Chapter 43 Will He?   

Lola’s POV

Women, they say, have the sly actions to control men as they see fit. What kind of a woman would I be if I didn’t leverage this power to control Tyler?

I faked reluctant, vulnerable eyes at Tyler, my gaze darting like a little girl trying to manipulate her father into buying her some cups of ice cream. The act came naturally to me, soft, innocent and calculated.

Having known that he loved me too well because he believed he was Jasmine’s father—I knew he would do anything I asked. But still, asking him to give something valuable to someone he’d never heard of, especially when he believed I was an orphan, might hit a nerve. Yet there was always a way.

Almost three years ago, when I found him, I crafted a heartbreaking story—how my parents died in a fire that burned our home to ashes. It was tragic. It was emotional. And it was all a lie.

I told him strangers had rescued me from the blaze. I painted myself as a helpless girl who barely escaped death. That lie was one of the k