All Chapters of Love in Chaos: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Three Years Ago Simon Imagining my cold heart turning warm seemed impossible till Lily Stack came into my life six months ago. From the moment she walked into my office, hair dripping wet and clothes drenched, seeking an internship placement, she had my attention. The spark in her eyes was something I couldn’t resist. I saw in her eyes the fire I had in mine five years ago when I started Siwes Ltd. Hers was filled with a desire for more and mine with a drive for survival. If I were to break out from the Weston dynasty, I had to build my own. Hardwork, sacrifice, determination had brought me this far. Sitting as CEO of a financial service company that operated globally and had amassed a worth of over $30 billion dollars in just five years of its inception. In all that time, I had no interest in anything else until her beautiful brown eyes bore into mine. I started off only intrigued, wanting to know more about her. Unwilling to let her out of my sight, I handed her a job by my s

Simon I couldn’t leave things as they were. I had to fix it before it was too late. I strode into Lily’s office, a space I had deliberately created for her so I could watch her through the glass. It had slowly became my favorite hobby—looking at her through the glass with a cup of coffee in my hands. As I stepped into her office, she was already clearing out her desk into a box. “Lily,” I called. She looked up at me, then her hands got busy again, packing her stuff. “My Lily,” I said softly. She stopped and turned to face me. There it was again, the spark in her eyes. This time, it seemed like she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. My body screamed at me to grab her in my arms and kiss her over and over again. But I didn’t dare oblige, not until she spoke to me. “I’ve thought about it, as you asked me to,” she said. “Yet, I can’t help but feel that as long as you’re keeping a part of you away from me, we’d end badly.” I moved closer, putting my hands around her waist, m

Simon Marriage seemed like a good idea. I didn’t think it hasty considering I’ve known her for six months. She was the right woman for me, I could feel it in my gut and I desperately wanted to touch her. I’ve been with so many women but never have I been eager to be with anyone as I was with her. If my rising libido was the push I needed to abandon my fears and marry the only woman who understood me beyond my success or wealth, then now was the perfect time to seal the deal forever. “Let’s get married,” I said again, with more confidence. “I heard you the first time. You don’t know what you’re saying,” she said, pulling away from under me and standing up. “You should leave,” she added, sounding a bit upset. “Lily, I meant what I said.” “That’s crazy. Do you want to get married for sex? Can you hear yourself? There’s so much more to marriage, and the fact that you demean it like that—and even me. What, you thought I’d jump at the idea and swing my legs wide open for you becau

Present Day Lily The rain had started just as we stepped out of the church, a perfect blend to the day already soaked in sorrow. My mum and I were dressed in black, our mourning outfit befitting for the grief that squeezed our hearts. She still looked as fashionable and elegant as she did every other day. I suppose I looked graceful as my mother had picked out my dress. Her hand was cold in mine and her sunglasses hiding the tears I knew streamed down her face. My own eyes were swollen and dry from crying, I could barely see. The service had been long. I barely registered in my mind words of comfort from friends and family. I kept thinking about Dad, how I would never hear his laugh again, never feel his arms around me in one of his warm hugs. As we descended the steps, I just wanted to get home and curl up in my bed, away from everyone and everything. I needed to drown out the noise. As we reached the end of the church steps, a sleek, black car screeched to a halt facing us.

Lily’s Point of ViewI thought long and hard. The implications of either choice weighed on my mind. So, I chose what I thought was the lesser evil. I stayed. I swallowed my pride and turned back to him, frozen, watching the victory smile spread across his face. For the first time in my life, I understood what it meant to be at the mercy of another human being, and it was, awful. Thomas’s mother eyed me with a gaze that seemed, to say, "After all your defiance, you stayed." "Tom, I will be inside. We can discuss it after you're finished here," she said to Thomas."Okay," he responded, watching his mother walk away. "You seem like a hard nut to crack, but it's okay, I enjoy challenges," Thomas said."In case you haven't noticed, I lost my father and I'm not in the best frame of mind. Pardon me," I said, my voice trembling slightly."Yes, I understand. I'm sorry for your loss. Now, you have me in your life, I hope, that I can fill that space," Thomas replied.How could selfish words b