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
Ray chuckled, his hand gently resting on the curve. “I think it has, love. Our little one’s making their presence known.”Liliana’s cheeks flushed as she stepped out of his hold and dashed toward the walk-in closet, her curiosity getting the better of her. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning this way and that, examining her figure with wide eyes.“I can’t believe it,” she murmured, a soft smile spreading across her face as she touched her belly.Ray leaned against the doorway, his heart swelling at the sight of her so captivated by the change. “You look beautiful,” he said warmly, his voice full of love.Liliana glanced back at him, her eyes shining. “I’m fascinated. I mean, I knew it would happen, but seeing it… feeling it…” She trailed off, her hand lingering over the gentle curve.Ray stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “It’s incredible, isn’t it? And it’s only going to get better from here.”She turned her
Fairy tales didn’t exist. Ray had always known that. And yet, he had let himself believe. Believe that after everything, he could finally have his happy ending. That Lily would come back, that they would put all the chaos behind them and just… be. But four months had passed. Four months, and she was nowhere to be found. And in those four months, she had caused more destruction than she probably even realized. The Anderson family was gone. The Manchester family had been silenced. The power structures that once dictated everything had crumbled beneath the weight of her actions. And yet, the world had gone eerily quiet. The media barely spoke about it. There were no reports, no scandalous headlines, no outrage. It was as if the universe had conspired to erase all traces of her, making her untouchable. He couldn’t reach her. He couldn’t speak to her. He couldn’t even see her. It was hell. And the worst part? It was starting to feel like the version of hell he had
The silence stretched between them.Lilly and Jerry—two people who had seen death, caused death, lived among death—now sat here, unable to make sense of the one loss that actually hurt.Lilly swallowed the lump in her throat.“I thought I could tell you that time would heal this. That one day, you’d wake up, and the pain would be gone.”Jerry gave her a hollow stare, waiting for her to continue.“But that would be a lie.”Her voice broke slightly, but she pushed through.“The truth is… you won’t wake up one day and magically feel okay. You’ll carry this pain with you. Every damn day.”Jerry’s jaw clenched. He knew that already, he knows deep down he will never get over losing his love right before it could even blossom.Lilly reached out and placed a hand over his.“But you’ll learn to live with it,” she whispered. “Because that’s what Chloe would have wanted. She didn’t fight this hard, endure this much, just for either of us to fall apart when she’s gone.”Jerry let out a ragged bre
Ray stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest.“One… m-m-month?” His voice cracked. “That’s too much, wifey.”His grip on her hands tightened, as if afraid that if he let go, she would disappear before his eyes.Lilly’s lips trembled, but she held her ground.“At least this way, you won’t be married to a woman who is mentally unstable, Ray,” she said softly. “And worse—a woman who shares her new body with her dead twin’s split personality.”Ray’s body stiffened.“Split what?” His brows furrowed, convinced he had misheard.Lilly sighed, wiping the stray tear that escaped her eye. “I’m sure you’ve already guessed it, Ray. You’ve seen it. You’ve felt it. Lia and I… we aren’t just one person. And I need to do this—for myself, for you, and for our baby.”Her voice wavered.“I need to be able to give you the same love you’ve given me. To birth our baby in a safe place. Please, Ray… please.” She squeezed his hands, her tears falling freely now.Ray felt something twist in his chest.Lil
The room felt unbearably heavy.Jerry sat still, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.And then, without warning—A sob tore through him.“Haaaaaa~~~” he yelled out. For the first time in life he felt like someone was trying to zap life out of him.The kind that clawed out from the depths of his soul, ripping past the walls he had spent years building.Tears streamed down his face. He didn’t even bother to wipe them.This wasn’t grief.This was devastation.This was an unbelievable moment, it was only aFew days ago that he realized the extend of his live for Chloe and now she dead.Dead just like that.This was the feeling of watching the one person who made life feel like more than just blood and war—slip through his fingers.He had lost Chloe.And now, what was left of him?Nothing.Nothing but this unbearable silence, this emptiness that no amount of vengeance could ever fill.He clenched his fists.He had always thought himself untouchable, someone who laughed in the fa
The room was too quiet.The kind of silence that made the air feel heavier, pressing against their chests like an unbearable weight.Lilly sat frozen, her eyes staring into nothing.She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t speaking.She just sat there, lost in the void.Ray was right behind her, not touching, not speaking just there.Because what could he say? What could he do?There were no words for grief like this. No bandage for wounds that cut this deep.On the other side of the room, Jerry knelt beside Chloe’s bed, his hands gripping hers with a desperation that made his knuckles turn white.His lips moved, whispering something under his breath.A prayer.Jerry Manchester the man who had never feared death, who had laughed in the face of danger—was now begging.To a God he didn’t even believe in.“Please—”His voice cracked, his fingers tightening around Chloe’s.“Please, don’t take her.”Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.He didn’t cry. Not Jerry Man
The scent of iron was thick in the air.Lilly’s eyes, cold and unyielding, swept across the men standing by. Their hesitation irritated her.“What the hell are you all waiting for?” Her voice cracked through the tense silence, sharp as a whip.The men snapped to attention.“Get him out of there. Now.”She didn’t need to say it twice.Two men rushed forward, reaching into the trunk and dragging David Deluca’s battered body out. His weight was dead, limp, his blood smearing against their gloves.“Take him to Damon.”Her tone left no room for argument.The men moved swiftly, disappearing into the building with their barely breathing cargo.Lilly stood still, her breathing measured, her fingers clenched so tightly her nails bit into her palms.She should feel satisfaction.But for some reason—She didn’t.Inside, the air was suffocating.The rhythmic beeping of the life support machine filled the room—until suddenly, the sound changed.The sharp, rapid BEEP—BEEP—BEEP sliced through the ai
Lilly inhaled sharply.Ray cursed under his breath.Jerry looked up, his expression wild, desperate. “We need to stop the bleeding!”But his hands were unsteady, his mind a mess.Lilly took over.“Move,” she ordered, her voice firm.Jerry hesitated, unwilling to let go, but Ray grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back.“Let her work.”Lilly worked fast, grabbing supplies from the medical kit. She cut away the fabric around the wound, assessing the damage. The bullet hadn’t passed through it was lodged inside.“Shit.”With gloved hands, she cleaned around the wound, applying pressure to slow the bleeding. Her movements were steady, precise years of training kicking in.Jerry could barely breathe.“Is she going to be okay?” His voice cracked.Lilly didn’t answer immediately. She grabbed a hemostatic gauze and pressed it firmly against the wound.“This will slow it down until Damon gets here,” she murmured.Ray kept his focus on Jerry, who looked like a man on the verge of breaking.“She’l
The shockwave rattled the car, and Chloe instinctively ducked.“What the fuck—?!” Jerry shouted, glancing at the rearview mirror.One of the enemy vehicles was now a burning wreck.And behind it—The Alpha Team had arrived.Meanwhile, in the Shooter’s Car…Matt watched in horror as one of their vehicles went up in flames.He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the seat.“Stop shooting!” he roared.His men hesitated, confused.But one look at Matt’s expression—twisted with fury and frustration—was enough to make them obey.Clark, sitting beside him, turned with a scowl.“Boss, I thought you said they wouldn’t have backup until we reached the city.”Matt’s jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists.“Well, are you fucking blind?” he snapped. “Or just too dumb to realize we’re already in the city?”Clark stiffened.“They own this place,” Matt muttered, his voice low and furious. “This is their fucking territory.”Clark exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face.“Then why the h
Jerry’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. His mind was spinning, Chloe’s words echoing in his head.“You never miss a chance to make me feel like an object.”“But guess what, Jerry? I’m not an object.”His jaw clenched.“When have I ever treated you like an object?” he asked, his voice unusually quiet—almost confused.Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes.Jerry, however, wasn’t done.His mind raced, trying to piece together where the hell he had gone wrong. Is that why she won’t give me a chance? Does she really think I see her that way?For the first time in his life, Jerry Mancini found himself questioning his own actions.And in doing so—He completely forgot they were being followed.A loud bang erupted behind them, and the car jolted violently to the side.Chloe snapped her head around, eyes widening as she saw the dark SUV gaining on them, its headlights like glowing eyes in the night.“Jerry, focus!” she shouted.Jerry’s head whipped back toward t