Ray and Lilly sat in the quiet of the living room, the weight of the day's revelations pressing down on them. Ray's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to process everything Dr. Harris had said and the unexpected turns the conversation had taken. He gently cupped Lilly's face, searching her eyes for any sign of distress. "Lilly, are you really okay? I know today was a lot." She gave a small nod, her expression as inscrutable as ever. "I'm fine, Ray. I just needed to understand more about my condition and our...experiment." Ray couldn't help but chuckle softly at her straightforwardness. "You always know how to cut to the heart of things, don't you?" She tilted her head slightly, a ghost of a smile playing at her lips. "It's part of who I am." Ray pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. "I know my love, I’m just hoping our sexual life will be personal to us, can I hope that from you? “I can’t grantee that, I won’t to share everything with doctor Harris, he’s n
Chapter 51:They arrived in the main building and trailing down the corridor towards the back door, where reporters are not present, but Derek and Chloe were already there waiting for their bosses. Chloe has gotten used to her boss, dating the great king of business world, and she was no longer surprised by it, on the other hand, Derek still finds it hard to believe that his boss is practically turned from the cold, ruthless man into a gentleman that would do anything for his woman.“Good evening Boss good evening, Mr. Manchester” Chloe greeted.“Good evening Miss Anderson, good evening boss” Lilly nodded her head to their greetings and turned towards Chloe to speak “ Boss, I asked the investigating team to dig out anything they could about the ball party and they found something rather interesting," Chloe continued, handing over a folder to Lilly. "It seems that the party was not just a social event but a cover for a much larger scheme."Lilly took the folder and began to flip th
Chapter 52:Lily may not know anything about love,but she’s not dumb enough not to realize that Helena is not a woman capable love. Based on Liliana’s memory alone, she knew that Helena is a whore. A woman who would do anything to fuck any man she finds attractive and Ray case is different, he is rich and handsome a perfect ploy for her ego.“ Chloe make sure that our team of hacker is putting in charge of any related news about me. And also…..“Can you leave that part to me my love ?”Ray interrupted her, he likes the fact that his woman is very competent and capable enough to take care of herself, but he also wants a chance to be able to protect her, a chance to be responsible for her.“Do you have a hacker that can take care of this or what….. ?“Love, Drake here is a capable hacker and myself, I’m very good but I would rather stay with you although the party,than involve myself in some minor case, so Drake your job is to make sure no news about her surface online tonight, no matt
"Love or lust, which is it?" Chloe asked, finding it hard to believe that Mr. Manchester truly loved her boss. "All I see in his eyes when he looks at my boss is lust. It's like he can't wait to rip off her clothes." For the pass two weeks she find out about their relationship, all she sees him doing every time is either kissing her boss or lusting after her one way or the other.“What do you mean by that? My boss definitely loves her, he has never lust after any woman before and I’m certain miss Anderson is basically the first woman he has ever dated”Derek knew his boss as a man who never got attracted to women. He could have sworn that he was gay until he was asked to investigate Miss Anderson. The visit to her house, and being told to deliver clothes early in the morning, had changed the dynamics of things. Jerry's constant disturbance couldn't be excluded either."He's your boss, so I'm not expecting you to say negative things about him," Chloe said. "But if he dares to hurt my
Chapter 54Helena watched as Ray and his mystery woman stepped onto the dancing stage and began moving in sync,which annoyed her as fuck. Who was this woman, anyway? She had a well-thought-out plan to make his first dance an auction, where the girls would bid to dance with him. Imagine the head line tomorrow - the heiress of the Anderson empire, dancing with the king of business#perfect couple. That will be a good sight to see, how she wishes her best friend was here. She always know how to find a solution to her problem, and that whore is not letting him go for a second.It almost time for her to carry out her second plan. This was definitely going to be a lot of work, but she needed a way to keep those parts. When the drugs takes effect, she needs to make sure he’s alone that will enable to take him to her room. She was so caught up in her thoughts, that she didn't realize when her mother approached her. “Baby, you need to be aware of your surroundings. Don't let people see th
Helena’s heart soared with triumph, but before she could bask in her victory, her eyes shifted to the woman beside Ray. A flash of annoyance crossed her mind, but she pushed it aside. The next part of her plan required precision, and she couldn’t afford any distractions. Ray was hers now, she just needed to get rid of the pesky woman who had latched onto him all night. Helena's mind raced as she considered her options. She could cause a scene, but that would draw unwanted attention. Instead, she decided on something subtler. Her eyes landed on a group of well-dressed women nearby, all of whom had been eyeing Ray throughout the night. She recognized one of them as Amanda, the daughter of a prominent politician and an insufferable gossip. Helena approached Amanda with a smile that was equal parts sweet and calculating. "Amanda, darling, you won't believe what I just heard." Amanda's eyes lit up, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? Do tell." Helena leaned in, her voice low and confidential.
Chapter 56: Humiliation---Helena's mind was awash with a foggy haze, her body no longer her own. The drug coursed through her veins, twisting her thoughts and desires into something unrecognizable. She barely registered the man, older and grizzled, standing before her. He was a stranger, yet in her drugged state, he was all that her body craved. Her vision blurred further as she stumbled forward, her hands reaching out instinctively.The man’s rough hands caught her, his grip firm as he pulled her close. Helena’s breath hitched, her senses overwhelmed by the foreign touch. A part of her mind screamed to stop, to resist, but the drug had stripped away her control, leaving only base desires in its wake."Come here, you little whore," the man slurred, his voice thick with lust and the effects of the drug. His grip on her tightened as he pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her body with reckless abandon.Helena’s upper body was draped over the back of the couch, her arms clutching
Lilly stood at the edge of the ballroom, with Ray meeting her gaze.“That was unnecessary, you know,” Lilly said, her tone neutral.“I couldn’t help it. No one plots against me and gets away with it,” Ray replied. This was who he was—a man who never showed mercy to anyone who schemed against him or someone he loved. His greatest fear at the beginning had been Lilly hating him after discovering his true nature, but he no longer feared that. He knew his baby girl was incapable of hating anyone. Why hide your true nature when you can be your real self?“That was part of the plan, but why get Mr. Blackwood involved? He had nothing to do with us, so why drug him?” Lilly asked, a little confused. Mr. Blackwood had nothing to do with them, so why drug him?“The moment he decided to lend Helena money for the ball, he became involved,” Ray said.That was an unreasonable logic—destroying a man’s reputation just for his act of kindness. Looking at Ray, Lilly felt like he was being unreasonable.
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