Lily was holding her hand which was CONTINUOUSLY bleeding while she was also pressing her scalps because of the pain in them.
She got up slowly and weakly and walked in search of the first aid kit.She wrapped a band-aid on her injured hand when she found it. Even though it was hard to do it with one hand.She then did the chores while sobbing and thinking how can a person be so heartless.She couldn't comprehend what just happened, she was scared that this might happen but still had a little hope regarding Zared. She thought he wasn't a monster like her parents, that maybe he won't hurt her just like her parents did.Lily always thought her parents were cruel,cruel for torturing her for something she had no control over. She grew up hating her parents for what they did to her. She thought of them as heartless beings because who did that to their own child ?But now she wonders if they were to blame, or if it was her all along. What if she was the one who deserved it? Why would everyone in her life treat her in the same way? It was her ,she thought ,she was the problem ,not the people behaving the way they did towards her.She held her head which was now hurting from all the contemplating. She didn't want to worsen the situation especially when there was no one to take care of her so she went to her room and layed on the bed trying to distract herself and sleep.It was 4pm when Lily got Zared's text.Zared : "Stay in the room and pretend you don't exist, I'm bringing my friend tonight and dinner should be ready by then"Lily : "Okay" Lily replied and then sent a smiling emoji but Zared left it on seenGoing back to 4 months ago, Zared longed for someone who would love him and care about him for who he is and not his money. One thing he wasn't aware of was, he already had someone and it was Lily, his very own wife. He wanted someone who would love him like his mom loved him and now he was bound to find someone. So he made a plan.He decided there was only one way to do that. It was a pathetic idea but a practical one for him. He decided to transform into a poor man and beg on the streets of London. Wearing a large amount of makeup with filthy tore clothes would be a good start to act like a beggar is what what he thought. He wondered if any girl would help him, the one who helped him, he would marry her and divorce Lily.He used to have a girlfriend in high school but she turned out to be a gold digger and left Zared with a broken heart, he was deeply in love with his first girlfriend and didn't handle her betrayal very well. Even his friends' girlfriends all turned out to be gold diggers, they used their money and cheated on them. This is when Zared started having this mentality about women that they were all gold diggers and nothing else.Zared didn't care about the looks of the girl but her heart. All he longed for was kindness and love, genuine love.No one knew about this plan of his but his secretary who helped him getting ready for pretending to be a poor man.His secretary arranged all the things he needed for it in his cabin and made sure no one recognised him while leaving.He sat on the road begging in the scorching sun but no one would help him. A few men helped him. No women who passed by cared to even looked at him but instead shook him off feeling grossed out when he asked for money.A few weeks passed by but he didn't find the kind of girl he was looking for. At home he got irritated easily when Lily talked to him. He decided he would stop this poor beggar drama if he doesn't find anyone until the end of the month.Zared was heading out of the house until Lily stopped him"Zared"She called outIt always did something inside Zared when she called his name out,even though he had no feelings for her ,it would always stir something inside him. He somewhere liked when she called his name out.Zared turned to look at Lily,his ocean eyes met her hazel ones.She approached him and handed him a box which looked like a lunch box."What's this?" asked Zared raising his eyebrow"Lunch box...for you,I don't if you have lunch or not and even if you do,it's not healthy to eat outside everyday.So I prepared a lunch box for you"She said smiling a bit hoping to get a kind response from Zared ,at least a thank you would do,she thought."I don't need this" said Zared with a straight face ,he would scream at her in anger if it was a normal day but this action of Lily didn't make him mad enough to react in that way.He was actually quite a bit moved. He felt like he had someone who cared for him but again his thoughts got the best of him and he handed the lunch box back to her."Please don't force me"He said and went out the house.Lily, who was a bit shook by his actions stood there staring into the distance as she saw Zared dissapear from her sight.She felt happy as he talked to her politely this time, really politely. She was beginning to think if Zared was finally ready to look at her as his wife.It was 11 in the morning the next day and there Zared was, being roasted under the sun sitting on the side of the street."I can forgive you, I guess. People have done worse than this." She admitted. "Did he do anything to you? What did he come for?" Lily's eyes narrowed. "I’ve had...Damian keeping an eye on you ever since he revealed himself to you...." Aaron admitted, "I didn’t want you to be blindsided by him.” For a moment, she didn’t know whether to be angry or grateful. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice quiet. “Because I didn’t want to scare you,” he said honestly. “I wanted to make sure you were safe, but I also wanted to respect your space. I wasn’t sure if hearing it from me would help or just...make things worse.” Her emotions overwhelmed her, and before she could stop herself, tears welled up in her eyes. Aaron, without hesitation, reached across the table and took her hand. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.” For the first time in what felt like forever, Lily let herself break. She leaned across the table, and Aaron
Lily was sitting in her living room, her mind a whirlwind of the confrontation with Zared and Aaron stepping in, having her back-as always. After all that happened, she wondered if her pushing Zared off was selfish of her. While Lily had grown more mature these years, she had also become cold and made sure to keep herself first at any cost-but this Lily...it was the old Lily...who wanted to think that she was wrong for mistreating Zared-maybe her was disturbed, what could have possibly been the reason for him to fake his death-how big the problem must've been? A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. Frowning, she checked the time-it was late, far too late for visitors. Cautiously, she approached the door and looked through the peephole. It was Zared. Her breath caught, and her hand instinctively tightened on the doorknob. Part of her wanted to ignore him, but the other part-the one still grappling with the guilt of his supposed death-compelled her to open the
Lily sat across from Clara in her cozy apartment after the massive shock she had, the glow of the city lights filtered through the windows. Clara had invited her over for an evening of conversation, sensing something was weighing heavily on her friend. As Lily sipped her tea, her fingers fidgeted with the rim of the cup. “Clara,” she began hesitantly, “something happened yesterday.” Clara raised an eyebrow. “What is it?" Taking a deep breath, Lily placed the cup down and looked Clara in the eye. “Zared is alive.” Clara froze, the mug in her hands suspended mid-air. “What?” “He came to my office. I didn’t recognize him at first, but it was him, Clara. He’s alive, and he... he apologized for everything.” Clara placed her cup down, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion. “Zared? As in Zared Williams?The same man who k*lled himself? How is that even possible?” Lily shook her head, her voice shaky. “I don’t know. He said it was complicated and that he was tryin
Lily sat at her desk in her company, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. The day had been long and draining, but there was still a stack of work to get through. She sighed, rubbing her temples, when a soft knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” she called not lifting her head up. The door opened and closed behind. “Do you need anything, ma'am?” "No, thanks." "Would you like some coffee?" "No, you can go." Lily said, her tone cold as her eyes remained on the screen. “Some tea?" he asked Her brows furrowed but her eyes remained on her paperwork. "I dont need anything, leave before I fire you." There was a pause, but the person in front of her didn’t leave. Instead, he took a step closer. “Are you sure? I can fetch you tea, coffee... water, maybe?” Lily looked up briefly, irritation flickering across her face, though she still didn’t focus on him entirely. “No, thank you. And I think you should go.” But the man didn’t move. “How about I help you
It had been two weeks since the gala, and life had settled back into its usual rhythm for Lily; or at least, that’s what she told herself over the weeks. The days were packed with meetings, client calls, and deadlines, leaving her little time to dwell on anything else. But no matter how busy she was, Aaron’s presence lingered in the back of her mind like a stubborn shadow. She hadn’t expected to see him again so soon, and certainly not like that-standing across a room, looking at her with a mix of longing and regret. Lily shook her head as she sat at her desk, trying to push the memory aside. He doesn’t matter anymore, she reminded herself. You’ve moved on. Your life is yours now. But the truth was harder to face. A part of her was still drawn to him, to the man who had once made her feel like the center of his universe. Later that evening at her apartment, as she stepped into the kitchen, her phone buzzed on the counter. She picked it up to see Clara’s name flashing on
Aaron was already making his way toward her, his steps purposeful but hesitant. “Do you want me to distract him?” Clara asked, noticing. “No,” Lily said, surprising even herself. “I’ll handle it.” When he finally reached her, he stopped just short of invading her space. “Lily,” he said, his voice a mix of relief and uncertainty. “Aaron,” she replied, keeping her tone neutral. Clara took that as her cue to slip away, leaving them alone. “You look...” Aaron trailed off, his gaze softening. “You look beautiful.” “Thank you,” Lily said, her walls firmly in place. There was an awkward silence before Aaron spoke again. “How have you been?” “Busy,” Lily said simply. “You?” "Same. Busy." He said, his eyes boring into her's. Aaron Knight had never been one to doubt himself. His confidence, honed over years of navigating ruthless boardrooms and mastering impossible deals, was unshakable. But now, sitting in his empty penthouse with the city lights stretching endlessly b