Lila's POV After what felt like a lifetime, I finally got home. I couldn't contain my joy, seeing that mum is looking better now. She had been taking her medications well. I couldn't even bring myself to tell her about the things that that stranger said when I was enroute to the house. I just concealed everything because I didn't want to spoil her good mood. Even though her leg gives her pain and she can't walk until she gets her surgery done, she wears a smile almost all the time. A smile that attempts to hide her pain sometimes because she never wants me to get worried about her. But I see through the pain she tries to hide from me. While I can only afford her medications with the work I do for now, I'm still trying to figure out how I'll get the money she needs for her surgery. “Are you okay, Lila?” mum asked me. She must have noticed that I was a tad absent minded.“Oh, sure mum,” I replied with a bright smile. “I'm just happy to see that you are feeling better, compared to
Lila's POVThe tears that cascaded down my face proved to be unrelenting. I couldn't fight them. “No! This can't be real,” I tried to assure myself, but the documents and pictures in my hands were screaming the opposite.I began to hyperventilate. My hands were shaking as my eyes remained fixated on the picture I was holding. I know there are people who just look alike in this world by chance with some slight differences in their features. But how is it possible that I look like the exact replica of the woman I'm seeing in this picture? I can't even spot any obvious difference in our features except that I look like the miniature version of her. Victor had come down from his car this time and was right in front of me. I looked at him and said, “please tell me this is a dream. I'm dreaming, aren't I? Please just say yes, Victor.”But Victor didn't even say a word. He just stood in front of me, looking at me commiseratingly, a non-verbal reminder of how the truth I sought so much wa
Damian's POVMy life has been so boring ever since I lost Diana two years ago. I mostly followed the work-home-work routine all my life. The vacuum she had left is still very much present. Sitting in the back seat of my car as my driver drove me home, I just remained silent, tired from the long day at work. Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket and as I brought It out, the name Valerie popped up on my screen. She had just sent me a text, and I wondered what's in there. Ever since I shouted at her in my office the other day, she had learned to compose herself better and even became more formal with me. I don't see her like she's trying to seduce me anymore. But I still wondered what she wanted to tell me that she couldn't wait until tomorrow. Without wasting time, I opened the message and it read, “Hello Boss, I told you in the morning about the meeting you have with Monroe Corporation tomorrow but I thought to remind you again tonight so you won't forget. Good night.”I would ha
Damian's POVThe smile I wore to accompany my verbal assurance to Victor that I'm excited with the news he just gave me didn't seem to penetrate his bewilderment, because he was still staring at me incredulously.Oh! Did I forget that he is a private investigator? This guy had clearly seen me lost in thoughts for a moment since he broke the heiress's news to me. “Sir, are you sure you don't have a problem with her coming?” he probed further. Well, I couldn't blame him. His job had wired him to be that way so it's like a default. I just have to convince him. “Come on,” I said, gawking at him as I laughed even louder than before. “Why wouldn't I be happy that the long-lost heiress to Monroe Corporation has been found? I've met her before and I think she's a good person.”Only then did Victor's expression gradually start to soften, an Indication that I finally succeeded in convincing him.“Alright then, I'll take my leave now,” he said as he shot to his feet and I shook hands with h
Lila's POV I stood in front of the vanity mirror for minutes. The woman staring back at me appeared like a total stranger. I had taken enough time to primp myself and look my best, yet I feel less of myself. Many times, I've always tried to stay strong despite life's challenges. I try to motivate myself the best way I can. But I don't understand what is wrong with me this morning. Whether it is the anxiety of what to expect—if I would be welcomed or not—by the time I get to the company, or it is the sad happenings that I've faced in the last couple of days, I couldn't tell which one of them is affecting me. I could say it's the two. Although I know I look beautiful with or without makeup, the light make up I applied on my face only did little to enshroud how broken and shattered I feel within. The heartbreak of finding out that I'm an adopted orphan seeks to mire me to my deepest cauldron and as I stare at the mirror, all I see beneath that beautiful face is a girl pretending
Lila's POV I felt the ground tilt beneath me as the conference room brimmed with laughter. I know there's a limit to how far I can go with adjustments but I still palmed my hair a little with my hands, hoping that most of the dishevelled parts would fall into place. Just when I thought I had done that swiftly and stylishly enough, they laughed even more. It seemed that for a moment, I forgot that I am the spotlight here and their eyes are glued to me.Every bit of my actions seemed to amuse them because they wouldn't stop laughing even if I simply took a breath. I just gave up trying to make any other adjustments before them. Why do things keep going wrong for me?I became an object of ridicule even in my late parent's company. Could my life ever get any more pathetic?I couldn't even bear to look at these shameless grown people who would not stop acting like kids despite their ages. “It's not their fault,” I thought, my eyes fixated to the ground, my mind a swirling tempest of
Damian's POV As the door was thrown open when the meeting just started, my attention was immediately riveted to the door and the person that came from the door. Here she comes, the heiress who is supposed to take over the company, sabotaging my well structured plans.But that's not happening. Well, even if I let that happen, I won't let her last long on that seat. But wait, why is she dressed like this? Is she a stand up comedian or what?Before I knew what was going on, the whole conference room brimmed with laughter. A kind of laughter that crescendoed the more she tried to make some adjustments to her terrible appearance. Even I wondered if it's so terrible in her house that they couldn't afford a common mirror I had to put in so much effort to stifle the impulse I had to laugh. I should let her have a good impression of me so that I can get closer to her for my own gain. “How will she wear something like this to the company?” I still wondered When Victor came and announce
Lila’s POVI couldn’t stop staring at my reflection in the mirror this morning. Yesterday, I had asked Damian to choose which dress I should wear today from the ones he bought for me. The dress Damian chose for me—a tailored, navy-blue office dress—fit perfectly, highlighting my features without being too revealing. For the first time in a long while, I looked like someone who belonged in an office, in charge of things, someone important. My fingers grazed the soft fabric, and a wide smile spread across my face. Maybe today would be different. Maybe today, I’d prove I could handle this new world.The cab ride was also a smooth one, unlike the chaos of yesterday. I actually had time to relax and think—mostly about Damian. A soft warmth settled in my chest as I thought of him, his firm but kind way of guiding me through everything, his insistence that I could do this. I never would have guessed that behind his polished exterior, there was someone genuinely willing to help. I was grat
Lila's POVMy heart thudded violently against my chest as Connor’s words sank in. A surprise? What could he possibly mean? I barely had time to process it when he motioned to his armed men to fetch something.“No... please, no...” I whispered, dread creeping into my voice.But before I could dwell further on his intentions, my attention snapped to Valerie. Connor’s slap had sent her sprawling onto the cold floor, and my stomach churned as I saw the dark, unmistakable stain of blood pooling beneath her. My breath caught in my throat.“Valerie!” I screamed, my voice trembling with horror.Her lips moved faintly, but no sound came. My heart ached for her—even after all she had done, no one deserved this.“Let her suffer,” Connor sneered, his grip on my arm like a vice.But then my eyes darted to Damian, crumpled on the floor, his chest rising and falling weakly. Panic surged through me as I called his name. “Damian! Damian, wake up!”There was no response. His eyes were shut, his face pa
Damian's POVConnor’s laughter echoed in my ears, a cruel sound that grated against the raw edges of my resolve. The pain from his blows radiated through my body, but I refused to let him see how much it affected me. The two men holding me tightened their grip as Connor swung the metal rod again, slamming it against my ribs.“You know what’s funny, Damian?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery as he paced in front of me. “It’s that you thought you were such a hero that night. Beating me to a pulp for trying to have a little fun with your precious Lila.”He leaned closer, his breath hot against my face as his smirk widened. “But here’s the kicker—you remember Valerie, don’t you?”I didn’t respond, my jaw clenched tightly against the wave of anger and shame threatening to bubble over.Connor laughed again, a dark, sinister sound. “Of course, you do. You two had a real cozy night together at that bar, didn’t you?” He turned to Lila, his grin widening. “Oh, you didn’t know, did you?
Damian's POVThe night was heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves as I moved closer to Connor’s house. My body protested every step, the dull ache in my abdomen a constant reminder of my unhealed wound. But the pain was insignificant compared to the anger surging through me.The dim light spilling from a window guided my path as I crouched behind a low hedge. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum in the stillness. Finally, I saw her. Valerie.After she and Connor had a little argument and he left, She stood alone near the back door, her posture casual, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. That sight only fueled my rage. She looked calm now, unbothered—like she hadn’t been the one to lie, to extort, to string me along for months with the weight of a secret child.My vision blurred with fury. Before I even realized what I was doing, I stepped out of the shadows and grabbed her. My hand wrapped tightly around her neck, not enough
Lila's POVThe sound of the car door slamming jolted me slightly in the cramped, dark space of the trunk. I held my breath for a moment, listening carefully for any sign that Damian might have realized I was here.Nothing. Just the low hum of the car’s engine as it roared to life.I adjusted myself slightly, making sure the trunk wasn’t fully closed so air could filter through. The space was stifling, and every bump in the road sent a dull ache through my body as I shifted uncomfortably against the hard interior. But this discomfort was nothing compared to the swirling storm of thoughts raging in my mind.Damian’s face flashed before me—those fiery eyes, sharp with fury and something else I couldn’t quite place. His reaction earlier felt... different. It was more than just his usual protective instinct flaring up because of Connor. It was deeper.Rage radiated off him like heat waves in the desert. Even in his weakened state, he seemed utterly consumed by it.I swallowed hard, tryin
Damian's POVThe moment I heard the faint hum of Lila’s car fading away, I exhaled deeply, my resolve hardening. The doctor had been insufferable, his protests grating on my nerves as if I didn’t already know my own limits. My body was screaming for rest, the pain in my abdomen a constant, gnawing reminder of my injury, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered now was to track Connor and Valerie—especially Valerie.“I’ll need painkillers,” I told the doctor curtly.He hesitated again, clearly torn between his professional duty and the icy glare I shot his way. “Sir, I—”“Now.” My voice left no room for negotiation, and he finally relented, fetching the medication and handing it to me with a resigned sigh.As soon as I swallowed the pill, I stood, my knees wobbling slightly. The painkillers wouldn’t kick in immediately, but I’d endure. I always did. I managed to make my way to the parking lot, each step a sharp reminder of what I’d just been through. Yet, my focus was laser-s
Lila's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was a constant backdrop as I sat by Damian's bedside, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over his pale but peaceful face. His strong features, though slightly softened by his current state, still held that captivating strength that made my heart ache.It had been a long night, and now an even longer day. Watching him fight for his life had been agony. The doctors had assured me this morning that he was out of danger after they removed the bullet. And when his eyes fluttered open earlier, I had cried tears of relief. He had slipped back into sleep in the afternoon, and I spent those quiet hours keeping watch, unable to leave his side.The doctor’s words replayed in my head: It will take time for him to recover fully. I sighed, resting my head on the chair’s back, exhausted but determined. Seeing him like this made me realize how deeply I loved him.Suddenly, Damian stirre
Lila's POV The room felt suffocating, every word Nicholas spoke laced with venom. Damian had stopped struggling for a moment, his chest heaving as if he were holding back the storm brewing inside him. Beside him, I remained frozen, barely able to process the revelation Nicholas had just dropped on us like a bomb.Nicholas’s smirk widened as he noticed our silence. “Ah, you’re quiet now, aren’t you? Finally sinking in, Damian? Your precious mother isn’t the only casualty in my pursuit of control.”My heart pounded against my ribs. I didn’t want to hear more—I couldn’t. But Nicholas leaned closer, his voice a sinister whisper that seemed to echo off the walls.“Your beloved Diana,” he drawled, drawing out her name as if savoring it. “Such a sweet girl, wasn’t she? So curious, so eager to uncover the truth. But curiosity,” he said with a wicked smile, “comes at a price.”My breath hitched, and I saw Damian stiffen, his head snapping toward Nicholas.Nicholas straightened, his tone shif
Lila's POVNicholas pulled a gun from his pocket, the cold glint of metal catching my eye. My breath hitched, but I refused to show fear. He sauntered toward me with a sickening smirk, his gaze full of condescension and malice. When he stopped directly in front of me, I felt the bile rise in my throat.“Such a brave little bird,” he mocked, crouching so that we were at eye level. His fingers reached out, trailing along my cheek like a predator savoring its prey.My stomach churned. His touch was repulsive, vile. I clenched my fists against the ropes binding me to the chair, my nails digging into my palms. The disgust inside me bubbled over, and without thinking, I leaned forward and spat directly in his face.“Get your grubby hands off me!” I snapped, my voice trembling with fury.Nicholas froze, stunned by my defiance. His smirk faltered for the briefest moment, replaced by a flicker of surprise.Even I was taken aback by my reaction. There was a man with a gun in front of me, someo
Damian's POVNicholas took a step closer, his expression triumphant. “That’s right,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less cutting. “You don’t have a single drop of my blood in you. So it’s no wonder, really. You’ve never been like me, and you never will be.”The room seemed to tilt, my mind struggling to comprehend his words. I had despised him for as long as I could remember, but this... this revelation shook me to my core.Nicholas stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched me struggle with the weight of his words. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as the gravity of what he was saying sunk in. I wanted to believe it was a sick joke, some twisted game he was playing to throw me off balance.“You’re lying,” I spat, my voice hoarse but defiant. “You’re trying to manipulate me.”His smirk widened, and he shook his head slowly. “Oh, Damian,” he said, almost pityingly. “Do you think I’d waste my time on a lie? You can feel it, can’