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39 Freedom comes with a price
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His Tears, My Freedom 39 Freedom comes with a price
Lior’s POVI thought not picking her calls would be enough. I thought silence would shield me—that if I didn’t answer, I wouldn’t have to hear whatever she had to say or give her a glimpse into whatever truth she was inching to uncover.But I was wrong.Because now she’s here. Not just in calls or threats filtered through Dave. She’s here—flesh and blood, standing right in front of me like a storm I’d pretended wouldn’t come.And if whatever she knows brought her all the way down here herself, then it’s strong. Strong enough to have cracked whatever barriers I built.My face tightens, jaw locking with tension. My eyes stay on her, unmoving, as I try to piece together how the hell this happened. But the shock hits harder than I expect. There’s no mistaking her voice — or the way my stomach knots in her presence. The word slips out before I can stop it.“Mom?”Lila shifts beside me. I feel it, even before I see her. Her body leans subtly to the side, her voice barely a whisper as she ec
His Tears, My Freedom 38 The weight we carry
Lila’s POVMy eyes flutter open slowly.The first thing I notice is the smell—sterile, sharp, and clean, like alcohol and faint lavender trying to mask something deeper. The ceiling above is blindingly white. Not the soft-toned one in the resort, and definitely not the familiar beige of Lior’s guestroom. It’s stark. Clinical. And as my lashes blink again, the room is too quiet. No beeps, no machines. Just the soft whoosh of air through the vents, and distant footsteps creep into my ears.I breathe in slowly, my chest rising with effort. My limbs feel heavy, like I’ve been asleep for days.Where am I?This isn’t—this isn’t right.My eyes narrow as I try to sit up, but before I can move much, a voice calls out gently, “You’re awake, Lila.”I turn my head toward it, and there’s Lior—sitting beside the bed, eyes rimmed with exhaustion, yet relief floods his features. His voice carries a weight—like he’s been holding his breath for hours.I furrow my brows slightly, my voice barely above
His Tears, My Freedom 37 This is my chaos
Lila’s POVLior pushes forward before I can say a word.“What the hell are you doing here?” he growls, moving toward Liam, the tension in his shoulders rising with each step.I reach out quickly, placing a hand gently against his chest, stopping him mid-stride. He pauses, looking down at me with shock in his eyes—like he can’t believe I’m holding him back.But I have to.He doesn’t belong in this. Not here. Not now. Not with someone like me.Lior is someone with a reputation to protect, with a name that still holds weight in a room full of power. Letting him get dragged into this mess—into my mess—would only pull him down. And knowing Liam… the smug twist in his mouth, the flicker in his eyes… he’s about to go low. I can see it coming.I can’t let Lior be a part of this. This is my life—my chaos.Liam scoffs, loud and bitter. “It’s you again,” he says, tilting his head as his eyes sweep over Lior like filth on the floor. “What, you collecting lost causes now?”I open my mouth to say s
His Tears, My Freedom 36 The weight of one word
Lila’s POVThe cheers erupt around me like thunder, loud and gleeful, echoing off the surrounding walls. Maren throws her arms in the air. Someone whistles. There’s clapping, hugging, laughter—pure celebration. Everyone’s happy. Everyone except me.I try to smile. I really do.But something in me just… doesn’t lift.Lior and I are announced as the winners of today’s challenge, and all I can do is stand there, caught in the middle of the noise, feeling like an intruder in a life that doesn’t belong to me.I want to feel what they feel. I want to know what it’s like to celebrate something—anything—and believe I earned it. But I can’t. My chest tightens as I try to clap with them, as I try to feel the joy dancing through the air. But all I feel is fear.Because every time it’s like this—when it feels like I’m finally close to winning—life always finds a way to remind me that I’m not. That I never really was. That I probably never will be.All my life, I’ve never known what it means to be
His Tears, My Freedom 35 A kind of freedom
Liam’s POV“Why are you so obsessed with going to Velmara Cove again today?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest as I rest a hand on the staircase railing. “You were just there yesterday for the event, weren’t you? So why are you so bent on spending the whole day there again? And come on, do I really need to go with you?”My voice is tired, not just from lack of sleep but from everything else. I try not to let the edge show too much, but I know she hears it.Claudia reaches for my hand quickly, wrapping her fingers around mine with that familiar dramatics of hers. Her face contorts into a plea, her lips trembling like she’s about to cry.“It’s just what my body wants,” she says softly, and then continues before I can respond. “Besides, I was only there for the night event yesterday—for the award ceremony. I didn’t get the time to really explore the resort. And the moment I stepped foot there last night, I just… loved it. The exclusivity, the serenity… everything. It felt like I cou
His Tears, My Freedom 34 Where the clue leads
Lior’s POVI chuckle—low and amused—as I watch her stumble over her words, cheeks flushed, fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of her shirt. She’s flustered. All because of me. And instead of stopping, I can’t help but smile even wider. She’s adorable when she’s trying to act unaffected. Like a kitten bristling at a breeze.“Lila,” I call after her teasingly as she turns to walk away, barely sparing me a glance. “Running already?”She throws a warning glare over her shoulder, half-serious, half-embarrassed, then bolts faster like she can outrun the heat between us. I smirk, adjusting the collar of my shirt and rolling my sleeves up as I make my way back to where the others are gathered.The moment I reach the group, Daryl spots me and lets out a breath, dragging out his words like he’s been holding them back. “Lior, we’ve been waiting for you to start.”“I’m here now,” I say casually, sliding into place beside Lila, “you can start.”She clears her throat, stiffening at my proximi
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