“Young master! Young master!” The maid’s panicked voice echoed as she banged on the study door.Ray’s heart clenched. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with Lilly. Without hesitation, he bolted out of the study, leaving Jerry standing in stunned silence.“Ray!” Jerry called, but his brother didn’t stop, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he took the stairs two at a time. Jerry cursed under his breath and followed, his mind racing. For Ray to react like this, it had to be serious—life-threatening even.By the time Jerry reached the bottom of the stairs, Ray had already disappeared toward the visitor’s bathroom after hair Lilly voice or rather her vomiting sound from the bathroom.Ray pushed the bathroom door open to find Lilly on her knees, hunched over the toilet, her body trembling as she retched. The sound of her dry heaving tore through him like a knife. He rushed to her side, his worry etched across his face.“Wifey,” he said softly, kneeling beside her and placing a
Jerry burst into laughter again, shaking his head. “Unreal. You’ve officially become the most whipped man on the planet.”Damon groaned, closing his medical bag. “Look, I’m going back to my day off. Don’t call me again unless it’s real—and no, Ray, throwing up is not real.”Ray ignored him, sitting back beside Lilly and holding her hand. “Thank you for coming, Damon.”Damon sighed as he walked toward the door. “You’re impossible, man. But whatever. Call me if you need anything real, okay?”Ray nodded solemnly. “I will.”Jerry waited until Damon was gone before smirking again. “You really think the baby heard all that?”Ray didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to Lilly’s forehead. The quiet moment spoke volumes, his actions more eloquent than any words could be.Lilly, pale and still recovering, had been silently observing the entire exchange, her expression unreadable. She remained quiet, as if the chaos of the past few moments had nothing to do with her.Jerry
Ray’s grip on the phone tightened. “Why, Grandpa? Why are you suddenly interested in me going to a ball with Ana?”There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before his grandfather said, “If you go tonight, keep Ana company, and ensure she enjoys herself, I’ll back off.”Ray sat up straighter, careful not to disturb Lilly, who stirred slightly but didn’t wake. “Back off from what?” he asked, his voice edged with suspicion.“From trying to sabotage your little… arrangement with your wife,” his grandfather said, the faintest hint of disdain coloring his tone. “You know I’ve never approved of her.”Ray’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. “So you admit it. The stolen product, the whispers in the industry—that was you?”His grandfather chuckled, the sound low and almost amused. “Of course, it was me. Did you think I wouldn’t act when I saw you throwing away everything I built for a woman? But…” He sighed dramatically. “I’m tired of the back and forth, Raymond. Do this for me, and
Ray pulled Lilly closer into his arms, his fingers gently stroking her hair in slow, soothing motions. She could feel his heart beating steadily against her cheek, but there was an edge of tension beneath it—a tension she could feel in the way his other hand rubbed the back of his neck.Something was off.Lilly breathed him in, grounding herself after the nightmare that had shaken her to her core. She’d found a strange kind of comfort in his scent lately, but tonight, that calm was tainted with unease. He was holding her a little too tight, his movements a little too deliberate. Whatever was bothering him, it wasn’t just a small matter.Finally, Ray stopped his restless fidgeting, cleared his throat, and said, “So, uh… Grandpa called.”Lilly arched a brow, her voice soft but wary. “Oh?”“Yeah.” Ray hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. It was something he did when he felt guilty, and Lilly immediately picked up on it. “He wants me to attend this… uh… ball tonight.”Lilly tilted h
The grand ballroom of the Montague Hotel sparkled with opulence. Crystal chandeliers bathed the space in warm light, while elegant guests mingled, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of a string quartet. Ray adjusted the cuffs of his tailored tuxedo, his expression calm but his mind unsettled.He hadn’t told Lilly he was attending the ball. After their heated exchange, she had fallen asleep, her exhaustion from the nightmare and their argument overtaking her. Ray hated the thought of lying—or, more accurately, omitting the truth—but his grandfather’s ultimatum had left him little choice.The moment he arrived, Ray regretted his decision.“Ana!”The high-pitched call of her name caught his attention as a tall, statuesque brunette entered the room. Ana Robins looked every inch the socialite in her figure-hugging, emerald-green gown. Her hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her lips curled into a smile that was equal parts charm and cunning.Her eyes locked onto Ray instan
“This grandson of mine can act like an idiot sometimes,” Grandpa Manchester said, shaking his head with disdain. While looking at the photos on his phone “How in the world could he have been so clueless or careless as to let a reporter take a picture of him with Ana in such a compromising position? Has he no sense of discretion?” Mitchell, standing nearby with her arms crossed, sighed heavily. “Father, I think you need to stop. It’s not really necessary for you to keep stirring trouble. They obviously love each other, and Liliana is carrying your grandchild. That should be reason enough for you to accept her.” Grandpa Manchester scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, come on, Mitchell. This isn’t about love—it never was. This is about whether she’s capable enough to handle the weight of being part of the Manchester empire. If I’m going to hand over the family seal to Raymond, I need to know his partner is more than just decorative. I need someone who won’t crumble under pressure
“Good morning, Ray,” Mitchell said coolly, her voice calm but laced with disappointment. “Or should I say good almost morning? Because the sun is about to rise, and here you are, sneaking back in like a teenager past curfew.”Ray’s shoulders sagged, and he shut the door quietly behind him. “Mom, it’s not what it looks like.”“Oh?” Mitchell arched a brow. “Because it looks like you left your pregnant wife alone all night to go to some ball with another woman. And if that wasn’t bad enough, now there are headlines, pictures, and whispers about you cheating on her.”Ray blinked, completely caught off guard. “What headlines? What pictures?” His voice rose with panic as he took a step closer to her.Mitchell let out a bitter laugh, crossing her arms. “You really don’t know, do you? Oh, Ray. You’ve been played—by your own grandfather, no less.”Ray frowned, confusion and frustration etched on his face. “What are you talking about, Mom? I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t cheat on Liliana.”
She frowned slightly, her brows knitting together. “You weren’t here all night. I woke up, and you weren’t next to me.” She sat up slowly, her hand bracing her back. “What happened? Where were you?”Ray reached the bed and knelt down beside her, taking her hand in his. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, his voice earnest. “I had to handle something unexpected. I didn’t mean to be gone so long.”Liliana studied him, her eyes searching his face. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”“Never,” Ray said quickly, squeezing her hand. “I’d never lie to you, wifey. You’re my world.”She sighed, leaning back against the headboard, her eyes softening. “You can’t just disappear on me, Ray. Not now—not when I need you the most.”“I know,” he whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to her knuckles. “And I swear it won’t happen again. I’ll be here. Always.”Her lips curved into a small smile, and she reached out to brush a strand of hair from his face. “You look tired.”Ray chuckled softly. “Let’s just
Before either man could respond, there was a knock at the door. A moment later, the butler stepped in with a polite bow.“Sir, Miss Ana has arrived. She requests an audience with you.”Grandpa Manchester smirked, already anticipating the tension this would stir. “Let her in.”Mitchell turned to him sharply, eyes blazing. “Father, can you stop using Ana to bother your grandson already? He has enough on his plate without you constantly dangling her in front of him like some sort of temptation.”Grandpa Manchester merely raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by her outburst.Mitchell pressed on. “Making him look like a cheat to his wife isn’t going to help anyone. The world already believes he’s divorcing Liliana for Ana. Do you have any idea what that could do to her, especially now?”Andrew crossed his arms, nodding in agreement. “She’s right, Father. If you keep pushing Ana into this, you’re only adding fuel to the fire. Liliana is already dealing with the revelation of her true identity
Mitchell stared at her father in disbelief. “Wait… you know Evelyn Altee?”Grandpa Manchester let out a low chuckle, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of his chair. “Know her? Oh, Mitchell, everyone in my circle knows Evelyn Altee—though most wish they didn’t.”Andrew, who had been silently processing everything, finally spoke up. “What do you mean by that?”Grandpa Manchester leaned forward, his expression darkening. “Evelyn Altee isn’t just some ordinary woman. She was once one of the most cunning and unpredictable players in high society. Some saw her as a tragic figure, others as a ruthless manipulator. But one thing was certain—wherever she went, chaos followed. And I can one forget the woman who made one of the Russo men break away from his family all in the name of love “Mitchell scoffed, crossing her arms. “Well, that explains a lot. Liliana has been through hell because of that woman. She’s been led to believe her mother was dead for years, only to find ou
Helena turned to her mother, stunned. Even she’s taking his side?Matilda’s expression was unreadable as she nodded. “Stay off the media. Don’t make things worse.”A hot, bitter rage bubbled inside Helena’s chest.Are they not satisfied with what they’ve done to me these past few weeks?She clenched her fists. “Do you guys even care about me?” Her voice cracked with raw emotion. “Neither of you picked up my calls. You just handed me over to the Russo family, locked me away like I was some prisoner!”James’ eyes darkened, his patience wearing dangerously thin.Matilda’s lips curled in irritation. “Helena—”“And now you want to do it again?!” Helena shrieked, her face twisted in frustration. “You want to control me like some puppet? Just say you hate me and be done with it!”Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.She knew it.Ellen had been right.They didn’t care.They never had.“You’re both horrible!” she spat, her voice cracking as she cursed them both under her
James’ patience was hanging by a thread.“Woman, have you lost your senses?!” His voice echoed through the room, laced with sharp disbelief. “Or are you seeing things that aren’t there? Who the hell is this Master you keep calling me?”James looked at her like some lunatic, what up with her?Matilda’s breath hitched. The moment the words left his mouth, it felt like ice water had been thrown on her.James took a step forward, staring at her as if she were a stranger. “I don’t remember promising you any of those things. What are you even talking about?” His fingers curled into a fist at his side. “Matilda, I swear, if you’ve gone crazy, now is not the time for it.” What does she has do be a bitch when not needed.For a moment, Matilda only stared at him, disoriented. The pounding in her head grew worse. The name had slipped out so easily, so naturally—had she really lost herself that much?James exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “What happened to my wife? The woman who loved me? Wh
“They would have what?” Ellen cut in smoothly, arching a brow. “Fought for you? Demanded your freedom?” She tilted her head. “Then why haven’t they?”Helena’s throat felt dry.Ellen sighed again, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, you need to understand… They’re done. They don’t know what to do with you anymore. You’re a problem they can’t solve, a burden they’d rather not carry.”Helena’s nails dug into her palms.No.That’s not true.But hadn’t she already asked herself the same questions? Hadn’t she felt that quiet, suffocating doubt creeping in every time another day passed without a visit?Ellen watched her, eyes glinting with satisfaction as the walls of Helena’s resolve began to crack.“You know I’m telling the truth, don’t you?” she murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along Helena’s jaw. “They left you to me, Helena. Because I’m the only one who truly knows what’s best for you.”Helena clenched her teeth, shaking her head. “That’s not—”Ellen gripped her chin firmly, forcing
Helena stretched her arms above her head, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. The realization that she was finally going home filled her with relief, but there was something else—something unsettling. A weight in her chest that she couldn’t quite place. Over the past week, she had rediscovered herself in ways she never thought possible. Ellen had opened doors she never dared to approach before, and now… could she really just walk away?The thought of returning to her old life—where she was ignored, treated like a fragile inconvenience—made her stomach churn. Here, in this confined space, she had felt something new. Something exhilarating. Something dangerous. And if to be sincere she has never noticed that her parent treated her in such manner, this is all thanks to Ellen opening her eye and making her see the reality of things.I shouldn’t feel this way, she told herself. Ellen kept me locked up. She took my choices away.And yet… hadn’t she also given her something no one else ever h
The search was relentless.Every street. Every alley. Every backroad and hidden passageway in the city.Nothing.It was as if Lilly had disappeared into thin air.Ray stood at the edge of an empty intersection, his hands clenched into fists. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged breaths.Five hours.Five agonizing, tormenting hours.No leads. No clues. No sign of her.Ray pressed his fingers against his temple, trying to stop the pounding headache threatening to split his skull.His mind raced with worst-case scenarios.What if she was hurt?What if she crashed?What if someone else found her before they did?His heart clenched painfully. No. No, she’s strong. She’s smart. She wouldn’t let anything happen to herself or the baby.But then again…Lilly was in control.And Lilly was reckless.Goddamn it, Lilly. Where the hell are you?Just as Ray was on the verge of losing his mind, his phone rang.Jerry.Ray snatched it up so fast, he nearly dropped it.“Tell me you found something,”
Ray’s heart dropped the moment he saw her.Lilly stood beside the car, her back to him, her hands clenched at her sides. The trunk was still open. And inside—An unknown stranger that he couldn’t recognize but he wasn’t seeing his face properly.Ray felt his breath hitch.What the hell am I looking at?“LILLY!”His voice cut through the eerie silence of the empty road, but the second Lilly—or rather, Lia—heard him, her body stiffened.Then—she bolted.Straight for the driver’s seat.Ray’s eyes widened in pure disbelief.“LILLY, STOP!”He ran.His feet pounded against the pavement, the rush of adrenaline surging through him like wildfire. Too fast. Too reckless.He barely made it to the car before the door slammed shut.She was leaving.Ray banged on the window, his voice desperate. “Lilly, don’t do this! Open the door!”But she didn’t.Her hands trembled on the wheel. Her breathing was uneven.And then—she floored it.The tires screeched as the car lurched forward.Ray barely jumped ba
David had felt fear before. He had studied it, manipulated it, made it his weapon. He had seen it in countless eyes—victims, test subjects, even his own colleagues when they realized what he was truly capable of.But this?This was different.A moment ago, she had been trembling. The fear had been thick, suffocating. It had been delicious.But now—Now, the woman standing before him was nothing like the fragile thing he had expected.Her eyes burned with something primal. Something wrong.The bloodlust radiated off her in waves, curling around her like a living entity. Her lips were curled, not in fear, not in pain, but in something far, far worse.Rage.David had always considered himself the puppeteer. He pulled the strings. He dictated emotions, controlled his creations.But the thing before him?She was not under his control.And she knew it.Lia’s lips parted, her voice a whisper—low, sultry, dripping with a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down his spine.“Come on.”David’s b