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Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 126
Lily’s POVThe charity gala at the Metropolitan Club was my first social test since the valley.When Sienna handed me the invitation three days prior, my first instinct had been to toss it into the shredder. Charity circuits were nests of vipers wrapped in silk; people didn't attend to raise funds, they attended to sniff out weakness, count the cracks in a rival’s armor, and calculate who was next in line to inherit a broken dynasty."You don't have to go," Sienna had said quietly, watching me from across the desk with a look of deep concern. "If you skip it, the tabloids will call you reclusive. Let them. We can manage the PR fallout.""No," I had replied, my voice flat and cold as I locked my signature onto a stack of quarterly reports. "If I hide behind the gates of Wisteria Gardens, they win. I am going."And so, here I was.Stepping out of the town car under the glare of the club's grand awning, the flashbulbs erupted like lightning. The paparazzi were relentless, their cameras c
Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 125
Lily’s POVThe transition from the public spotlight back into the silent hum of Wisteria Gardens was a brutal descent into an echoing void. That evening, the ride home in the back of the town car felt agonizingly long. Arnold sat in the front passenger seat, his broad shoulders rigid, while Sienna kept her eyes glued to her tablet in silence. Neither of them spoke, not out of discomfort, but because there were simply no words left that could bridge the distance between what our lives used to be and what they had become.When the car rolled to a stop beneath the grand portico, Arnold stepped out immediately and opened my door."I'll check the perimeter sensors, Mrs. Rookwood," Arnold said quietly, his gaze dropping to the gravel before looking back up with quiet loyalty. "Sienna and I will be stationed in the guest annex tonight. Just ring the comms if you need anything at all.""Thank you, Arnold," I murmured, stepping out onto the cold stone.Walking into the manor felt like steppin
Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 124
Lily’s POVThe gates of Wisteria Gardens closed behind the final black SUV with a heavy clang that was final.Inside the manor, the air felt thick, cold, and entirely dead. Wisteria Gardens used to be full of life and so much beautiful and unlike every other day that used to feel like a sunlit sanctuary, it now resembled a dead, abandoned and haunted cottage of creeping echoes and shadows.Arnold stood near the door, his massive shoulders weighed down by an exhaustion that went far beyond physical fatigue. Beside him, Sienna clutched a leather briefcase tightly against her chest, her eyes red-rimmed and hollow behind her glasses."Sienna has secured the perimeter sensors and connected it to her system," Arnold said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Nothing gets past the gates without triggering a direct ping to my console.""Thank you, Arnold," I murmured. My voice sounded flat, hollowed out, as if it belonged to someone else standing entirely outside my body.Sienna stepped for
Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 123
Lily’s POVThe gates of Wisteria Gardens closed behind the final black SUV with a heavy clang that was final.Inside the manor, the air felt thick, cold, and entirely dead. Wisteria Gardens used to be full of life and so much beautiful and unlike every other day that used to feel like a sunlit sanctuary, it now resembled a dead, abandoned and haunted cottage of creeping echoes and shadows.Arnold stood near the door, his massive shoulders weighed down by an exhaustion that went far beyond physical fatigue. Beside him, Sienna clutched a leather briefcase tightly against her chest, her eyes red-rimmed and hollow behind her glasses."Sienna has secured the perimeter sensors and connected it to her system," Arnold said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Nothing gets past the gates without triggering a direct ping to my console.""Thank you, Arnold," I murmured. My voice sounded flat, hollowed out, as if it belonged to someone else standing entirely outside my body.Sienna stepped for
Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 122
Lily’s POVThe cold night air hit my lungs like shattered glass as we burst through the back door of the cabin. Behind us, the heavy thud of rounds chewing through the cabin walls sounded like an approaching storm, hitting rhythmically and sending my heartbeat soaring every time I heard it.The forest canopy swallowed the moonlight, plunging the winding trail we threaded into darkness. The narrow dirt path dropped sharply toward the river gorge below, slick with damp moss and frozen autumn leaves."Keep going, Lily! Don't look back!" Diego shouted over the deafening rattle of gunfire echoing from the cabin behind us.His hand was locked around mine, pulling me forward with an iron grip. Every instinct in my body screamed against the darkness, but the sheer velocity of our flight kept my feet moving over exposed roots and jagged stones.We had made it miles down the embankment when the beam of a flashlight cut through the pine trees behind us, washing white light over the brush.“I can
Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 121
Lily’s POV.The silence inside the cabin grew cold and into something suffocating.It felt my throat closing in, my lungs squeezing, but I held it in. I shut my eyes, doing my breathing exercises slowly as I calmed myself. One, two, I thought, I’m not alone.Three four, Diego’s here.Five, six…When I opened my eyes, the dense pines outside stood like sentinels under the pale moonlight, but the shadows beneath them had changed. They weren't swaying with the breeze anymore.Something’s wrong.Diego didn't make a sound. He slipped off the sofa with precision, his hand gripping the cold steel of his sidearm as he crouched low beside the stone hearth. His eyes locked onto mine, signaling with a single, sharp tilt of his head toward the door leading to the back bedroom corridor.Stay back.I didn't move away. I couldn’t.Instead, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs, I slid off the opposite side of the sofa, keeping low against the rustic floorboards. I was wearing Lol
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