The Carlston estate was dark and silent, save for the dim flicker of light coming from Vandaulf’s study.He sat in his leather chair, fingers drumming against the desk, whiskey untouched beside him. His jaw was tight, his mind restless.Why the hell am I so mad?It wasn’t the first time Lily—Ina—had gone out. He knew she did. He had ignored it, let her run free like a caged bird desperate to prove it wasn’t caught.But tonight…Tonight, something had changed.The image burned in his mind—the way she had laughed, head thrown back, lips curled into a teasing smirk. The way she leaned in close to that bastard—Caleb.A man who had no business looking at her like that.Vandaulf clenched his fists.She had looked free. Careless. Untouchable.And worst of all, she had looked happy.With someone else.He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His head was a storm of contradictions. He didn’t care. He had no reason to care. This wasn’t a real marriage. It was an arrangement. A contr
Lily went still. The words hit her like a gut punch."My responsibility."Not his wife. Not his partner.A burden.Something in her broke.She pushed her chair back, standing quickly. "You know what, Vandaulf? Screw you."His face didn't change. "Sit down, Lily.""No."His voice went low and commanding. "Sit. Down."Then she breathed sharply, shaking her head. "You sit down, Vandaulf."Initially rejoicing in the silence, she turned around and made her way without looking back. She failed to notice the way his hand contracted into a fist. She didn't catch the breath he released, slow and deliberate.And she didn't notice the way his eyes tracked her, something unreadable flashing in his turbulent blue eyes.His voice fell, low and commanding. "Sit. Down."She glared at him, her heart pounding against her ribs. His voice was a lash, slicing through the room, thick with power.For an instant, she contemplated obeying. Complying, and letting him have his way.But Ina would not.Neither
It was a hesitant knock at the door that really jolted Lily from a deep sleep. As her eyelids grew heavy with slumber, she opened them to experience the full weight of her body, almost feeling a thorny headache from last night. The trails of Ina's visit still lingered on her body—smudged lipstick, knotted hair, and the residual taste of liquor and defiance on her skin. But with morning sunlight seeping through windows, she sensed it.The change.The transformation.Ina dissolved.Lily was all that was left.She swallowed, automatically pulling the covers tighter around her. A voice called through the door—soft, courteous, but demanding."Madam Lily," the maid said. "Master Vandaulf and Madam Helena await your presence in the dining hall. Breakfast is served." Lily froze in her tracks on hearing the sound. Vandaulf.She squeezed her eyes shut tight. What had happened the night before washed over her-the argument, his rage, his warning, the way he had glared at her with such anger. Rel
Then Vandaulf leaned back in his chair, looking at her with blank eyes. "From now on," he said carelessly, taking a sip of his coffee, "you'll be going with me to every social event."Lily blinked, surprised. "What?"He set his cup down. "I'm making sure people see you as my wife. Only my wife." His lips twisted slightly. "Call it damage control."Lily's heart pounded. He wasn't asking her. He was telling her.And the worst of it?She couldn't refuse.Helena sighed long and deep, watching the tableau with a mournful stillness. "Perhaps this is a good thing," she murmured. "A new start."Lily held onto her fork rigidly, blanching her knuckles as she forced herself to contain herself. She was on the verge of emotions, and it was not easy to remain composed. A fresh beginning? That was what they were presenting? A gilded cage and suffocating expectations?Vandaulf beside her drank more of his coffee, never a care about how her entire world had been altered under his fingertips. His words
With a soft, airy breathe, Lily turned her gaze to the front. The lesson she had learned was that it was better to break the silence.Nevertheless, she was not going to push him.'".Then she whispered, "You are a bit quiet," with her voice rasping and barely picking up. "And you are abnormally negligent."Vandaulf didn't budge."Still, you're not anywhere," Lily smiled and waited. It's somewhat ostentatious. ".He gazed dark and cold at her, unsure of what they had done. She stroked her brow. "Hey, can you talk to me?!".While Vandaulf laughed dryly, Lily's body crawled. "Can we have a discussion about this?". "I'm wondering what you are calling her. He leaned over her, his head resting on the floor. "He said your name.". He knows something. "."Even though her coolness was masked, Lily's heart gave way.".His teeth were firmly planted. "Do not deceive me." What's the truth?I am not responsible for telling you the truth. ".Vandaulf snorted deeply, his hair all over the place. "Oh my
The car rolled to a stop in front of the Carlston estate, casting long shadows under the dim glow of the outdoor lights due to its towering presence. Thick silence inside the vehicle was unforgiving.Neither Lily nor Vandaulf moved for a moment because both refused to be the first to break the unspoken tension that had been simmering between them all night.With a show of dispassionate indifference, he removed his seatbelt and disembarked; slamming the door shut with an impressive bang that resounded through the dead of night.Lily inhaled through her nose, and kept her actions calm while she walked behind, the heels clicking on the cobblestones.He didn't wait for her.He never did.With his long strides, he was already halfway to the grand front entrance before she caught up with him, but something in the way he stood was different tonight—tense, controlled, angry.Lily pushed the odd burn in her chest down.Why does he care?The front doors swung open before they reached them, the s
Lily felt it.The crush of his regard. The strangling breath of domination.Vandaulf Carlston pervaded everywhere.Wherever she went, whatever she did, he followed. Not as a husband ought to. Not with love or tenderness.Something else entirely.Possession.Punishment.He was not shielding her. He was imprisoning her.And she despised it.The morning was chilly, sunlight streaming through the big windows of the estate. But it did nothing to melt the icy tension between them.Lily had gotten exactly five steps toward the door before she heard it."Going somewhere?"His voice was even, undisturbed—too undisturbed. Like one knife in its scabbard.Lily spun to find him filling the doorway, arms crossed, his piercing eyes watching her every step.She set her jaw. "I didn't know I required your leave to walk outside."Vandaulf stepped out of the doorway, coming forward, slow and methodical. "You don't," he yielded. "But you do need a guardian."Her fists hardened at her waist. "Since when?"
Then, in a single smooth motion, he leaned forward—And picked her up.Lily gasped as her feet were left suspended in the air, Vandaulf's grip tight as he swept her over his shoulder like she was weightless."VANDAULF—""Enough Lily," Vandaulf's growled, striding up the stairs with her.Lily-Ina beat at his back with her fists. "Put me down, you—!" A sharp slap echoed against her thigh.Her breath was stuck in her throat.Lily was stiff.Lily's face burned, a combination of anger and embarrassment for what Vandaulf's doing."You're unbearable Vandaulf," she hissed.Vandaulf's hold did not weaken. "And you Lily," he snarled, "are a goddamn headache."They arrived at her room.With measured strength, he kicked the door open and slammed her onto the bed.Lily sprang up, fury burning in her eyes. "Who the devil do you think you are—"Vandaulf leaned forward, his arms around her."Your husband," he breathed.Lily took a hard breath.For what seemed an eternity of suffocation, they just gla
The courthouse loomed like a monolith, its towering shadow sweeping over the cluster of reporters spilling onto its steps. Flashbulbs popped. Microphones pushed their way forward like swords. Voices clashed in argument."Is it true Brigs Carlston planned the James family crash?""Ms. James! Will you testify?""Do you think justice will now be served?Lily was at the rear of the tinted windows of the bulletproof vehicle, her heart pounding. The burden of a thousand unsaid things pressed in her chest like concrete. She hadn't dressed in black, not today—today she'd dressed in white. Not because she forgave. But because she had to be heard."Don't say anything to anyone," Brenna cautioned, gripping her hand tightly. "Let them prattle on. What happens in here is all that matters."Vandaulf, seated opposite them, was a storm bottled on fragile threads. Jaw set, fists curled in his lap. "I wish him to look into your eyes when the truth comes out."The car stopped. The door opened.Lily step
The hospital room was silent—too silent for the tempest that seethed within the man who lay motionless beneath white blankets. The machines beeped continuously. But Brigs Carlston's breathing was no longer continuous.His eyes flew open.The world dissolved and throbbed, sound coming back in waves. He attempted to rise, winced as agony constricted his chest. A nurse screamed."He's awake! Call Dr. Yashir!"Brigs blinked, struggling to recall why his throat was as dry as sand, why his muscles felt pulled through the fire. Then… the memories filtered in.The girl.The car.The fire.The screams.Lily.His jaw clenched. The last shred of the James family. A thread he'd thought long severed.She lived.A rasp tore his throat as he ripped the oxygen mask away. "Where… is she?" he croaked.The nurse took a step back, eyes wide. "Sir, please—don't move too much—""LILY JAMES." His voice cracked into a harsh cough. "Is she alive?""I—I don't know—please, sir, lie back, the doctor—"He shoved
But faith is an ephemeral quality. It is a candle lit in a storm of untrammelled air, waiting to be extinguished the moment there is darkness within.She slept better that night than she had in months. No darkness quiet. No sudden heat flash, no clatter of high heels thrumming in her bones. Only quiet. Terrible, holy quiet. And when she awoke, the sun was already bright in the windows, warm and gentle. Her body was leaden, but not with fear—simply with being human.Vandaulf rolled over beside her, his eyes snapping open. His voice was gravel and fire. "Morning."Lily blinked at him, letting the quiet fall before she breathed, "Still me."He wrapped his hand tight around hers, interlacing their fingers. "I know."They sat in silence for a while. Breathing. Holding. Waiting to see if the shadows stirred.They didn't.After breakfast—a peaceful, fluffy session with Helena phoning in to drop over tea and today's hottest cuttings from the paper (none of which Lily actually read)—it was tim
The apartment was dark when they arrived back. The city skyline was swept by a late autumn storm outside the window, its soft rumble the echo of the storm within Lily's heart. She stood at the center of the living room, arms at her sides going limp, gaping into the stillness as though it might speak.Vandaulf hovered behind her. He didn’t speak. Not yet. He just watched her with that same relentless steadiness that had begun to unravel her in ways she hadn’t expected.Lily let out a slow breath. “The therapist said I’m making progress,” she murmured, her voice barely a thread. “That talking about Ina… naming what she was… was a step toward reclaiming myself.”"More than a name," Vandaulf said softly. "Survival."Lily spun around, her gaze tattered, lashes wet. "That's what frightens me."He edged closer carefully. "Because losing her feels like losing the only version of you that was able to survive what occurred?"She nodded. "Every time I talk as plain Lily. there's this echoing rin
There was a sweet scent of lavender and stale leather. Walking inside was to enter into a world of memory that the tenant had actively sought to forget. Lily folded into the end of a straight chair, her clenched tightly into her lap fingers. The rigidity with which she was clutching her fingers caused her knuckles to become pale. The corner hummed a gentle tick of a sound. A metronome. A tick that tolled within her as a challenge. A challenge to speak. To break the silence.She sat in her office across from Lily, as calm as a summer day. She wasn't old, but looked old, no. She did, however, have eyes that had witnessed it all. They were fixed on Lily with no suspicion, no disdain, but only impatience. As if to wait for her to draw breath before unspooling what she had stored inside.Dr. Valez leaned forward, just slightly. "Do you mind keeping your mouth shut for a bit longer," she said, talking slowly, "or do you need to tell me what you're thinking?"Lily's mouth opened. No noises
Lily sit up. He looks at her quizzically, but She smile into his eyes, before leaning down to kiss him deeply, sucking gently, sucking his passion and desire into her body, becoming keenly aware of all that he is and all that he wants, and sensing strongly his need for her. They kiss, pushing their tongues against each other, touching each other's soft lips, then pull away a centimeter and let tension between them mount, their warm breath on the other's lips, teasing, bringing us in, until.They kiss again, more passionately, but still slowly, taking it out, enjoying it. Sometimes they are madly passionate and their lovemaking is energetic and ardent. But tonight, She want to slow down, to feel everything strongly. "Hmmm..." She stroke his flat belly, her fingers tickled by the hair around his belly button. He is pulling her to him, kissing her hard and long, and slow, and his hand is sliding down toward her butt. He uses it to pull her toward him, pull her into him, breathing her in
The sunlight seeped gradually through the half-closed drapes, creating delicate patterns of light on the hotel suite floor. It was quiet—stunned, complete quiet.Lily sat up from the bed, her breath stuck in a catch.No voice in her head.No mocking insults. No laughter taunt. No Ina.Somewhere close by, Lily's knuckles went white with the sheet-clutching. She lay out flat, waiting for that same curl, shiver of chill, take-over—but nothing stirred.Nothing but her. Lily James. Alone in her own head."Arm." Vandaulf's voice was low in the kitchenette. "You're awake?"She nodded, forgetting he could not see her. "Yeah. I… I think I'm okay."Vandaulf bowed his head against the doorframe, crooked smile twisting across his lips, hair still disheveled. "Coffee? Tea? Or… quiet?"Lily's eyes widened in shock. "Quiet?"He smiled. "I thought it would be something of a luxury for the time."Her lips shook. "Really… yes. Quiet would fit perfectly."Vandaulf vanished once more, and the scent of fr
The rain beating on the hospital window had the cadence of a slowly building bomb, slow and steady and coiled, ready to explode. The lights in the room were only partially on, the weak light of the lamplight sitting beside the bed. Lily was huddled at the edge of the bed, panting at the border, with her wet hands bunched around the thin blanket. She could again sense the presence. Ina.Not in some remote corner of her mind, not like a ghost—no. Ina was near. On her back. Whispers on her nerve endings."You can't erase what you needed to live."The voice curled around her ear, too close. Too close."Lily, Lily—you can't erase me. You are me."No, Lily breathed, staring into the mirror in the next room. Her face met her, but it was wrong. Her eyes—Ina's eyes, no—smiled and not one muscle in her mouth moved."I made you strong," Ina asserted, her voice unyielding. "I protected you when they abandoned you. When they died. When he wedded you and told you it was duty. I was the one who stol
The therapist's office was a sanctuary of gentle light, calming grays, and muffled throbs—faux quiet that wrapped itself around broken pieces. Lily sat stiffly on the couch, too plush, too lenient, to sit on. Across from her, Dr. Mariel Kaine jotted something into her notebook before looking up."Lily," she answered softly, "how have you been since that experience in the warehouse?"Lily curled her fingers over the cuff of her sleeve, voice trembling. "I had her in check. I thought… it was over."Dr. Kaine did not respond at once. She let the silence linger between them—tense, awkward. Then, "When did you last feel her?"Lily looked away. Her own face was captured in the lip of a mirrored sculpture on the shelf. She couldn't look at it. "Last night," she whispered.Flashback: The Night BeforeThe bathroom light flickered above her as Lily stared at her reflection, breasts straining. Her fingers clenched the cold porcelain sink, knuckles white. Something had triggered it—maybe the manne