Lily Harper suddenly woke up, with her racing...
Her eyes got nervous around, her veins were nervous. The sheets under it felt impossiblely feeling soft, some rich and the masculine smell sticks to the wind , sandalwood and expensive colon. Her breath became shallow. This was not her room. The huge windows flooded the place with morning lights, revealing an breathtaking horizon she had only seen in magazines. Crystal chandelier sprinkled the overhead, and smooth black furniture shines in a soft glow. The room launched luxury calm, distant luxury. Her stomach tightened. no heat. No familiarity. Nervousness hit her like a wave of tide. How did I get here? she threw the cover aside, her barefoot hit the cold marble floor. A sharp pain beat in her head. she pressed her fingers trembling her temples, preparing to clean the fog in her mind. Think, lily. Think. The glow of the last night was in her memory. Emily's tired smile, whispering, "Please go for me, lily. I'm fine." the glittering Gala Hall, indulged in money full of strangers and cloacked in wealth. the weight of stares when she stepped inside underdressed and out of plt And then... Liam Montgomery. Her breath caught. A pair of cold, silver-gray eyes had penetrated into her brain-calculating, calculation. The richest man of the city. Ruthless. Untouchable. But that couldn't explain why she was here. Her gaze again drove the room flowing. When she saw it. News paper. It lay neatly on the nightstand, as if intentionally kept there. Her blood cooled down. While shaking hands, she snatched it up. BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET LOVER? LIAM MONTGOMERY’S MYSTERY WOMAN REVEALED SCANDAL AT THE MONTGOMERY GALA: WHO IS LILY HARPER? “INTIMATE NIGHT OR CALCULATED MOVE?” Her fingers tightened around the paper until it crumpled. Under the bold headlines, a picture was staring at him back. Her Hair tickle. Eyes wide. Leaving the penthouse of Liam Montgomery. "No ... no, no, no," she whispers, staggering back. Tears blurred her vision. This was a bad dream. A cruel joke. How can everything be spiral out of control completely? Lies in the headlines which will destroy her family already delicate reputation. Emily. Thought about the delicate frame of her younger sister, struggling with the state of the heart, piercing Lily's chest. Emily could not handle such stress. Her mother was working dual innings to pay for Emily's medicine. How will they avoid such scams? Her pulse got thundered in her ears. the door clicked. Lily froze. the footsteps. Measured. untoward. confident. she slowly turned, her heart in her throat.. And there he was. Liam Montgomery. He stood tall in the door, wearing a crisp white shirt, which was rolled on the sleeve, revealed strong cells. The dark trousers completely stuck to her lean frame. His face ..very beautiful, very cool and was unmatched. His silver gray eyes were fixed with an intensity on her WHICH took her to the spot. Lily swallowed hard. His presence filled the room. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous. "You are awake." The deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. "I—" Her voice broke. She gripped the newspaper. "What... what is this? Why am I here?" He didn’t answer right away. He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, his gaze dropping to the crumpled paper in her hands. "You tell me," Liam said, his voice ice-cold. "Because, according to this, you’re my fiancée." The word hit her like a slap. "No!" she gasped, backing away. "That’s not true—I don’t—I didn’t—" "Didn’t what?" he interrupted, stepping closer. His eyes narrowed, glinting with something sharp. "Didn’t plan this? ?"I did not get out of my penthouse and caught by every tabloid in the city Tears burned behind Lily’s eyes. "I don’t remember anything after the gala! I would never—" "Save the act." His voice dropped lower, colder. "My company’s stock is dropping , sponsors are threatening to walk, and all because of you." His words cut deep. Lily shook her head, breathless. "I swear, I didn’t do anything! You have to believe me—" "I don’t have to believe anything." He was close now, too close. Lily could see the faint scar along his jawline, the tension in his throat. His expression softened just for a heartbeat then hardened again. "You dragged my name into this mess," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "And now you’re going to fix it." Her lips parted, confusion flickering in her tear filled eyes. "Fix it? How?" Liam reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek envelope. He held it out to her, his gaze sharp and unrelenting. "Marry me." Lily stared at him, the words echoing in her head like a cruel joke. Marry him? Her legs weakened beneath her. She gripped the edge of the window for balance, the city skyline blurring behind her. "You’re joking," she whispered. His face remained expressionless. "Does it look like I’m joking?" Her fingers trembled. "Why? Why would you—" "It’s simple. You marry me, and we clean this mess up. The media moves on, and my company stabilizes. Six months. A contract marriage. Nothing more, nothing less." "A contract marriage?" Her voice cracked. "I can’t—I won’t—" "You don’t have a choice." His cold tone shattered the last of her hope. "If you refuse, everything you care about gets dragged through the dirt. Your mother. Your sister. Their lives ruined. All because you couldn’t play along." Her heart stopped. He knew. He knew about Emily. "I’m not the villain here," Liam continued, stepping even closer. His voice was low, almost gentle, but each word struck with lethal precision. "But I can be if you force me to." Lily’s chest tightened. Her world spun. Her family. Emily. Their fragile lives hung by a thread. And Liam Montgomery held the scissors. Her gaze dropped to the envelope in his hand. "Decide quickly," he said, his silver eyes gleaming with cold finality. "My patience isn’t endless." Lily’s fingers hovered above the envelope, trembling. The room seemed to shrink around her, the walls closing in. Her choices were gone. Trapped. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized the nightmare wasn’t over. It had just begun.Damien leaned back in his leather chair, the weight of Scarlett’s voice still echoing through his mind.“We need to talk.”It wasn’t a request it was a declaration. And that, more than anything, intrigued him.He stood, slowly buttoning his suit jacket as a soft knock echoed on the door. One of his guards poked his head in.“Sir, Miss Hayes is here.”Damien’s lips curled into a calm, collected smile. “Send her in.”The moment Scarlett stepped into the room, the air thickened with tension. Her presence was no longer the vulnerable girl Damien once remembered. She moved with purpose, fire flashing behind her emerald eyes. Her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, her posture rigid, unshaken. Sebastian was right behind her, his expression stone-cold, protective.Damien gestured to the seats in front of his desk. “To what do I owe this... intense visit?”Scarlett didn’t sit. Neither did Sebastian.“I know you were involved with my mother,” Scarlett said, her voice steady. “Emily remember
Scarlett’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of her cup, the warm porcelain doing little to calm the icy fear crawling up her spine.Emily’s eyes were lowered, lashes trembling, as if the truth weighed heavily on her tongue. The café’s background noise blurred into a hum, each second stretching painfully between them.Sebastian placed a reassuring hand on Scarlett’s back, anchoring her as she whispered, “Emily… what is it?”Emily inhaled shakily, her eyes glistening when she finally looked up. “Scarlett, I never told you the whole truth about Mom.”Scarlett’s breath caught, her pulse hammering in her ears. “What truth?”Emily swallowed, her lips trembling. “The day she disappeared… it wasn’t because she wanted to abandon us. She… she was trying to protect you.”Scarlett’s brows furrowed. “Protect me? From what?”Emily’s eyes flickered to Sebastian before returning to Scarlett. “Mom was involved with people who wanted you, Scarlett. She used to get these calls, and she’d cry in her room a
The rain had stopped by the time they reached the penthouse, but the storm inside Scarlett’s mind raged on.She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor as Sebastian paced across the room, his hands in his hair.“Scarlett, talk to me,” he urged, his voice strained.But she couldn’t find the words. Everything felt like a lie—the childhood memories, the moments with her mother, the identity she had clung to all her life.You were never meant to be a Hayes.Damien’s words echoed relentlessly in her head.She pressed her palms against her ears, shaking her head as if she could force them out.“I don’t know who I am,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “If I’m not Scarlett Hayes… who am I, Sebastian? Who am I?”Sebastian knelt in front of her, cupping her tear-streaked face. “You are Scarlett. You are the woman who laughs at the rain and fights for what she loves. You are the woman who made me feel alive again.”She let out a strangled sob, collapsing into his arms as he he
The rain tapped against the penthouse windows like a restless drum, filling the silence that had wrapped around Scarlett and Sebastian since she spoke of Damien Hayes.Sebastian paced, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to absorb the revelation. “Damien? You think he’s involved in whatever happened to your mother?”Scarlett wrapped her arms around herself, staring out at the city lights as her reflection quivered in the glass. “Caroline didn’t say it outright, but… her eyes said enough. She’s terrified of him. And she said I’m not who I think I am.”Sebastian stopped pacing. “What does that mean, Scarlett? Are you saying..”“I don’t know!” she snapped, tears burning her eyes as frustration cracked through her composure. “I don’t know what she meant, Sebastian! I don’t know if my mother stole me or if it was something else! I don’t know why Damien’s name keeps coming up or why Emily was left behind!”Sebastian’s expression softened as he crossed to her, pulling her into hi
Scarlett stood in the soft hush of the night, staring down at the letter once more. Its creased paper and hurried ink trembled in her hands as if it carried the heartbeat of a woman she barely remembered. Her mother. Her mystery.Sebastian read it again beside her, his eyes hardening with every line. “She said to stay away from him. But who? Me? Someone else?”Scarlett shook her head. “No. She wouldn’t warn me about you. She would’ve said your name. I think it’s someone we haven’t considered yet.”Sebastian tapped the paper with one finger. “Or someone you already trust. That’s how the deepest betrayals happen.”His words hung in the air like smoke.Scarlett turned to him. “What if this goes back further than either of us imagined? What if Emily’s coma isn’t just about a car crash?”Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “You think someone tried to hurt her on purpose?”“I don’t know. But I’m done pretending everything is fine.” Her voice was steel. “We dig. We dig until the truth is ugly, raw, a
Scarlett stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, her silhouette outlined by the city's muted glow. Her thoughts stormed like the rain clouds beyond the glass. In her palm lay the locket open, silent, heavy. The photo inside, once a comfort, now felt like a riddle wrapped in sorrow.Behind her, Sebastian finished a phone call, his voice clipped and businesslike, but with a tension that hadn't faded since the hospital surveillance was revealed.“She left no trace,” he said as he approached her. “No name on any hospital visitor logs, no security pass scanned. It’s like she walked through walls.”Scarlett finally turned, her voice barely above a whisper. “Or like she never left them.”Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “You still believe it’s your mother.”“I don’t know,” she admitted, swallowing hard. “But the way she touched Emily so gently. Like she cared. And then she mouthed my middle name, Sebastian. That’s not something a stranger just… knows.”He studied her, not just