With slightly shaky fingers, he clicked on one of the trending articles.As soon as the page loaded, his eyes skimmed over the comments section.It was full of hatred.“She’s beautiful, but she has such a wicked heart.”“Right? I heard she changed the wedding hall at the last minute just to ruin Lily’s big day.”“I think she’s just jealous that Lily was going to marry a handsome man like Marcus.”“Exactly! Women like her are t
Lilian had no idea about the chaos unfolding online.She hadn’t checked the internet all day.She wasn’t aware that her name was trending, nor did she know that thousands of people were discussing her, analyzing her face, comparing her to Lily, and debating her identity.She simply didn’t care.Her life had changed so drastically in such a short time that she barely had the energy to focus on anything outside her immediate world.At this moment, all she wanted was some peace.She walked into the spacious, elegantly furnished living room, where her brothers and father were seated. The large crystal chandelier cast a soft, golden glow over the room, making everything feel warm and inviting.Yet, despite the comfortable atmosphere, there was a strange tension in the air.Something felt off.Lilian smiled brightly when she saw them. “I’m back,” she said in a cheerful tone.Noah, who had been leaning lazily against the couch, immediately perked up.“Welcome back,” he greeted. Then, with a
For a brief moment, the scandal surrounding Lily’s wedding seemed to fade from public discussion.The internet had found a new obsession—Lilian.Clips of her grand introduction as the heiress of the Gabriel family flooded social media, capturing the attention of thousands. The way she carried herself with elegance and confidence left people in awe.Comments poured in from every direction:“Wow. She’s stunning!”“Right? But… she looks so familiar.”“Honestly! I feel like I’ve seen her before.”“Wait a second—wasn’t she just a nobody? And now she’s the heiress of the Gabriels?”Speculation spread like wildfire. People dug into her past, trying to uncover details about the mysterious woman who had suddenly become one of the most powerful figures in the city.Lily’s Growing JealousyMeanwhile, in the quiet yet tense atmosphere of the Wilson family’s luxurious living room, Lily sat stiffly on the couch, her eyes locked on the television screen. Her expression was dark, her knuckles white f
The news was everywhere.Social media, online blogs, and even major news outlets were flooded with headlines about the latest scandal. Two names dominated the trending list—Lily and Lilian. However, while one was trending for something positive, the other was at the center of sheer humiliation.Lily’s disastrous wedding had become the biggest topic of discussion.The headlines were brutal.“Abandoned at the Altar: Lily’s Wedding Disaster!”“The Thompsons Humiliate Bride—No Groom, No Family!”“A Wedding Without a Groom? What Really Happened?”The comments under the articles and posts were relentless, with thousands of people expressing shock, sympathy, and speculation.“She really got abandoned?” one user wrote in disbelief.“I thought the Thompsons were a responsible family?” another replied.“Exactly! Why did they treat her like that? Poor girl.”“She was engaged to the CEO for more than five years. And then, on the day of her wedding, her groom didn’t show up. Not him, not his famil
The following week, Lilian did not go to the company for a while. She needed time to process everything that had happened—the sudden change in her position, the realization that she was now in charge, and the responsibility that came with it. For days, she stayed home, contemplating whether she was truly ready to take on this role.Eventually, she knew she couldn’t delay it any longer. Monday morning arrived, and she made the decision to resume work.Unlike before, when she used to enter the building as an ordinary employee, today felt different. The moment she stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance, there was an unfamiliar weight on her shoulders. Everything about this moment felt significant. She wasn’t just an assistant anymore—she was now the CEO.Moses walked beside her, just like he always had, but this time, their positions had officially switched. The once-powerful CEO was now her assistant. It was a strange and amusing turn of events, but Lilian knew he had no
Gabriel smiled with satisfaction as he observed his children. They were all making him proud, each excelling in their own way. Tonight had been a significant moment, and he couldn’t have been happier with how things had turned out.As he sat at the table, a group of CEOs approached him, their eyes gleaming with admiration and curiosity. One of them, a well-dressed man in his fifties, extended his hand in greeting.“Mr. Gabriel, it’s a pleasure to see you,” he said. “When did you return to the country? I didn’t hear any news about your arrival.” His tone carried genuine surprise.Gabriel shook his hand with a polite smile. “It has been about a week or two now,” he replied, his voice calm and composed.Another CEO, an older gentleman with silver-streaked hair, leaned in slightly, his gaze shifting to Lilian. He smiled in admiration. “You have a beautiful daughter, Mr. Gabriel,” he remarked. Then, with a chuckle, he added, “Is she single? How about arranging a blind date between her and