All Chapters of Love in Chaos: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Simon’s Point of ViewMy thoughts had been a mess since the night I arrived and saw Lily again. It’d been three years since I last saw her. Yet, my world paused every time I laid eyes on her. She stood in the kitchen, her focus on the knife as she spread butter on her bread. I wondered what she was thinking as I walked in. I could tell I had interrupted her the moment she spotted me. She looked tense, her hand gripping the knife a little too tightly. She glared at me alarmed. “What are you doing here?”I stepped forward before she could move, my body pressing against the counter, blocking her path. “Lily, we need to talk.”“Move away, Simon. I’ll hurt you if you don’t,” she threatened, raising the knife to my face. I didn't move, my eyes locking onto hers. I was pissed at myself for leaving her, but I had to make her hear me out. “Please, Lily. Just listen.”She stared at me. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t cut your throat after what you did.”Slowly, I reached out, taking he

Simon’s Point of View Lily’s eyes were still sharp, but she looked lost in thought. She went quiet. What could she be thinking? I wondered. Leaving Lily was a decision that haunted me every day since I made it. I should have tried harder to find her. I didn’t because I was ashamed of how I left things between us and afraid she wouldn’t take me back. Now, life had brought us together again in the cruelest way. I hated that I wanted my brother’s woman. No—correction—my woman, the one he stole. I can’t back off from Lily. He isn’t right for her. I wanted to just tell him about my past with Lily and that I’ve made up my mind to win her back. Even though I know Lily is right. Thomas wouldn’t let her go without a fight. Not because he loved her, but because of his pride and need for control. Thomas and I have a complicated relationship. It could have been better without his mum. I hate her guts. I’m sure she had a hand in my mother’s death, and I’ll prove it one day. They always took ever

Simon’s Point of ViewI sped down the hallway to my room, slamming the door behind me. Had I ruined everything? I could have sworn she still loved me. The look in her eyes gave her away—she wasn’t over me yet. I wondered what my next move should be. Was I trying too hard? Should I let go of Lily and watch her marry Thomas? The thought of it tore me apart. I missed Lily. I missed her being close to me, the way her smile lit up when she walked into my office. Those months we spent working together, our first night together—it blew my mind. I wanted more. I needed more. I had to be with her, feel her close to me, again and again. But it’d be impossible if she married Thomas. I have to win her back. I can’t give up. If I wanted to do this right, I needed to show her I was serious this time. I wasn’t going to walk away again. I was here to stay, to finish what we started. Tonight showed me that with just the right amount of pressure, she’d be mine again. Stay consistent, I told myself. Bu

Lily’s Point of ViewMy eyes fluttered open, but I felt too weak to get out of bed. Maybe it was because I wasn’t eager to face the problems waiting for me. I wanted to hold onto that moment of peace just a little longer. I heard my door swing open, the sound of heels hitting the carpet, growing closer.“Wake up, Lily,” Jessica’s voice came out firm and aggressive, as she marched over to the curtains and yanked them open. Sunlight flooded the room, and with it, any peace I had left disappeared.I sat up slowly, feeling sluggish. “Good morning, Jessica,” I said, trying to sound polite.“You’re off to a very bad morning, young lady. You’re still in bed while your fiancé is already on his way to the office. What do you think you’re here for?”“I don’t understand, Jessica.” I glanced at my phone—it was just past 8 a.m. “I had a rough night. What exactly am I supposed to be doing?” I asked, tired and not in the mood for this.“Oh, I don’t know, Lily. Maybe paint my nails?” she said sarcast

Simon’s Point of ViewGeoffrey stood there, observing me with concern and frustration. “Fighting with your brother and stepmother, I see,” he said, looking disappointed. “Simon, you can't wage war against your entire family.”I crossed my arms, my voice cold. “They’ve left me no choice. You made Thomas CEO over me.”“You left,” he countered, sharply. “You turned your back on your family, on me, for eight years without so much as a word.”“I had good reasons to leave,” I shot back.He sighed, his tone softening. “I know.”His admission caught me off guard. I stared at him, searching his face for signs of what he truly meant. “I had to go, Dad. I didn’t feel safe anymore.”“I understand,” he admitted, to my surprise. “We are far from the perfect family, but we do not harm our own.”I clenched my fists, bitterness rising in my throat. “I’m not so sure of that.”He looked really down. “Your brother didn’t cause your accident, Simon.”“Then who did?” I demanded. “Because the brakes on my c