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Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 082
Lily’s POV.The ballroom of the St. Regis was a total disaster area.Velvet drapes were piled on the floor, towering floral arrangements were blocking the walkways, and three different event planners were screaming into their phones.I stood in the middle of the ballroom, my arms crossed over my chest, staring up at the massive crystal chandelier. My mother’s posthumous birthday gala had to be perfect. No mistakes, no cheap decorations.I wanted everyone to know I was back, and I wanted them to see it in person."Move those white lilies three feet to the left," I ordered, pointing toward the main stage. "They're covering my mother's portrait. And fix that spotlight, it’s blinding.""Right away, Mrs. Rookwood," the head designer stammered, frantically waving his clipboard at two assistants who were struggling with a pedestal.I took a slow breath, smoothing down my blazer. The bruises on my face from the warehouse were mostly hidden under heavy concealer, but my skin still felt tender.
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Lily's POV.The ground was wet and cold against my hands. That was all I felt, except for the rain that pattered on me."They were already in the alley," I heard myself say, my heart racing. "I went through the coffee shop because I knew the service exit, and I-I thought I'd lose them but they were already there, there were three of them and two more came through the door behind me and I couldn't—""Lily…”“—I couldn't get past them and I thought if I could just stall long enough for someone to—""Lily." Diego’s voice didn’t sound distant this time. It was clear and real, the warmth of his palm on my face. He’s here. He’s real, with me. "You're safe. You're out."I wasn’t imagining it. Relief crept in slowly. I felt the brown noise in my head slowly quiet. My shallow breathing slowly began to calm. Diego pulled me in.I let him, leaning into him, his arms coming around me. His chin rested on the top of my head, and the trembling in my hands slowly stopped.Behind us the warehouse wa
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Diego's POV.The world came back in bits.Glass. Cold air through a shattered window. The smell of something burning: rubber or oil or both. The sound of rain.I tried to move and pain answered from my shoulder, sharp and absolute. I ignored it and moved anyway.The door was jammed. I put my good shoulder against it and pushed until the hinges gave and the door swung outward. I half-fell onto the wet l road.My legs held when I stood. Barely, but they held. That was all I needed: a functioning body — whether half or whole — to save Lily.The car was on its side against the barrier, the front crumpled, the passenger side caved in. If Lily had been in the seat — I stopped that thought before it finished.This was planned, I thought. Richard never wanted the evidence. After all, if the victims of a crime were never alive, did the crime ever truly happen?I went to the back of the car, to the section that had taken the least damage, and wrenched the boot open. The compartment inside was i
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Diego’s POV.The silence inside the penthouse felt poisonous, seeping through my skin and eating slowly at me.I sat at the island in the kitchen, a glass of untouched scotch onto the counter. My head rested in my hands. Every second that ticked by on the clock felt like a slow blade dragging across my ribs.“You wouldn't even be here right now to lash out at me.”My own words kept repeating in my head, burning like acid in my mind.I’d snapped. After years of holding her together, of guarding her against her family's filth, I had let my own pride weaponize her pain. I had thrown her mother's death and her lowest moment right in her face.I heard the click of her bedroom door opening when she left, followed by the rustle of her coat and the chime of the front door closing. I hadn't stopped her. I thought she just needed space—a breath of cold night air away from the walls that were suffocating her.I looked at the clock.8:42 PM.She’d been gone for hours now.A sharp, familiar dread
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Lily's POV.The journal seemed to disconnect because after that, she never wrote about him again.She wrote about Richard first.Not the version I'd grown up watching — not the composed, patient man who had married her for years. The other version. The one she'd discovered when the numbers stopped adding up, when certain board decisions started benefiting Richard's private holdings in ways that required extra attention. She'd been documenting it for years: names, dates, amounts, transactions that connected Richard to a network of arrangements that would take an accountant months to fully map.She'd done most of that mapping herself.The allies were listed near the back. People who had been loyal to her and had gone quiet after she lost her power, not because they'd changed sides, she wrote, but because there was no longer a side to be loyal to. People who would come back if called.Then I turned the page and found the final entry.I've reached out to Diego Rookwood.My hand went still
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Lily's POV.The morning started the way good mornings had been starting for us lately. Diego made coffee. I sat at the island and watched him do it and tried not to think about the man who’d called me, claiming to be my mother’s legal counsel, which I'd been trying not to think about since I'd woken up at five and lain in the dark staring at the ceiling until six-thirty when Diego had opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "You haven't slept."He always knew when I was worried. "I slept a little," I'd said.He hadn't argued. He'd gotten up and made coffee.Now he set a mug in front of me and leaned against the counter across the island and looked at me with the expression he used when he was waiting for me to say the thing I'd been not saying.I wrapped both hands around the mug."I don't know what to expect," I said finally. "From today. From whatever he has." I looked at the coffee. "There's a version of her I knew and a version of her I didn't, and whatever's in that office m
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