Lila.I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of my dress. I didn't want to go to the gala, smile at strangers acting like I was happy when I was dying a little inside with my mother fighting for her life in the ICU.The deep emerald green silk hugs my body, the fabric shimmering in the soft lighting of the room. It’s perfect. I look perfect. My hair cascades in soft waves over my shoulders, and the makeup is subtle but enough to make me feel beautiful. Everything about this night is supposed to be flawless according to Luca. This was all about him, all about his reputation and cleaning up his image. I take another long look of my perfect dress, before I pick up my bag ready to step out. That’s when the phone rings.I glance at the screen and feel a strange flicker of unease when I see Vanessa's name. I don’t even have to think twice about picking it up, though.What I am more curious about is how she got my number, but again she is Vanessa. I know what she’s going to say.
Lila. Everything was now coming back to me as we made our way back to the car. I was officially Mrs Hall. "How are you feeling?" Luca asked as he opened the car door for me. "Married!!" I said smiling as I looked at my wedding ring, I quickly looked at the time and it was still early. "Maybe we should make an appearance at the gala after all, we can come out there publicly that we are now married." i suggested looking at him. He looked at his watch, and was about to say something when my phone started ringing. "It's the hospital, I have to take this." I said answering the phone. He just nodded and immediately turned down the music. I couldn't believe the weight of the words that had just echoed through my phone. My mother was gone. My knees felt weak, the world around me spinning for a moment as I gripped the edge of the car door. Everything had been perfect, Luca and I had just left the courthouse, newly married, full of excitement and joy to rub it in Vanessa's face. Our fut
Lila.It had been a day since my mom's passing. I was still in denial and it still felt like a bad dream, a bad joke that I will wake up from, except it was not a joke or a dream. My mother was death and I was now all alone in this cruel world. My phone rang, as it had been for the past twenty four hours. People wanted to know about the funeral arrangements others wanted to say their condolences but I was in no mood. I was about to turn it back off when I saw who was calling. It was our family lawyer. I immediately picked up, he had probably heard about my mom's passing. The phone call was brief, but its impact was immediate. The family lawyer’s voice, kind yet formal, told me he had something for me, something from my mother. I barely understood the words as they slipped past me; my mind was already drowning in the sea of emotions that had been churned up by the news of her passing a few days ago. I hadn’t even begun to process the loss, the grief still so fresh that I couldn’t
Richard.I had found out about Lila barely two weeks ago. I was still processing the information myself that she was my daughter.But now Christine was gone and I knew she had left that letter for Lila where she confessed everything and told her I was her biological dad. I had already missed so much of her life already and I had every intention of catching up on lost time, but I also knew it was not going to be easy. I spot her sitting on one of the chairs outside the lawyer's office. The lawyer had been kind enough to inform me when he called her in. She needed someone to talk to, to just support her. “Lila,” I whisper her name, the word feeling foreign on my tongue, like it’s been waiting to be spoken for years. My throat is tight, my emotions spilling out of me faster than I can contain them. “Lila, I… I didn’t know.”it comes out almost as a whisper. She looks up, her eyes narrowing slightly, as though she is trying to gauge whether I’m saying what she thinks I’m saying. There
Lila.I have not been sleeping well in the past few days since my mother's passing. The nights seemed longer than normal. The night stretched on, heavy and suffocating, and I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was drowning. Tomorrow was the funeral. Tomorrow, I would bury my mother, the woman who had been my entire world. It had been just us for a long time, and now I was left all alone. But tonight, I couldn’t breathe. I had spent hours in silence, trying to wrap my head around the fact that she was really gone, but the grief was too overwhelming. It was like a storm inside me, swirling and tearing at everything I thought I knew. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t face the world, not tomorrow, not ever.Every time I slept, it felt like I was dreaming and it was all a bad dream, but then every moment I woke up, it hit me, she was really gone. That’s when Luca showed up. As if he maybe knew I needed him today. He knocked on the door softly, like he was unsure whether he should be here. B
Lila.The room feels colder than usual. I can barely breathe, the weight of this house pressing down on me as I stand in the hallway, staring at the door that separates me from him. Luca. I haven't seen him for hours. Not that I’m counting, but... I am. He should be here by now. It’s been days, and he hasn’t so much as knocked on the door to check on me. For the past few days, I used to watch him, his car pull up and I would sit on my bed, waiting, expecting that knock on my door but he never did. And I could tell he was avoiding me on purpose. Before the funeral I used to see him every day and everywhere, but now it was like he was suddenly busy and always out of the office. At first, I thought it was fine. I threw myself into the numbness of my routine, the quiet. The house felt... empty, but in a way, it was a relief. A constant reminder of the deal we had made. I would remain his wife after all, that was what we agreed on but there was no more pretense of love, of anything mor
A few days ago..Lila. The tensions were rising between us, I could tell he felt the same way I was, wanted me as much as I wanted him. I was obviously tipsy, but not tipsy enough to forget about tomorrow. Uncapping the vodka, he took a swallow then handed me the bottle. Watching him, I did the same, then coughed and handed it back. He chuckled and drank once more before setting the bottle on the nightstand. He dimmed the lights and stripped the bed of its comforter before turning back to me. “Are you?”“Luca”He wrapped one arm around my waist and put his forefinger to my lips. “I want you, Lila. My cock is aching to be inside your warm little pussy.” He kissed me, and I yielded, my body already reacting to his touch, wanting him inside me.Remembering how he made me feel..His fingers touched my shoulders, and I felt the dress dragged down over my arms and to my waist, leaving my bared breasts pressing against his chest.Luca stopped for a moment, pulling back, his dark eyes makin
ContinuationLilaOnce in the center of the bed on all fours, I looked over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on his. He looked me over and climbed on the bed behind me, his gaze on my ass, then my face. He reached for the leather cuff to my left and dragged it up onto the bed. Taking my wrist, he pulled my arm and bound it. He then moved to the other side and did the same so I lay with my face on the bed, my arms stretched out to either side, my ass in the air.Luca moved behind me and knelt between my legs. He gripped my ass, spreading me wide.“Look at me,” he said.I turned my cheek and watched, aroused, embarrassed, wanting. Something slid down my inner thigh. I knew it was my own arousal.“You are dripping, Lila.”He leaned his head down. His tongue must have caught the drop. He slid his tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core.I made some sound, momentarily burying my face in the mattress as he buried his in my pussy.“I love to look at you like this, Lucia, all spread
Lila. "I am so sorry about her, I promise you she was not part of the itinerary today." i say slowly to Luca who is clearly dressing up now. He looked so pisses off which I can understand given the situation, but I am hoping now that his mother has left we can go on with our day as planned." I know, I'm sorry too, about her." he says kissing my forehead."Are you going somewhere?" I finally ask, unable to hold my tongue anymore when I see him putting on his shoes,"Yes, I have to go to the office, something came up."He says it so casually, like we weren't about to have a us day. "I thought we were going to hang out." i said my voice a little low filled with disappointment."I know, but we can do that another time. Jenny messed up my whole mood, and I really need to be in this meeting." he said, putting on his shoes, "You can come with, you have never really had a proper tour of my office, I could have someone show you around, we can go to lunch after.""Are you sure? I would love
Lila. I heard the front door slam open before I even had time to get off the couch. My heart jumped, instinctively thinking something was wrong, an emergency maybe. But when I saw Jenny standing there, fire in her eyes, I knew this wasn’t a surprise visit. This was a storm. And it had my name on it.I hadn't seen her since the last time se dropped by with two detectives, she had not called in at all or reached out in any kind of way. "Richard," she snapped, stepping fully inside, her heels echoing on the hardwood floor. "What the hell did you tell Luca?"Her voice was sharp, like a blade honed over days of anger and confusion. She was glaring at me like I’d just stolen something from her. I stood up slowly, keeping my voice calm.This was the Jenny I remembered, she always was the victim even back then during our marriage. She never took accountability for anything, and ofcourse she was the same person, nothing had changed at all. "Hello to you too Jenny.""Cut the crap!" she hisse
Lila. I was still standing by the door, trying to wrap my head around the whirlwind that was Jenny, she was in our living room acting like everything was okay between her and her son. It was like she had completely forgotten how things went the last time they saw each other, and the fact that she had lied to Luca, I was still staring at her with a million different thoughts in my head, when I heard the water shut off upstairs. Footsteps. The creak of the floorboards. He was coming. He was going to come down in a few minutes and I still was not sure I wanted him to be surprised. Maybe I should just give him a heads up that his mother was in our living room and by the look of things she planned on staying here for a while. I looked over at the couch, there she was. Jenny was now curled up on our couch like it was her own personal throne, she gave me a mischievous wink and pressed a finger to her lips. “Not a word.” she whispered like I was part of her insane surprise or whatever it
Lila. The sizzle of eggs hitting the pan was oddly satisfying, almost like a little victory in my morning. I was up earlier than usual, the sun barely yawning over the horizon, painting the kitchen in warm gold. I hummed softly as I flipped the eggs with one hand and balanced a slice of bread in the toaster with the other. The smell of coffee filled the air, strong and comforting.I was in my element.For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel tired. Or nauseous. Or like a swollen balloon about to float away. I felt good, energized, even and I wanted to do something with that. And maybe I missed doing normal things. The bump beneath my robe was getting more obvious now, but today, I wasn’t going to let it slow me down. Not when I had the whole day planned out. Just Luca and me.I was also feeling a little bit guilty about how I had approached things and accused him of keeping secrets from me, I wanted to make up for that. And we needed an us day, where we just lounged together all da
Luca. The headlights slice across the driveway as I pull in. Engine off. Silence.The house seems still silent and there are no lights coming from any of the rooms in the house. Did she really sleep this early or was this just another sign she didn't want to talk to me. I sit there for a second, hands still on the wheel, like maybe if I stay still long enough, time will rewind. Like maybe I won’t have to go inside and say what I’m about to say. But that’s bullshit. I’ve run out of ways to lie to myself. And more importantly, I’ve run out of ways to lie to her.Lila deserves the truth. She always has.I get out, close the door gently, as if slamming it might break something more than the quiet. The porch light’s still on. She leaves it on for me, even when she’s mad. Especially when she’s mad.Inside, the house is warm. Smells like chamomile and something sweet, maybe the candle she lights when she’s anxious. She’s on the couch, legs curled under her, a book in her lap she’s not rea
Luca. I'm driving. Hands tight on the wheel, eyes stuck on the road, even though I’m not really seeing it. I know where I’m going home, technically, but my head’s halfway in the past, in the ache behind my ribs, in the flicker of blue hospital lights, in the cold white tiles of that goddamn ER floor. I have tried calling Lila a few times but her phone is still going straight to voice mail and it is driving me nuts. Then I think about Vanessa, and the night that changed our lives completely. The night that she had twisted and made me the villain in. It hits me like a sucker punch: the night I found out about Vanessa. I still feel like I am in that hospital every time the thought comes to me. I was out with my some of my investors when the call came in, my Phone buzzed at 1:12 AM. Unknown number. I almost didn’t answer, almost let it ring into the dark while I tried to forget the fight we’d had three days before. “Is this Luca ?” the voice said,it was the way that the voice soun
Vanessa I heard his car before I saw him. Gravel crunching beneath tires the way it always does out here, but faster this time, urgent, angry. I didn’t even have to look out the window to know it was Luca. I felt it. Like a tremor in the air before the sky splits open.I stood at the counter, glass of wine untouched in my hand, watching the sun sink behind the trees. The country house had always been quiet, but today, it felt like the calm before a storm. And I guess, in a way, I knew it was coming. Maybe I even wanted it to.When the door slammed open, I didn’t flinch. I just turned, because I wanted to see his face. I wanted to know what the truth looked like written in his eyes. Fury, yes but beneath that? Hurt. Confusion. Betrayal. I’d prepared myself for all of it. At least, I thought I had.“You’ve seen her,” I said. My voice was steady, but my stomach flipped.“You lied,” he snapped, every syllable sharp and cutting. “You told her I had a daughter. Our daughter.”I opened my m
Luca. I hated leaving the house, leaving her still mad at me, especially in her state. She said I was hoovering a lot but that's because I wanted to make sure she was okay, the baby too. I knew telling her the truth would solve all this, but I had to talk to the source first. The tires chewed up the miles, but the road didn’t move fast enough for the storm inside me. I could feel my fingers clenching the steering wheel too tight, the leather groaning beneath my grip. I should have stayed. I wanted to stay. Lila had looked at me like I was a stranger, like everything between us was a lie. And maybe, in her mind, it was. If she believed I would keep something as important as a daughter hidden. But it wasn’t me who lied. It was Vanessa. And now, finally, I was going to face her.I replayed the last hour on a loop, like a film I couldn’t stop watching. Lila's voice cracking, her eyes sharp with betrayal. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter with her?” Her words hit me like a
Luca. I had expected a lot of things from Vanessa but never did I expect this. Her using our daughter to get my attention, well she finally had it. And I had to see her. I had stayed with the woman long enough to know her patterns, I will never take away from her the fact that she loved Daisy, but I also knew she would do anything to get what she wants, and nothing was off limits when it came to her. But that's not really what I was mad about the most, it was the story she came up with and fed Lila. What kind of sick games was she playing this time? I did not sleep at all, I tossed and turned all night waiting for the morning to come so I can go set her straight. Which is why I was up before sunrise. The house was quiet. Still. Maria usually came at around seven and I woke up at almost six in the morning. But I enjoyed the peace and quiet, gave me some time to think things through and come up with my next move. I made coffee just to keep my hands busy. The smell filled the kit