As Marcus stepped into his office, he surprisingly found out someone was in his office already.“How do you get in here?” Marcus frowned, thinking maybe he needed to hire another secretary.He was tired of Lily just showing up without telling him. She had no boundaries; she just came and went freely, like his office was some kind of amusement park.Lilian would never do that.Seeing Lily's face, with its identical almond-shaped eyes and petite nose somehow cooled him down.“Who is she?” Lily sneered, sitting on Marcus's seat while throwing a stack of photos on the table. Marcus walked towards her. Lily's perfume enveloped Marcus, its sweet scent curdling in his stomach like some poison, making his gut twist with discomfort.“She is my business partner.” He answered coldly as he picked up one of the photos.“A business partner? Do I look like a fool to you?” Lily asked in a sarcastic tone."Yes, believe it or not, she is just a business partner," Marcus explained patiently again.Marc
Marcus walked out of the room hurriedly, he scanned the club, his eyes scouring the crowd.He stumbled downstairs faster with his heart beating so fast against his chest when he saw the familiar figure.Marcus grabbed the lady’s hand, but soon with a disappointed look on his face. That was not the one he was expecting to see.Marcus closed his eyes and opened them with a deep breath.“I’m sorry,” he apologized before he buried his face into his hands with a crushing sense of powerlessness.He should have given up a long time ago. How could he still expect she would come back to the city after she left in despair?“Watch out!” He heard a voice shrieking behind him.Marcus immediately turned around. He was shocked to see the person he was looking for in front of him.Lilian?‘Could it be that I am hallucinating again?’ He thought.Marcus just stood there and stared at her thoroughly, but she didn't disappear as it always did.Marcus's eyes locked onto Lilian's, and for an instant, time
Marcus looked back, and a strange man was holding Lilian's wrist with a serious look."Let go. It's none of your business," Marcus said coldly, looking at him in bored dislike."Who are you to say that's none of my business?" The man was annoyed to laugh, not flinch even a little bit.“She is my wife, and this is a private conversation,” Marcus explained, trying to be patient as best as he could. " 'EX’' wife. We were divorced years ago." Lilian corrected, clarifying there was nothing between them."Sounds like you are the one who needs to back off now." The man said it with an ironic smile."Stop! Both of you! " Lilian demanded with a frown, shaking their hands away while giving the man a look before Marcus wanted to say something."Do you know him? Who is he?" Marcus asked, confused at the intimacy of the look the man and Lilian exchanged."You just realized it until now?" The man smirked at Marcus."I'm Moses. Lilian and I are actually very close, much closer than you think." Mose
Completely exhausted, Marcus finally got home. He was surprised to see Lily there; he thought he would have some alone time after the big fight, and he was not really in the mood for another one again."Why are you here?" Marcus frowned."I just want to apologize for earlier in the office. I'm so sorry. " Lily sounded pitiful with teary eyes as she stood up and walked towards him.“What happened?” Lily immediately noticed the hurt and bruises on his face. She tried to touch his face, but Marcus dodged her.After Lilian slapped him, Moses also punched him, and it turned into a fight between Marcus and Moses, ending with Marcus's friends and the security stopping them. It wasn't that bad since Moses didn't look any better than Marcus.“Nothing happened. It's just an accident.” Marcus answered with a straight face.Lily looked at him suspiciously; she felt it was weird, and it didn't seem like an accident.“What are you doing here?” Marcus changed the subject."You know, I always want to
Lily never expected to see that woman again in her life.Was Lilian back for Marcus? Did Lilian just challenge her to win Marcus back?Her mind was filled with all the possibilities. Lily didn't know why she panicked but she calmed herself for Marcus had chosen her over Lilian before and he would keep choosing her definitely."Is there anything wrong?" Favour looked at Lily worriedly, noticing Lily's expression was a bit off ever since Lily emerged from the washroom."I'm ok." Lily forced a smile but her face was pale as if she just went through something horrible."Come on, it's me. You can tell me anything." Favour insisted, looking Lily in the eyes."Well, I just saw Marcus's ex in the restroom."Lily bited her lower lip a little like she didn't know quite how to say that but she told Favour anyway.“Did she do something to you? Where is she?” Favour asked Lily angrily.Lily looked innocent, she shook her head as she didn't want to cause any trouble, but she glanced at Lilian's dire
Favour grabbed the invitation card rudely from Lilian's hand with her face changed and checked the card thoroughly.Lilian's invitation card was similar to the invitation card Favour got. They had the same format with the same fancy lettering but they were different in details, the most obvious thing was the colour difference.Favour was relieved with a mocking smile while she casually put the invitation card on the security's hand and stated.“It’s a fake invitation card.”The people also started whispering immediately.“She really used a fake invitation card to get in here?” “She is really bold, what is her aim and purpose for coming?”“Who knows? Maybe she's a gold digger?”Lily finally breathed a sigh of relief but she acted like surprised that she never thought Lilian would do that."I believed you. How could you fake the invitation? If you really want to come to the party, you could always come to me and Marcus for help." Lily said in frustration but she smiled to Lilian secret
A stunned look on Clara's face as the man's imposing figure emerged from the crowd.“Hello, Mr. Stephan. Is there anything wrong?" Clara put on a smile. Clara didn't expect it would draw Mr. Stephan's awareness. Mr. Stephan was not the kind of person who would get into things like this. So what brought him here now? Clara refused to think about the worst possible scenario."She’s with me." The man's chin pointed in Lilian's direction slightly and a simple statement of his was powerful enough.Clara's biggest fear came true."I'm truly sorry, Mr. Stephan. I don't know that. This must be a misunderstanding." Clara apologized right the second and her face grew pale with great anxiety.The Stephan family was a low-key family which meant it was extremely hard to make a connection with them. Clara's father put in so much effort and prepared a lot to finally have a tiny possibility. The Stephan family was the only reason the whole party existed. Her father would kill her if Clara was the on
“Sorry, I just lost my footing and did not stand still,” Lily's lips curled into a strained smile as she stood up straight, her shoulders squaring, and her eyes wandering in embarrassment. Lilian revealed a hint of disdain in her eyes. She knew exactly what happened, another textbook example of Lily's little tricks, trying to escape and also frame her again, two birds with one stone.If Lily still thought she was the same person Lily could make a fool of, then she was wrong. The old Lilian had died and she was not naive anymore.“It seems you are the one here with no invitation card tho,” Lilian scoffed, she would not let Lily get away easily this time.Lily was shaking in pressure and her breath caught in her throat when she saw everyone whispering and pointing at her.How could she be the one down in the confrontation with Lilian? From when things started to out of her control exactly? What could she do to save it now?Lily's hands fluttered involuntarily and her eyes blinked faste
Marcus nodded, barely acknowledging the item Mrs. Thompson had suggested. His focus remained glued to his phone, his thumb moving in a rhythmic pattern as he scrolled. The faint glow from the screen illuminated his face, highlighting his disinterest.Mrs. Thompson sighed, her lips curving slightly upward into a knowing smile. “Let’s take it,” she said, her voice brisk but decisive as she turned to her daughter, Lily.“Okay, Mom,” Lily replied obediently, adjusting the strap of her purse.They didn’t head to the cashier immediately. Instead, they wandered the aisles a bit longer, their steps leisurely as they perused the shelves. The mall’s ambiance was lively yet refined, with the soft hum of conversations and the occasional ding of registers creating a backdrop of familiarity. Shoppers moved with purpose, some clutching baskets overflowing with items, while others strolled with less urgency, seemingly enjoying the experience.Eventually, Mrs. Thompson and Lily made their way to the c
The next morning, Lily walked into the living room, her steps slow and deliberate. She had spent the night at Mrs. Thompson’s house because today was the day they were set to visit Marcus’s grandparents. The thought of the visit made her stomach churn, and as much as she wanted to avoid it, she knew there was no escape.“You’re awake,” Mrs. Thompson greeted warmly, looking up from the sofa where she sat sipping tea. Her smile, as always, was bright and welcoming.“Yes. How was your night, Mom?” Lily asked, attempting to mirror Mrs. Thompson’s energy despite her inner anxiety.“It was fine, dear. And you? Did you sleep well?” Mrs. Thompson asked, setting her teacup down on the table.Lily nodded. “Yes, I did. Thank you.”Mrs. Thompson beamed at her. “Marcus will be here soon. I already called him.”Hearing this, Lily raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, we’re going this morning?” she asked, unable to hide the slight reluctance in her voice.“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Thompson replied, her tone c
Lilian descended the stairs slowly, her hand brushing against the smooth wooden railing. The sound of muffled voices from the living room reached her ears, sparking her curiosity. She hesitated at the bottom step, tilting her head slightly as she tried to discern who her father was talking to. When she stepped into the living room, she paused, surprised to find her dad sitting with another man she didn’t recognize.Her eyes flicked between the two, and her brow furrowed. Who’s this? she wondered. Her father wasn’t exactly the most sociable person. In fact, he barely interacted with others outside their family. The idea of him befriending someone so quickly—especially since it hadn’t even been a week since he’d returned home—seemed odd.“Dad,” Lilian called, her voice breaking the quiet hum of their conversation. She smiled as she spoke, her tone warm and familiar.Francis looked up, his expression betraying a mix of surprise and amusement. “Oh, Lilian. You’re home?” he asked, clearly
“Did he take you to meet his grandparents yet?” Mrs. Thompson asked suddenly, her voice breaking through the calm of the afternoon.Lily froze, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. “They’re back?” she asked, her voice tinged with both surprise and unease.Mrs. Thompson nodded with a warm, reassuring smile. “I suppose they were informed about the wedding, so they came back. You don’t need to be nervous, dear. They’ll accept you—they’ve always trusted Marcus’s judgment,” she said confidently.“Oh,” Lily muttered, nodding slowly. Her mind was already spinning. Grandpa Thompson, back so soon? She had hoped to avoid another encounter with him until after the wedding.Mrs. Thompson studied Lily’s face for a moment, then continued. “I’ll talk to Marcus and make sure he takes you to meet them this week. It’s important to pay your respects before the wedding. That’s how it’s always been done in this family,” she added firmly but kindly.Lily forced a small smile, though her st
“Have you made a list of the guests you want to invite to the wedding?” Mrs. Thompson asked once they had finished eating, her tone gentle but filled with curiosity.Lily shook her head. “I’ll just let you decide,” she replied with a warm, effortless smile.Mrs. Thompson’s expression softened even more, her pride in Lily evident. “That’s very considerate of you. But surely, you’d like to invite some of your friends, wouldn’t you? Or do you not have anyone in mind?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, a knowing smile on her face.Lily thought for a moment, her gaze drifting to the window. “Well… I do have a few friends I could invite,” she said softly, as if she hadn’t considered it before.“Good. Just give me their names, and I’ll add them to the guest list,” Mrs. Thompson said with a nod, her organizational mind already at work.“Sure, Mom,” Lily replied, her smile bright and sweet.Mrs. Thompson leaned back slightly, looking at Lily thoughtfully. “Have you seen Marcus this week?”
Lily breathed a sigh of relief as she scrolled through her phone, checking the news and social media updates. There was nothing—no mention of her confrontation with Lilian at the mall. The tense exchange still lingered in her mind, replaying in flashes of sharp words and raised voices. If someone had seen them and posted about it, she would have been mortified. More importantly, Mrs. Thompson might have found out. The thought alone made her shudder.Mrs. Thompson valued poise and self-control, qualities Lily had worked hard to demonstrate since meeting Marcus’s family. If the older woman learned that Lily had been publicly arguing with Marcus’s ex-wife, it could damage her carefully built reputation. It didn’t matter that Lilian had provoked her—what mattered was the perception. Thankfully, it seemed the incident had gone unnoticed, allowing Lily to relax for now.She adjusted her dress as she stepped out of the car, the soft fabric falling neatly into place. The Thompson residence lo
The attendant clenched her fists tightly, her eyes fixed on Lilian, filled with frustration and anger.“Security!” the manager called out, his voice sharp as he noticed the attendant still kneeling on the floor. His face was flushed with embarrassment, the scene drawing unwanted attention from nearby shoppers.A security guard entered the store almost immediately, his posture firm but professional. The manager pointed toward the attendant, his expression stern. “Throw her out,” he ordered.The security guard approached her, his tone calm but commanding. “Please stand up and leave,” he said.The attendant let out a deep, frustrated sigh. Slowly, she rose to her feet, brushing off her uniform as if trying to regain some dignity. “Fine, I’ll leave,” she muttered under her breath. Then, turning to Lilian, her voice rose with bitterness, and her glare hardened. “Are you happy now? You’ve cost me my job! I’m the breadwinner of my family, and because of you, they’ll starve. I hope you’re pro
The manager noticed the commotion brewing near the front desk and quickly descended the stairs to investigate. His polished shoes clacked sharply against the marble floor, each step reverberating through the quiet tension that hung in the air. His brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he approached the group.“What is going on here?” he demanded, his deep voice slicing through the awkward silence. He directed his question at the attendant, whose eyes darted nervously between him and Franklin. The manager’s gaze lingered briefly on Lilian, her flushed face and clenched fists a testament to her frustration, before finally landing on Franklin, whose calm yet imposing presence filled the room.The moment the manager’s eyes fell on Franklin, his expression shifted. The irritation etched into his face melted into something resembling recognition, then alarm. His posture stiffened, and his tone softened, carrying a note of deference. “Sir,” he said, addressing Franklin with
The next day, Lilian accompanied Franklin to the shopping mall to pick up groceries for their home. The sun shone brightly in the clear morning sky, and a gentle breeze carried the hum of activity outside the mall. People streamed in and out of the grand entrance, their conversations blending into a lively symphony.As Lilian and Franklin stepped into the spacious, brightly lit mall, the faint sound of background music greeted them. Rows of neatly arranged shelves and colorful displays stretched ahead, tempting shoppers with discounts and seasonal promotions. Lilian looked around, her gaze thoughtful as she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder.“We should just focus on getting foodstuffs,” she said decisively, glancing at Franklin.Franklin shrugged with little interest. “Sure,” he replied, his tone as casual as his posture. Shopping wasn’t high on his list of enjoyable activities, but he didn’t mind tagging along. For him, spending time with Lilian, even on an errand like th