MasukLily’s POV…..If you had told me a few months ago that I’d be standing in a sunlit living room, surrounded by wedding invitations, passports, and half-packed suitcases—about to fly to Iceland to marry Andrew Sterling—I would’ve laughed in your face.Now here I was, barefoot on the rug, paper cuts on my fingers, heart too full to sit still.“Okay,” I muttered, lining up the ivory envelopes on the table again. “These are for Adrian, Sophia, the twins’ school administrator, the lawyer—why does getting married require notifying half the planet?”Andrew chuckled from the other side of the room, where he was carefully folding clothes with far more seriousness than necessary. “Because you’re marrying into chaos.”I glanced at him. “You are chaos.”“True,” he said easily. “But I’m well-dressed chaos.”I smiled despite myself.The penthouse looked different these days. Lived-in. Warm. There were flowers on the counter, travel guides stacked near the couch, and Aria’s sketchbook abandoned on a
Andrew’s pov……..The first thing I learned that morning was this: cake tasting is not, in any universe, a calm activity.I stood in the kitchen fastening my cufflinks while Lily moved around me, barefoot, humming softly, her newly black hair brushing her jaw every time she bent to grab her phone or purse. I still wasn’t used to it—the way the darker color sharpened her features, made her eyes look brighter, made her look both softer and stronger at the same time.She caught me staring.“What?” she asked, smiling as she slipped on a light jacket.“I’m trying to decide if I should be offended that you became even more beautiful after saying yes to me,” I said.She laughed, the sound warm and unguarded. “You’ll survive.”“I might not,” I replied gravely. “I’m already weak.”Aiden snorted from the couch. Aria kicked his leg.“Ew,” Aria said. “Please don’t flirt before breakfast.”Lily leaned down and kissed the top of Aria’s head. “Too late.”We left the twins behind with strict instructi
Lily's pov…..Andrew turned me to lay on my stomach, and he put me up In a bent position and I heard his belt fall to the ground. “Ready for me baby?“ He asked“Yes” He put his dick in and I gasped, I've forgotten how large he was, I moaned as he stretched me deliciously and I felt the pain and pleasure sensation. He fucked me slow at first, in and out, pounding into me while I moaned and came around him. Then he went faster, and I could feel him all the way to my stomach, I moaned and screamed as he pounded in me and all I could do was lay there and take it. He groaned as he came and I squirted all around his cock. He carried me gently to thr bathroom and lay me in the bathtub and lay inside with me, as the cool water calmed me down. “Will Eleanore be coming for the wedding?“ I asked him “I'll invite her but I don't think she will” “I won't be inviting my dad" “As it should be”“I want to love in a big and cozy house and I want to have Three kids” “You'll def
Lily’s POV…….By the time I got home, the city lights were already softening into something gentler, like the world was finally exhaling after a long, exhausting day.The penthouse felt warm when I stepped inside. Not just temperature-wise—emotionally. Lived-in. Safe. The kind of quiet that didn’t feel lonely, just… held.I slipped off my shoes by the door and padded farther in, my heart doing that stupid little flutter it always did now, because I knew Andrew was here. Somewhere. Existing in the same space as me.He was in the living room, jacket tossed over the back of a chair, sleeves rolled up, a glass of water forgotten on the table beside him. He was scrolling through something on his tablet, brows furrowed in concentration.For a moment, I just stood there and watched him.Andrew Sterling—once the untouchable billionaire CEO, once the man I’d been afraid to look directly at—now sitting barefoot in his own home, worrying lines etched into his forehead because of cake tastings an
Sophia’s POV…..The city felt different when I left Lily.Quieter. Sharper. Like the air itself had teeth.I kept replaying her face in my mind as I drove home—the way her new hair framed her eyes, the steadiness in her smile, the way she looked like someone who had survived a war and decided to live anyway. It filled me with warmth and something close to envy. Not jealousy. Just longing. For that kind of certainty. That kind of love.By the time I parked outside my apartment building, the sun had already dipped low, the streetlights flickering on one by one. I grabbed my bag, locked the car, and started toward the entrance.That was when the feeling hit me.That instinctive prickle at the back of your neck. The one you learn to listen to after you’ve been afraid before.I slowed.My heels echoed too loudly on the pavement. I could hear my own breathing. I told myself I was imagining things. I’d had an emotional day. Anyone would be jumpy.Then I heard it.Footsteps.Not the lazy shuf
Lily’s POV……..The morning smelled like jasmine and coffee and possibility.I stood in front of the penthouse mirror, tying my hair into a loose knot for the third time, then undoing it again. My reflection looked back at me with wide eyes and a soft smile that still surprised me.I was getting married.The words felt unreal in my mouth, like a secret I was still learning how to say out loud. Married. To Andrew. To the man who had burned down his world to save mine, who carried storms in his chest and still looked at me like I was something holy.My phone buzzed on the counter.Sophia: I’m outside. If you’re not ready, I’m dragging you out in pajamas.I laughed, grabbed my bag, and headed out. “Be safe and remember to text me everytime” Andrew said “Ok boss” I said and kisses his cheeks, he slapped my ass and I chuckled and walked out.Sophia was already vibrating with excitement when I got into the car, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, lips glossy, energy contagious.“Ok







