She took up the deep red lipstick on the vanity and twisted it up, dragging it over her lips.She pressed them together, admiring the change.The girl in the mirror was no longer Lily.She was something new.Something stronger."Ina."She grinned, heart racing with exhilaration."I am Ina."And for the first time in her life—She felt free.Brenna stirred awake, hearing faint steps sound in the hall.Her eyebrows knitted themselves together.Who could be up at this hour?She wore a robe, tied around her waist as she went out.Then froze.There at the front door was Lily.No-not Lily.The girl before her was different.In the way she was. The way she stood. The confidence, the defiance in the posture was nothing like the broken girl she had held in her arms.She wore a sleek black dress, her lips painted a dangerous shade of red.Brenna felt a chill descend down her spine."Lily?" Brenna whispered her voice raspy.The girl turned.And when she did—Brenna's stomach dropped.That smile.
Activity and noise reigned over the James estate. Bustling servants and glittering decorations surrounded Lily James, the smallest person in that grand ballroom. She pushed at the hem of her pale blue dress, a color chosen by her deceased mother and insisted upon by her grandmother—a hue meant to highlight the supposed innocence and beauty that Lily was believed to possess. She despised it.The air was electric with tension as the two families gathered to cement the union—an arranged marriage that resembled a corporate merger. The James family, airline moguls, required the funds from the Carlston real estate empire, while the Carlstons desired the prestige of the James name. Love was not invited to this equation.Lily stood nervously, her hands clasped tightly when he entered.Vandaulf Claude Carlston, the CEO of Carlston Architectural Firm, exuded an icy, calculating power that made everyone else seem infinitesimally small. He was tall, perfectly dressed in a tailored black suit, and
The door clicked shut, and Brenna looked at Lily. "You're playing with fire, girl. Letting your anger run amok won't give you the upper hand here. If you're going to burn, burn smart. Tell me your plan." Lily’s laugh was dark and unrestrained. She leaned forward, her eyes meeting Brenna’s without fear. “Plan?” she repeated, her voice dripping with defiance. “I don’t need a plan to remind them I’m more than their pawn. Let him think I’m weak. I’ll show him what a mistake that was.” Brenna’s lips pressed into a thin line, but a flicker of pride glimmered in her eyes. “Then you’d better be ready to outlast him. You’re a James, Lily. Don’t forget that.” Lily’s smirk spread wider. Her boldness ran unchecked. "Oh, I won't. I'll make sure he doesn't forget it either." She spoke with a self-assurance she never allowed during the day. It was another Lily entirely standing in Brenna's office: sharp-edged, unapologetic, and utterly defiant. At night, the character she kept veiled during the
Lily's head began to whirl. Everything in her life had been determined by others' needs. She had matured into an ideal daughter and a perfect heiress. The parents had been trained to smile and nod; play out her part in the world constructed for her. And here she was now, standing in front of two sheets of paper, everything seeming false.A tear threatened to spill, but Lily refused to let it fall. She was not that girl anymore. She was not that meek girl who allowed other people to tread on her weak self. "I won't sign it," she said her voice shaking defiantly. "I won't let you boss me around this way.Vandaulf's face darkened and the coldness in his eyes deepened. He leaned closer to her, speaking in a low, dangerous voice: "You think you have a choice, Lily? You think you can just walk away from this? Do you really believe you can challenge me? Do you have any idea what I could do to you?His words ran down her spine, but something inside of her snapped. She was not going to allow
His voice was so cold that it sent chills down her spine. He would remind her of her place. He would remind her that she existed for him, nothing more, nothing less.But deep within her, something began to stir.It wasn't rebellion yet, but it was something. Something that refused to be squashed.For now, she would act the part, keep her mouth shut, and endure. Deep inside, however, she had not given up. Not even close.Vandaulf might think he'd broken her, but what he didn't know was how far Lily would go to regain herself. He'd learn.He'd learn.The pulsing music flowed through the room as the rhythmic beat established the atmosphere, resonating in the large ballroom. Guests mingled and danced, filling the air with their laughter and faintly clinking glasses. Chandeliers sparkled like precious jewels, giving off a glittering glow against the ornate surroundings.But amidst the sea of polished faces, one woman stood apart. Lily.She strode into the ballroom as if she were a force o
The sun's rays flowing from the great windows of the hotel lobby poured onto the marble floor like golden rain. Lily sat very still on one of the soft armchairs, her hands folded neatly over her knees. She looked precisely the picture of a demure, dutiful bride: soft features that framed the gentle waves of her hair; her dress modestly and impeccably cut. There was nothing of the boldness that had characterized her scant hours ago.Vandaulf entered the lobby, walking with purpose, his face inscrutable. It was the sort of man who drew attention without doing much of anything. The sharp angles of his tailored suit cut the air around him as keenly as the edge on a fine knife. His eyes, glacial and analytical, raked over the room, paused on Lily, and passed on.He approached her with measured steps, a faint smile playing on his lips. It was a smile that could have passed as charming to an unknowing observer, but Lily knew better—it was a performance, just like everything else about him."
"Thank you, Mrs. Carlston," Lily said softly, but with conviction. "Lovely to be here."Helen's lips narrowed into a smile. "Mrs. Carlston for now, dear. But soon, I expect you to call me Grandmother.""Of course," Lily murmured, dipping her head respectfully.Vandaulf had been silent throughout the exchange but stepped forward. "Mother," he said with a sharp voice. "Everything all right?""Naturally," Helen replied, cool tones dripping from every word. She pointed toward the great entrance. "The staff has prepared everything for Lily's transition into the household. Don't you fret.""I wasn't worried," Vandaulf said, pushing past her toward the doors.Helen's eyes narrowed a little as she watched her son, then returned to Lily. "You must be tired from the journey," she said, though there was no warmth in her tone. "Come, I'll show you to your rooms."Lily followed Helen into the mansion, her steps light and deliberate. It was big Mansion more extravagant than outside, with soaring
Lily squared her shoulders and moved to the wardrobe to begin preparing for dinner. For now, she would play the role Vandaulf demanded of her. But as the sun began to set over the Carlston estate, she reminded herself of one undeniable truth: the night belonged to Ina.Lily stood before the grand mirror in her opulent yet coldly impersonal room. Her reflection was that of a demure bride—flawless, composed, and perfectly groomed. But as she gazed at her own eyes, she could feel Ina stirring within her, a quiet yet insistent force.Ina’s voice, low and taunting, echoed in her mind."Lily, Lily," Ina whispered, her voice full of defiance. "Don't let him belittle you. Don't let him make you feel small. You don't belong beneath him—you belong above him. Let me handle it when the night comes." Lively's hands squeezed the edges of the dressing table, her knuckles whitening. She shakes a little as she tries to push away the voice through her head. Her lips spoke, and this time, softly, she m
She took up the deep red lipstick on the vanity and twisted it up, dragging it over her lips.She pressed them together, admiring the change.The girl in the mirror was no longer Lily.She was something new.Something stronger."Ina."She grinned, heart racing with exhilaration."I am Ina."And for the first time in her life—She felt free.Brenna stirred awake, hearing faint steps sound in the hall.Her eyebrows knitted themselves together.Who could be up at this hour?She wore a robe, tied around her waist as she went out.Then froze.There at the front door was Lily.No-not Lily.The girl before her was different.In the way she was. The way she stood. The confidence, the defiance in the posture was nothing like the broken girl she had held in her arms.She wore a sleek black dress, her lips painted a dangerous shade of red.Brenna felt a chill descend down her spine."Lily?" Brenna whispered her voice raspy.The girl turned.And when she did—Brenna's stomach dropped.That smile.
The first sound Lily heard was the beeping of machines, a slow and rhythmic pulse. Then there was pain - her whole body hurt, she felt knives on every breath as she tried to open her eyes. The light was blinding. A groan escaped from her lips, and instantly movement came. She felt a presence beside her, and then someone said, "Lily?" The voice was hoarse with desperation. Warm fingers wrapped themselves around hers, and Lily swallowed hard, her eyes blinking against the brightness. Slowly the face above her came into view. Brenna.Tears fell down the side of her grandmother's face as she gently cupped her cheek. "Oh, sweet girl," Brenna whispered. "You are awake." Lily's lips moved open, shuddering air shaking in. Brenna only barely registered that she was getting up and walking quickly toward the door, desperation climbing in her voice.Nurse! Call the doctor! My baby is awake!" Footsteps pounded outside the room. A nurse rushed in, gasping at the sight of Lily's half-open eyes. "W
The rain did not let up. It crashed against the mansion's towering windows weeping alongside Brenna James who sat alone in her darkened study. An untouched cup of tea had been sitting there all this time long gone cold now. Her hands trembled over the phone from Clark's voice still ringing her head. "He's gone." A hollow, broken sound escaped her lips. It barely registered as a sob—it seemed more the last gasp of a woman who had lost everything. Samuel. Her Samuel. Dead. Just like Roosevelt. Just like Linda. Just like Lilian. Her vision swam in darkness as she tried to draw a breath, suffocated by the grief. Samuel had left to confront Brigs Carlston. And now, he was dead. A heart attack, they said. Sudden. Unavoidable. But Brenna was no fool. Her nails dug into the polished mahogany desk. The Carlstons had taken everything. Her son. Her daughter-in-law. Her granddaughter. And now, her husband. They thought they had broken her. They thought she would crumble. "Why did it have to be my
Clark looked at her for a moment before nodding. "I'll make the calls.As he walked out of the room, Brenna looked back toward the window. In the distance, the city lights flickered but all she saw was the wreck of her family.She buried her son. Her daughter-in-law. Her granddaughter.Now, all that was left to her was a girl fighting for her life.Brenna took a breath, steadying herself.The Carlstons had taken everything from her.They had no idea what war they had just started.The ICU: A Desperate EscapeHours later, the hospital halls were eerily quiet as a group of men in black suits moved swiftly through the corridors.Two of them stopped outside Lily’s room. One of them turned the handle carefully, slipping inside.Brenna was waiting by the bedside, her face unreadable.“She’s stable enough to be moved?” she asked, her voice hushed but urgent.Dr. Howard, one of the private doctors Samuel had arranged, nodded. “It’s risky, but staying here is even riskier. We have the equipmen
The house was too quiet. Too empty.It had been filled with laughter once—Roosevelt's deep chuckle, Linda's soft giggles, Lilian's high-pitched squeals as she ran through the halls with Lily.But now, silence hung in the air like a funeral shroud.Brenna James sat in the study, holding a half-full glass of whiskey, her knuckles white against the crystal. Her body felt exhausted after days of grieving, but her heart… it was on fire.A loud knock at the door made her flinch."Come in," she croaked, hardly knowing her voice anymore.Samuel Clark walked in, looking just as solemn as ever. He paused for a moment before saying, "Ms. James. I have news.Brenna inhaled sharply, pushing down on the lump forming in her throat. "Tell me."Clark crossed the room and thumped a folder onto the desk. "The evidence is damning."Trembling, she reached out to take it, her heart pounding in time with her pulse.Clark continued, his voice steady but dark. "The tires were cut with precision—too clean for
Brenna James clicked her heels on the tile floor, but she barely heard it. All that she could hear was the deafening silence of grief.Her son.Her daughter-in-law.Her granddaughter.All gone.She had just left Lily's bedside, watching the frail, broken girl breathe through a machine. But now, she had to face the ones who would never breathe again.Her legs felt like lead as she approached the morgue door. Her hands were shaking.I can't do this.But she had to.Taking a breath that did absolutely nothing to settle her, she opened the metal door.She stumbled slightly from the cold like a slap on the face as antiseptic and death welled up, causing her to roll her stomach inside out. The room itself was dim, lit only faintly by florescent bulbs which cast ghastly shadows up the wall.And then she saw them.Three bodies, all covered in white.She drew in a ragged breath as her chest locked with pain.The mortician was silent. His face showed no emotion. "Are you ready, ma'am?"No.She
Beyond the window, Brenna shifted her gaze across the 16 years of memories; the sun sank low in that bright sky while an extraordinary orange-red glow streaked the area. The wonderful smell of saltwater washed over from the ocean breeze that raced through the trees. For the James family, this would, in fact, be the second year of a long-awaited beach vacation-a sweet promise that Roosevelt made to his precious twin daughters, Lily and Lilian."Daddy! Faster! I want to get to the beach before sunset!" Lilian's voice chirped from the backseat, bubbling like soda in a shaken can."Patience, sweetheart," Roosevelt chuckled as he adjusted the rearview mirror. "We have the whole weekend to enjoy the sea."Linda James turned in her seat, beaming at her daughters. "And we have a picnic all planned! I packed your favorite sandwiches and even some of those chocolate chip cookies you love."Lily, the quieter of the two, clutched her sister's hand. "We should build the biggest sandcastle ever," s
Ina-no, Lily-blankly blinked, dazed, as if waking up from a dream.This is a dream, music of laughter, wild abandon. A dream of Caleb.She shook herself awake, tightening her mind into concentration. "Thank you," she said, pushing bills into his hand and sliding from the car.The moment her heels touched the cobblestone driveway, she removed them, holding them in her hand as she tiptoed toward the side entrance. Every step was calculated, every breath held, as she moved through the darkened corridors like a thief in her own home.If anyone saw her like this—her dress wrinkled from the night, her perfume still carrying the scent of the club's haze—Vandaulf would know.And he could never know.She slipped inside her room and locked the door behind her, exhaling sharply. Safe.But as she turned toward the vanity, she froze.The girl staring back at her from the mirror wasn’t the Lily that Vandaulf Carlston had married.This was a different woman; the dark kohl under her eyes, the faint r
She had danced, drunk, and for a fleeting instant, forgotten.Forgotten the cage she would have to go back to. Forgotten Vandaulf's stifling control.But now, as the cold air enveloped her, reality clawed its way back into her chest.Part of her wanted to ball up her fists, stomp her heel, and cast the whole world off, diving back into the throbbing music, the anonymity, and the chaos.But instead, she walked toward the waiting car."Need a ride?"She turned, only to see Caleb standing by the curb, his hands in his pockets, his eyes unreadable.Ina smirked. "Are you always this persistent?"He took a step closer, his presence unsettling in a way that sent a thrill down her spine. "Only when something fascinates me."She laughed, shaking her head. "And what is it that fascinates you?"Caleb leaned in, his voice a murmur against the shell of her ear. "A woman pretending to be something she's not."Her breath hitched. For a second—just a second—she felt exposed.Then she masked it with a