Lillian's POV"Are you sure about that?" He asked, his voice laced with concern."Yes," I nodded, "Your mother seemed a bit upset, and I don't want you to keep making her worried. Although I know she doesn't like Jessica, I'll do my best to make her like me.""Mom doesn't hate..." He trailed off. "Mom doesn't hate Jessica. She was just glad that her only child was finally spending his life with someone else. I'm sure she didn't mean anything she said that day.""Besides, you've been through a lot already. I don't think it would be right to meet my mom now," He added, his voice soft with concern."I understand," I replied, nodding slightly. "But it wouldn't be right for us to delay our meeting. What if your mom suddenly comes and sees me? She might take things the wrong way.""That's true," Alexander admitted. "Alright, I'll take you to meet them.""How is your dad?" I inquired, curious. "You hardly talk about him.""Well, I don't have a close relationship with my father. He's always b
Lillian's POV"What?" I gasped, my eyes widening in astonishment. "How can you accuse me of such a thing? I didn't steal this card.""Then how did you get it?" She questioned, stepping closer."That's none of your concern," I snapped, unable to contain my rage. "I don't owe you any explanation about where I got this card from. You can't just accuse me of stealing!""You are so upset because you know I'm right," the mall attendant raised her voice. "How can a homeless-looking person like you have a black card of all cards? This is absurd.""Maybe to you!" I snapped. "This card belongs to me, and I owe you no explanation on how I got it. Do you go about calling all of your customers with black card thieves? This is so unprofessional."She suddenly snatched the card away from me and glanced over it."It's not even your name on the card!" She gasped. "It belongs to Alexander McQueen. I think I've heard that name before, but from where...""Give it to me!" I stumbled forward, grabbing the
Lillian's POV"No, not the cops," I panicked."Why not?" Freya asked, her tone mocking. "Afraid they'll throw you behind bars where you belong?""I didn't do anything wrong! Why should I go to jail?" I shouted, my voice trembling. "She's not just a thief impersonating a dead person, but also a liar. A good one," a customer accused."I'm not lying—" My defence was cut off by the sound of the door opening.Two police officers entered, their presence filling the place. For the first time in life, I was genuinely terrified of the cops. "Who's the suspect here?" One of the officers asked."Her," Freya said, pointing at me. "But she's not a suspect. She's a criminal."They walked to me, and the officer who had spoken stopped directly in front of me."You are accused of stealing a black card, and impersonating a deceased person," He said gravely. "These are serious offenses.""I didn't do any of those things! They are accusing me wrongly," I replied, a bit relieved that I was allowed to d
Lillian's POV"This is horrible," I said, my voice trembling. "Why would they say something like this?"Alexander took the phone back from me and said firmly, "You're not a thief. I'll make sure every one of those false news disappear."I watched as his fingers moved quickly over his phone, and he placed it to his ear."Martin, take down every photo, video, or article on any blog or news outlet," He commanded. “My wife isn't a thief, and I won't allow anyone to label her as such!"His voice grew sharp, "I don't care if it has spread like wildfire. I just want my wife's name to be cleared. Do you know the damage this could do to her image?"Alexander looked so furious. I suddenly felt horrible for everything that had happened. I was simply trying to be a good girl, why did everything have to turn out this way?I felt extremely sad. Tears spilled down my cheeks and I didn't try to stop them. I regretted coming here and attempting to do anything. I should have just stayed back at the ho
Lillian's POV“What are we going to do?” I gasped, my heart pounding. “I'm not ready to meet them yet. I haven't gone to any of the classes you talked about.” “Freckles, there's no need to panic. My parents aren't some gods who will smite you if you make an error,” He said, his tone slightly teasing but still consoling. “Just be yourself.”“My usual self can't be as poise as Jessica… I haven't learned anything about her yet,” I muttered under my breath, my palms sweating. “Tell my parents we'll be downstairs in a few minutes,” Alexander turned to the maid, instructing her. "By the way, have the dresses that I ordered arrived?”“Yes, sir.” The maid replied. “Good,” He affirmed. “Bring one of them here along with a pair of shoes. Make sure everything matches well.” “Alright sir,” She nodded, turning to leave. I was still worried about meeting his parents, but it was inevitable now. “Just take a deep breath,” He whispered, letting go of my foot and moving closer to me. “I'm here fo
Lillian's POV“What…” I stuttered , caught off guard by her question. Why would she ask me that? Was she truly convinced I was her daughter, or was this a test? If she had asked me any other question, I would have answered. But I knew nothing about this woman. Even if I had learned everything about Jessica, how was I supposed to know her mother's hobbies? I looked at Alexander, silently pleading for help, but he seemed just as shocked by her question. “Darling,” She grabbed my chin between her fingers, her tone icy. “Don't tell me that you don't know your mother's fun activity?”“Mom…” “When did you start calling me Mom?” She sneered, her grip tightening around my chin. I swallowed hard, my body starting to quiver.“You used to call me Ma" She spat, her gaze suddenly filled with disdain. “You're not my daughter, are you?”“Gianna, stop all this,” Jessica's father intervened. “You're scaring her, you don't know everything she's been through.”“I do not care!” She shouted, releasi
Lillian's POVWhat promise was she talking about?I felt utterly confused and out of place. It seemed like everyone else understood what was going on except me. Glancing at Alexander, I noticed his gaze fixed on Eva and his mother. Who was Eva? Was she a family friend? Or maybe an ex? Could it be that Alexander had dated someone before Jessica? Was it her? I exhaled sharply, realizing my thoughts were spiraling. They were starting to make no sense. “Alexander,” I called softly, and it took him a moment to shift his gaze to me. “Yes, freckles?”“Who is she?”I asked, my curiosity piqued.” Is she a family friend?”“No, she's not a family friend,” He replied slowly, as though carefully choosing his words. “Her family used to be against mine, but we eventually became closer and ended the feud.”“Wow,” I mouthed, glancing at them again. “I just wondered why you never mentioned her or her family before.”“We're not close…I mean personally…” He added, his tone uneasy. “Alright,” I nodd
Lillian's POVI couldn't believe she was demanding something like that. I knew she disliked Jessica, but this was going too far."Mom, nothing of that sort will happen," Alexander intervened, his voice stern. "I won't let Lillian be examined unnecessarily by anyone. Her past is no one's business.""It's our business when your health is at risk. You're too young to be facing more challenges," Mrs. McQueen spat back."Mom, my health isn't at risk. Lillian is a healthy young woman, and I'm not at any risk. Stop making insinuations." Alexander shot back, his tone unwavering. "How are you so sure that she's clean?" Mrs McQueen persisted, her voice laced with accusation.Her refusal to back down was infuriating. Why did she keep accusing me of something so horrible?"Mom...""Don't call me," She cut him off sharply. "I'm saying this for your benefit. How do you think she survived all those years? No job, no certificate, no memories...nothing!""Mrs. McQueen, I'm not a girl who sleeps aroun
Lillian's POV."I love you," I whispered against his lips before kissing him deeper.I had forgotten for a second that people were around until the attendant cleared her throat. I broke the kiss and turned to her with an apologetic smile."I'm sorry," I apologized."It's nothing. I'm happy for both of you," she replied with a genuine smile. "So, will you be taking the ring or do you still want to check for more?""No, I love this one," I said, smiling broadly. "It's exactly what I want. It's simple, elegant, and exquisite at the same time. It's my style and what I would be comfortable wearing.""I'm glad that you like it. I also see that it fits, so I guess we are settled," she muttered, extending her hand."Yes, thanks," I sighed, removing the ring and handing it over.She kept it back in the box and packaged it."We also want to purchase wedding rings," Alexander said with a wide smile."That's wonderful," the attendant laughed softly. "Let me keep this aside and show you a few mor
Lillian's POV. "What?" Alexander gasped, grabbing the note from me. "That's not what he told me."He glanced over the note and shook his head."He lied to me.""Are you sure he wasn't the sender?" I asked, fear gripping me."I don't know...I fucking let him inside," Alexander sneered, his voice thick with regret."That doesn't mean anything. Did you catch him looking around, or did he get close to any of your properties?" I asked."No, he didn't," Alexander sighed. "I guess I have been tricked. He might have just given the wrong description to confuse me.""Did you just let him go?" I asked, my heart racing."No, I had him followed. I also have some of his details including his picture, to trace him wherever he runs to," Alexander replied, exhaling sharply."Then I guess we've got nothing to worry about," I said, letting out a sigh.I might have read the most awful words ever, but I wasnt going to let it to ruin our plans. We had given enough time to our problems, it was time to enjo
Lillian's POV"What gift?" I asked, feeling a sudden wave of curiosity.Alexander looked up at me and gasped as if he hadn't meant for me to hear what he said."What is it?" I pressed, searching his face. "You look pale again," I added, reaching for him."Nothing," Alexander stuttered, shaking his head. "It's just a—""Alex, don't hide anything from me," I said, my tone pleading. "We've been having so many issues in our relationship because we've hidden things from each other. Let's not do that again, please..."I watched him swallow a lump in his throat, and lower his gaze."I didn't mean to hide anything from you," He said with a sigh. "It's just that I didn't want to bother you.""You aren't bothering me," I said with a soft smile. I held his face gently and whispered, "You're my husband, and you can share your troubles with me. I'll do the same too."His expression softened at my words."I received an envelope earlier," Alexander revealed."Envelope? You mean the one that was slip
Alexander's POV. "What did you just say?" I gasped, lifting my head. "A secret ad...admirer?"My mind instantly went to Dustin. I couldn't believe that the bastard refused to relent despite my warning to him, yesterday."Is it Dustin Stone?" I asked the delivery man."Sir, I'm not supposed to reveal the identity of the sender," he replied firmly. "Please sign, so I can leave.""Is the sender Dustin?" I repeated, unrelenting."I don't want to get fired—""How much do you want?" I asked, enticing him. "I'll give you enough to quit this job and live a better life."The delivery man swallowed hard, lowering his gaze for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about my offer."Okay," He agreed with a nod. "Come in," I said, letting him inside. I closed the door behind me and dropped the box on the floor. "Do you know what is inside?" I asked, squinting at the box. "It's a vase," he replied, glancing down at it. "He attached a message to it, stating how beautiful she was and she could put
Alexander's POV."What is it?" Lillian asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Is it an invitation or something?"I swallowed the lump in my throat and let out a sharp sigh."It's not an invitation," I replied, trying to mask my nervousness. "It's just Martin telling me my partners were upset that I left the party abruptly and didn't return.""Since we weren't opening the door, he decided to write it out," I added, lying smoothly."I guess that must be my fault...I mean, you not returning to the party," Lillian muttered, her tone laced with guilt. "I'm sorry...""Don't apologize, Freckles," I said softly. "You did nothing wrong."I walked over to where our clothes were scattered and grabbed my pants, slipping the envelope and letter into the pocket discreetly, hoping she wouldn't notice."Are you sure it's just about your partners being upset?" Lillian asked, her voice tinged with concern."Yes." I nodded. "It's just that I have to pacify them, which requires some work. But it's noth
Alexander's POV."Who could that be?" I frowned, glancing toward the door. "Don't answer it," she whispered, cupping my face and pulling me into a deep kiss. I kissed her back, my hands roaming her body. From her hips to her thighs and then to her curves, I took my time savoring her. My hands slid to her ass, and I teasingly trailed two of my fingers between her cheeks. She trembled beneath me, soft moans spilling from her lips. The knock on the door persisted, but I had no intention of answering it, not without giving her more pleasure first. Slowly, I slid my fingers into her warm cunt, causing her hips to grind against me.She broke the kiss, soft cries escaping her lips at the intrusion. Not wanting whoever was outside to hear her, I silenced her with another kiss, this time deeper and more possessive. My fingers moved inside her, matching the rhythm of her grinding hips. The slick heat around them made me throb with need, and my cock slowly thrust into her, teasing us both.
Alexander's POV.I knew at that moment, I had broken through her resolve. Her hands reached for my face, and she kissed me back with the same intensity. I began to wonder if I was taking the right path instead of just having a conversation.I didn't want to act like Dustin who would take advantage of her with every chance he got.I broke the kiss and held her hands on my face."Nothing is going on between Eva and me," I muttered, seizing the opportunity. "Dustin drugged her at the party, so she could help him with his company. I just couldn't leave her in that state."Her expression remained unreadable after my explanation, so I continued."I took to my Mom's house because she was unwilling to pick her up. I'm sorry if it seemed like we were having any interaction," I said with an apologetic tone. "Eva wasn't in her right state of mind.""Also, I forgot about the party, that's why I didn't tell you. Martin reminded me, but I thought you wanted some space, so I didn't call you," I expl
Alexander's POV"Why would you do that?" I asked, feeling a surge of worry and frustration."I'm sorry sir," Martin apologized, his tone dripping with guilt. "She was worried about you. She said you weren't answering her calls." I grunted in frustration, "I put my phone on 'do not disturb' for a few hours. I think she called during that time. Damn it!""My apologies again sir. She was persistent and I felt guilty to see her so worried," Martin explained.My heart hammered in my chest, feeling a pang of guilt. I shouldn't have shut her out like that. Maybe she had just wanted to talk or help me calm down. Now, it seemed like I'd ignored her."But...I didn't see her at the party," I said, trailing off as a horrifying realization struck me."Oh no!" Panic surged as I abruptly pulled over at the side of the road."What is it, sir?" Martin asked, nervously. "Did something happen to Mrs Jessica...I mean Lillian.""I think...she saw us," I muttered through my gritted teeth."Saw you and who
Alexander's POVI was shocked to see him here. How did he get in? I never added his name to the list.My gaze remained fixed on both of them, but neither noticed me."Should I interfere or just walk away?" I muttered to myself, contemplating.I didn't feel like intervening in anything that involved Eva. I was already enjoying my evening since she left me alone. But, it wouldn't be fair to leave her with this bastard.I knew Dustin was never up to any good, and the way he was dragging her looked so forceful."Dustin!" I yelled, and he stopped for a moment.He looked at me, narrowing his eyes."Why are you always getting in my way?" He sneered. "Just move along. This isn't any of your business.""How is this not my business?" I snapped, walking hastily toward them. "Let her go now!"Before I could reach them, he released her and she almost fell to the floor. I caught her just in time, but that's when I realized she was drunk."Alexander," She whispered, reaching for my face. "My love, y