66The surprise and shock were still fresh in my veins as the young nurse the one I caught having sex with Lucas stumbled upon us, her cheeks flushing a vibrant red. "Oh my god, what are you doing?" she yelped, her voice a loud echo in the sterile quietness of my office. She clapped her hands over her eyes and let out a small whimper of disbelief, before fleeing with her face buried in her hands.Nervously, I turned to Lucas, my heart pounding like a drum trapped in my chest. "Lucas, go after her," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.He gave me a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with an unspoken promise. "Don't worry, Lilian. She won't say anything," he assured me confidently."But how can you know that?" I questioned, my voice trembling.Instead of answering, he simply smiled mysteriously and moved towards the door. He paused at the threshold, turning to me with a flirtatious glint in his eyes. "Your lips have never tasted so sweet, Lilian," he said, his voice low and s
67I was taken aback. "How did you know that?" I asked.She smirked. "I'm a werewolf too, but from a different pack. It was me who recognized Lucas. That's his real name, by the way."Surprised, I leaned in closer. "Lucas? Yes he's the alpha of his pack?"She nodded. "Yes, and quite attractive too. I was hoping he could be my mate, but I was wrong.""How did you know about me?" I asked."He told me about you," she said. "Said you were his mate."I frowned. "What's the point of continuing a relationship with him to the point of having sex with him in the hospital's toilets?"She shrugged. "I lured him there. I've been in the human world for a while, and I rarely encounter other werewolves. I wouldn't miss the opportunity of having sex with a handsome werewolf, especially an alpha."Johanna looked around then said, "Oh, your friend seems to be getting impatient."As I turned to see Grace, I remembered that I had left her alone and I could see that she was starting to get impatient. I t
68Lucas looked at me with wide eyes, disbelief evident in his expression. "How is that even possible?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Who would want to harm you in the hospital of all places? And why during the fire?"Damien leaned forward, his eyes sharp with curiosity. "Did you see who it was? Do you have any idea who might want to hurt you like that?"I shook my head, feeling a shiver run down my spine as I recounted the terrifying ordeal. "No, I didn't see anyone," I admitted. "I had dozed off in my office and when I woke up, there was a fire raging outside. The door was blocked from the outside, and it took all my strength to force it open. That's when I realized that someone had deliberately placed a broom to keep me from escaping."I could see the fear in theirs eyes and knew that they were just as worried as I was. "I'm afraid that whoever started that fire meant for me to die," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "They wanted to make it look like an acci
69Damien ran his hands through his hair in frustration, still struggling to come to terms with the situation. "Arson...I just can't believe someone would do this," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know it's hard to accept, but you saw the evidence. Michael seemed sure it was deliberately set," I reminded him gently. He turned to me with a sigh. "I should have listened to you earlier. You suspected foul play from the beginning and I didn't want to consider that possibility." His brows furrowed as he pondered who could be behind such a malicious act."Don't beat yourself up, you were just hoping for the best," I reassured him. "The important thing now is focusing on solutions."Damien nodded determinedly. "You're right. I need to put our patients first." He took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. "Let me call Frank - he owns the gym next door. Maybe he can help us temporarily until the hospital is rebuilt."The phone
70Damien pulled up outside our home and turned to me with a reassuring smile. "Try and get some rest. I'll be back later to check on you." I nodded tiredly. "Thanks for the ride. Good luck sorting things out at the hospital."As I got out of the car, I heard the front door open and turned to see our three children - Landon, Lana and Liam - rushing over with concern. "Mum! Are you okay?" cried Lana, throwing her arms around me. I winced slightly at the contact on my burns but wrapped her in a hug. "I'm alright sweetie, just a little sore." I gave her a comforting squeeze before letting go. Landon frowned, taking in my disheveled appearance. "What happened? Why are your clothes all dirty?"I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "There was a fire at the hospital. I got caught up in it but I'm fine, just a few small burns."Liam's eyes went wide with worry. "A fire? Were you scared?" His innocent question made me pause. I knelt down to his level, meeting his gaze reassuringly. "I
71I rolled my eyes at Lucas's greeting, a habit when interacting with my former lover. While our history remained, my heart now belonged to Damien. Thankfully Mr. Watson had departed, sparing me further awkwardness."And what the situation at the gym?" I asked concerned. "The situation is under control, most patients moved to the gym for now," Lucas replied to my inquiry. I detected a hint of weariness in his tone; tending to the aftermath must have drained him. "And Damien?" I pressed, concern for my fiancé overriding other matters. Lucas sighed. "I left him overseeing cleanup but he was in a foul mood, snapping at anyone within earshot. Didn't seem like he'd be home anytime soon."My shoulders slumped at the news. The stress of the day still clung to me like a shroud, and I longed for Damien's comforting embrace. But his duties came first, as always."And you?" Lucas asked gently, gazing at me with a tenderness that still stirred emotion, despite my resolve. "How are you holdin
72Lilian My heart raced with fear as we turned to see the silhouette of someone familiar in the dim light. "Who's there?" Lucas called out, his voice tinged with concern.The figure stepped forward, revealing the stooped form of Mr. Watson, our elderly neighbor. Relief flooded through me momentarily at the sight of him, but confusion quickly replaced it. Why was he here, and why did he choose to interrupt us in such a dramatic manner?"Mr. Watson? What are you doing here?" I asked, my brows furrowing in bewilderment.The old man shuffled closer, his apologetic tone barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I-I'm sorry to startle you, dear. I was just looking for my cat," he explained, his voice wavering with uncertainty.A cat? I couldn't recall ever seeing one in his vicinity."A cat?" I echoed, exchanging a puzzled glance with Lucas. "We didn't know you had a cat, Mr. Watson. And we've never seen one around here before," I added, my tone tinged with suspicion.Lucas's jaw ti
73The next evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself on edge, anxiously awaiting Grace's arrival. She called me half an hour ago to ask if I was home and I said yes. My heart pounded with anticipation and dread, knowing that I would have to face her and maintain the facade of normalcy.As the sound of her car pulling into the driveway reached my ears, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation that was sure to follow.Grace stepped out of the car, her expression a mixture of concern and confusion as she approached me. "Lilian, I've been worried sick about you," she exclaimed, her voice laced with genuine concern. "I haven't seen you all day. Are you okay?"I forced a weak smile, my stomach churning with guilt. "I'm fine, Grace," I replied, my voice strained with the effort of concealing the truth. "Damien asked me not to set foot in the hospital until I've fully recovered."Grace's brows furrowed in concern as she reached out to touch my arm. "Oh,
98Lilian My heart sank at his words, but I forced myself to stay calm, though every part of me wanted to lash out. “Why?” I asked, my voice almost breaking. “Why would you do that, Lucas?”He gave me a look of exaggerated disbelief. “What? A guy like me can’t settle down?”“You and I both know this isn’t about settling down,” I said bitterly, trying to keep the anger from spilling over. “You’re playing a game, as always.”Lucas shrugged, completely unbothered by my accusation. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. What does it matter? Grace is head over heels for me, and I thought, why not? Might as well have a little fun.”“Fun?” I repeated, my voice rising despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “You’re talking about someone’s life, Lucas! Grace actually believes this is real!”“And whose fault is that?” he shot back, his smirk fading just slightly. “She chose to believe what she wanted. I never promised her a fairy tale.”“You proposed to her!” I spat, unable to contain my frustration a
97Lilian I stood there, frozen for a moment after Grace left, her excitement lingering in the air while I was trapped in a whirlpool of my own thoughts. Damien hadn’t said a word since she left, but I could feel the storm brewing inside him. His shoulders were tense, and he kept running a hand through his hair, something he only did when he was stressed beyond measure.I cleared my throat, trying to ease the tension in the room. "Damien, what’s going on?" I asked softly, stepping closer to him. "You’re clearly not fine."He stopped pacing, his eyes meeting mine, and I could see the frustration brewing behind them. "Lilian, we need to talk," he said, his voice low but sharp. My stomach clenched. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what was coming next."What’s wrong?" I pressed, hoping to keep the conversation calm.He took a deep breath, rubbing his temples like he was trying to gather the right words. "It’s about the money."I blinked, confused. "The money? What about it?""You’ve been
96Lilian A few days later, I sat on the sofa, half-watching a TV show that I wasn’t really invested in. My mind kept drifting back to Lisa’s situation and the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that had gripped me since my conversation with Rebecca. The tension in the house was palpable, but I was trying to distract myself, anything to escape the weight of reality for a little while.Suddenly, I heard a loud knock at the door, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone letting themselves in. Before I could even process what was happening, Grace came barreling into the living room like a whirlwind."Lilian!" she shouted, her voice brimming with excitement as she practically leapt at me. I barely had time to react before she was hugging me tightly, her energy infectious. “Grace, what—?” I started, trying to get a word in as she pulled back and thrust her hand in front of my face. I blinked, trying to focus on what she was showing me.Her eyes were practically glowing with joy as
95Lilian As I pulled into my driveway, I was surprised to see Damien’s car parked outside. It took me a moment to remember that today was Wednesday, his usual day to come home early. I entered the house and found Damien in the living room, lounging on the sofa with a book. He looked up as I walked in, his eyes narrowing slightly with concern. “Hey, Lilian,” he said, setting the book aside. “You’re home early. Everything alright?”I hesitated, trying to concoct a believable excuse. “Oh, um, I wasn’t feeling well, so I decided to come back early,” I said, forcing a weak smile.Damien’s expression softened, but there was a note of reproach in his voice. “I told you not to push yourself too hard. You should really take it easy. If you’re not feeling well, it’s better to rest up for a few days.”“I’m fine,” I insisted, though I knew it was a lie. “I didn’t think it was that serious.”“No, Lilian,” Damien said firmly, rising from the sofa and walking over to me. “You need to stay home a
94Lilian Once I was in my car, I pulled out my phone and quickly searched for the best private detective agency in town. After a few rings, a calm, professional voice answered.“Good afternoon, Zenith Investigations. How can we assist you today?”“Hi, this is Dr. Lilian Grey,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to hire a private detective to investigate someone. It’s urgent.”“Certainly, Dr. Grey,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “May I ask for some details? Who is the subject of the investigation, and what exactly are you looking for?”I hesitated, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “Her name is Grace Walters. I suspect she might be involved in something... illegal. I need someone to dig into her background, her recent activities, everything.”“Understood,” the receptionist said. “We’ll assign one of our best detectives to your case. When would you be available for a meeting to discuss this further?”“Right now,” I said, not wanting to waste any more t
93My jaw tightened as I struggled to keep my composure. “That’s great to hear, Grace.”Lucas looked at me with a mixture of surprise and unease. “Lilian, I didn’t expect to see you here.”“Apparently,” I said, my tone sharper than I intended, “neither did I.”Grace’s smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered. “Well, Logan and I have been working through things. He’s taking responsibility now, and I really believe we have a future together.”I fought to keep my eyes from rolling. “I’m glad you think so.”Lucas shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting between Grace and me. “Lilian, I—”“Don’t,” I interrupted, my voice cold. “I don’t want to hear it.”Grace’s eyes widened, her enthusiasm dimming as she sensed the tension. “Is everything okay, Lilian?”“No,” I said, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “Everything is not okay.”Grace looked between us, her confusion evident. “What’s wrong?”I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. “Lisa Hackerman is in jail, and yo
92**Lilian’s POV**I sat in my car, the engine humming softly, and stared at the police station. The building loomed in front of me, a cold reminder of the mess everything had become. I took a deep breath and forced myself to get out of the car. I needed to see Lisa, to understand what was happening from her perspective. With a determined stride, I walked to the entrance and was met by a stern-faced officer.“I’m here to see Lisa Hackerman,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the knot of anxiety in my chest.The officer raised an eyebrow, his gaze scrutinizing. “You’re allowed five minutes. Follow me.”My heart pounded as he led me through the maze of corridors. I tried to ignore the gnawing worry that threatened to overwhelm me. Finally, he stopped in front of a cell and unlocked the door. As it swung open, Lisa looked up, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and hope.“Lilian!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking slightly. She rushed to the bars, her eyes wide
91I stood there, staring at Lucas, feeling the frustration and anger boiling inside me. The tension between us was thick, and I struggled to keep my voice calm as I asked, "So, you’re still with her?"Lucas nodded, avoiding my gaze, and that small movement made my blood boil. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "Yeah... for now. I need to figure things out, Lilian. Everything’s so messed up right now."I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug into my palms, trying to control the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "Lucas, this isn’t just about you figuring things out. Grace deserves to know the truth, and so does Lisa. You can’t keep stringing everyone along like this."“I know,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes met mine briefly, filled with guilt and weariness, before he looked away again. "I know," he whispered again, almost like he was ashamed to admit it. "But I’m stuck, Lilian. I don’t know how to make this right."I could feel the frustration a
90Lilian's POVThe next day, Damien left early for work, his usual confidence masking the tension that still lingered between us. I felt a knot of frustration tighten in my chest as I watched him go, his words from the night before still echoing in my mind. I couldn't shake the doubt he’d planted, but I also couldn't let go of my belief in Lisa's innocence. I needed to talk to someone who might understand, or at least help me see things more clearly. I decided to visit Lucas. I had to know what he thought about Lisa’s arrest. Maybe he could offer a perspective that would ease my troubled mind. As I walked to his apartment, my heart pounded with a mix of anxiety and determination. I wasn't sure what I was hoping to hear, but I knew I needed to talk to him.When I reached Lucas’s door, I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering just inches from the wood. Finally, I knocked, the sound echoing through the hallway. A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and there he was, looking a l