She was visibly against the idea of him accompanying her on the trip. Her face was a mix of emotions, making it hard to pinpoint exactly how she felt.‘How can she change so much in just a month?’ he asked himself puzzled. "Marriage is about teamwork, wifey. We're supposed to face things together."He couldn't help but plead, "Can't I just send a team of bodyguards to ensure your safety?"Lilly can’t rap her head around why he was sudden protective. "I know I'm pregnant, and I would never put our child in harm's way," she said, holding his face and looking into his eyes."Hubby, I know you're worried about me, but I need you to trust that I can take care of myself and our child. I want to go on this trip alone, but I'm willing to compromise and take my assistant with me to make you feel better. However, I don't want a team of bodyguards following me. Let's just keep this trip private and tell people I'm taking a sick leave instead."Ray stared at her, his jaw tightening as he tried to
“Are you okay, man?” Felix asked, glancing at the lonely figure staring into empty space, emotionless, dragging a cigarette between his lips. The aura around him made it obvious— even to a blind man— that he was both angry and deeply sad. Felix had never seen him like this before. He knew Ray always wore a cold, stoic face, but the atmosphere surrounding him now was rare. Looking at him slouched on the cushion like that, one couldn’t help but pity him. He looked so lonely. When it seemed no answer was forthcoming, Felix turned toward Derek. “Do you know what happened to him?” Derek just shook his head and threw his hands in the air, as if to say, I don’t know, man. Maybe there’s trouble in paradise. Ray suddenly turned his head and looked at Felix, who was seated at the other end of the private room. He exhaled a ring of smoke from his mouth, his voice low but clear. “What is love?” Everyone in the room froze, turning to him in surprise. No one had expected such a question from
“Are you okay, man?” Felix asked, glancing at the lonely figure staring into empty space, emotionless, dragging a cigarette between his lips. The aura around him made it obvious— even to a blind man— that he was both angry and deeply sad. Felix had never seen him like this before. He knew Ray always wore a cold, stoic face, but the atmosphere surrounding him now was rare. Looking at him slouched on the cushion like that, one couldn’t help but pity him. He looked so lonely. When it seemed no answer was forthcoming, Felix turned toward Derek. “Do you know what happened to him?” Derek just shook his head and threw his hands in the air, as if to say, I don’t know, man. Maybe there’s trouble in paradise. Ray suddenly turned his head and looked at Felix, who was seated at the other end of the private room. He exhaled a ring of smoke from his mouth, his voice low but clear. “What is love?” Everyone in the room froze, turning to him in surprise. No one had expected such a question from
Ray leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and dragged his hands through his hair. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s not just about the empire or the pregnancy. It’s about us. About her trusting me with the parts of herself she keeps locked away. And when she shuts me out like this—when she makes decisions without me—it feels like she’s telling me I’m not enough.”Derek shook his head, leaning forward to meet Ray’s gaze. “You’re reading it wrong, man. Liliana’s not saying you’re not enough—she’s saying she doesn’t know how to let you be. She’s spent her whole life building walls to protect herself, and now, she doesn’t know how to take them down. It’s not about you; it’s about her.”Felix nodded in agreement, his voice softer. “And the fact that she’s willing to try—that she’s even letting herself feel, even if it’s messy—that’s because of you, Ray. She’s not running from you. She’s running from whatever she thinks she has to face before she can fully be with you.”Ray was silent for a
After the plane landed the other night, Lily was already too exhausted to go anywhere. So, she soaked herself in a warm bath, but she couldn't help but miss her husband. If he were with her, he would have taken care of the little things, like bathing her and drying her hair afterward. He had made it a habit to pamper her daily, choosing her outfits and making sure she felt loved. Lily had grown accustomed to his thoughtful gestures, and his absence felt deeply. She left the bath when she realized she was becoming drowsy and she doesn’t want to sleep off in the bath in other to prevent drowning with her baby, that was the last thing she wanted.Lilly woke up to the faint light of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains. For a moment, she lay still, her thoughts swirling as the remnants of last night’s exhaustion clung to her. She didn’t have much time to linger; there was something pressing she needed to do. Thankfully no nightmares whatsoever ever, perhaps after seeing her mother s
"Your mother was my twin sister," she began, but Lily knew immediately that she was lying. The lines between her brow furrowed, a telltale sign that Lily knew all too well. Her mother's fingers twisted together nervously, another habit that betrayed her deception.Lily's mind raced as she considered the implications. If her mother was lying about being twins, then what was the truth? A fleeting thought crossed her mind: what if her mother was actually talking about herself? Lily quickly dismissed the idea as absurd.Evenly and her mother can’t been the same person, no way that was possible.Lilly’s mind swirled with confusion, suspicion rising with every passing second. She studied the older woman carefully, her every movement and word. Why lie about something like this? The lie wasn’t even well-crafted—it felt rushed, almost desperate.“My mother was your twin sister?” Lilly repeated, her voice laced with doubt. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she pressed on. “You seem to k
The cold wind hit Lilly’s face as she stepped outside, but it did little to cool the fire burning within her. Each step away from the house felt heavier, her thoughts tangled in a web of anger, sorrow, and confusion. She clenched her fists, the sight of Everlyn’s blood flashing in her mind like a haunting replay.Lilly stopped halfway down the street and glanced back at the house. She could still feel the weight of her mother’s frantic desperation, the wild look in her eyes as she clutched the knife. For a moment, guilt tugged at her chest. Had she pushed too hard? Was she wrong to demand answers from someone clearly at the edge of breaking?So many incomprehensible emotions hit Lilly all at once—a torrent of anger, confusion, sadness, and betrayal. But instead of clarity, they swirled and churned until something inside her shut down. It felt as though invisible walls were crumbling around her, and yet, there was no relief—only an all-consuming void.She became numb.It was a sensatio
Chloe stirred awake, stretching as the soft morning light filtered into her hotel room. The faint aroma of vanilla and lavender lingered, a scent that always reminded her of Lilly. Sitting up groggily, she glanced at the couch where she’d fallen asleep after combing through Lilly’s plans for the day. She blinked at the clock on the wall. Nearly 9 a.m. Her boss was always an early riser, so Chloe assumed she was already out. But something felt off. Rising, Chloe padded into the main living area, her sharp eyes scanning the room. It was unusually quiet. No hurried footsteps, no rustling of papers, no low murmurs as Lilly rehearsed her plans. The stillness unsettled her. Her gaze fell on the empty coat rack, where Lilly’s usual handbag and coat were missing. Chloe frowned. It wasn’t unusual for Lilly to slip out early, but she usually left a note or mentioned it in passing. Grabbing her phone, Chloe opened the tracking app linked to the small device she’d sewn into all of Lilly’s
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
Lilly’s pulse thundered in her ears. The hand on her shoulder felt heavier than it should, as if it carried the weight of something beyond the physical. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.Lia.Nothing.Lia! she screamed internally, panic lacing every syllable.Silence stretched.Then, finally—“He’s the master. The psycho scientist.”Lia’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of something dark.Lilly’s stomach twisted. Master?She swallowed hard, her gaze locking onto the man before her.His face. His eyes. His presence.Recognition slammed into her like a train wreck.David Deluca. The name Evelyn uttered earlier.A name she had only heard in hushed tones, wrapped in secrecy and fear.The man who played god with human lives.The scientist who had turned bodies into experiments. Who had engineered horrors beyond comprehension.Lilliana’s nightmare.Who had, in some way, been connected to everything.Her lips parted, her breath shallow. “You—”David smiled. A
Ray flinched.Lilly blinked.Evelyn wiped at her tears, but even she looked taken aback by the question.Mitchell wasn’t done.She pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath before shaking her head. “No, no. Let me get this straight.” She turned fully toward Lilly now, eyes narrowed in confusion. “You died. Then you woke up in another body. But that body also belongs to you because it was your twin’s. So technically, you’re alive.”Lilly hesitated before giving a small nod.Mitchell’s eye twitched.“So then…” she exhaled sharply, rubbing at her temples. “Does that mean my grandchild is going to come from a dead woman? Or a half-dead woman? Or… wait, are you dead or alive?”Ray let out a slow, suffering breath.Lilly pressed her lips together tightly, but inside her mind, Lia lost it.“Oh my god, I told you she was funny!” Lia cackled.Lilly nearly choked trying to suppress a Lia. Her laugher was kind of annoying, does she know that she even in someone’s body damn it?M
Ray’s hands clenched into fists, his entire body thrumming with frustration. He didn’t care who was in the room or what anyone else had to say—he needed answers. His voice, when it finally broke through the heavy silence, was sharp, demanding.“I get that she has a story to tell. Everyone has a damn story to tell.” His eyes burned into Evelyn before flickering toward Lilly, searching, pleading. “She’s been through hell, I get that. But my concern—no, my main concern—at this very moment is this: How the hell is this even possible? How is my wife claiming to be her own twin?” His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed forward.“Because it’s obvious, isn’t it? Her twin was Lilly.” He turned to Mitchell, as if waiting for her to confirm the obvious truth. “And the woman I knew, the woman I fell in love with, the woman I married—” His voice softened, almost breaking. “She was Liliana Anderson.”His gaze swung back to Lilly, a storm raging behind his eyes. “So how is this possible?” He took