Zared went downstairs and settled on the couch in the living room continuing his work. He saw Lily throwing the pieces of the mug in the dustbin while sobbing and trembling....
'Urgh why does she have to be so annoying all the time, Man I can't stand this lady' Zared thought to himself.Lily spent the night sobbing in her room, her eyes were swollen from all the crying and her head in extreme pain but her tears won't stop. The thoughts in her mind,the questions,the overthinking was slowly killing her and she was not able to help it. She wanted to escape this world, escape to somewhere,where only happiness existed. She didn't like the people here, the people this world consisted of were cruel, selfish, heartless, ungrateful and what not, they only saw kind people like a use and throw product, they would take advantage of them and then throw them to the dogs. She hated this world, the people, the worries they gave her, the anguish they put her in... She was tired of this world. She closed her eyes struggling to sleep but not being able to.Somehow, after some time she fell asleep on her own.The sun rised, the birds were chirping and the sunlight was peeking into Lily's room. Lily was awakened by her alarm, she woke up with a severe headache. She then continued her daily routine and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her cold ungrateful and cruel husband.Zared, who was climbing down the stairs when Lily was almost done making the breakfast, ignored Lily's presence and made hi way straight towards the main door. Lily ran after him to catch up his pace."Zared...Breakfast?" She asked with the spatula still in her hand.Zared stopped at his tracks and sighed and then scoffed. He turned around to face Lily with both of his hands in his pockets."After what happened last night... You still won't give up, will you?. You've really got some nerve right there." Zared said wearing an amused expression.Lily was worried something huge might happen this time, he might get angrier or even hurt her,as a child grown up in an abusive household,she was always scared the other person would physically hurt her but she kept telling herself abuse was not as normalised everywhere as it was in her house. She was still scared for herself but worried for Zared at the same time. He didn't have dinner yesterday and refused to have breakfast as well.Zared went near Lily and caged her between both of his arms resting them on the kitchen platform. His face a few inches away from Lily and he nearly forgot what he was going to say next after looking at Lily from so close. Her milky skin mesmerised him but he shook his thoughts off and moved his face nearer to her's.Lily turned her face as to avoid his dark stare but light eyes, but he turned his face in front ofher 's ,no matter how much she looked away , he would move his face in front of her and make her face him."Look at me when I'm talking to you"said Zared while gritting his teeth.His fingers moved to Lily's chin making her look at him."You don't have any self-respect, do you? Listen here, young lady.He moved near her ear and whispered"If you bother me again, trust me, you won't like the consequences this time."His pushed his face backwards to look at Lily. His gaze moved to her lips. Lily was biting her lips in nervousness and it again made Zared forget everything. His heart rate increased but not more than Lily's, you could hear Lily's heart rate if the space was to be completely silent.His fingers moved to her lips and he rubbed them with his thumb. He suddenly realised what he was doing and moved his hands away. He was getting mad at himself for losing control over his actions. The disgust for Lily came back in his eyes and he turned around to make his way towards the door again but Lily stopped him again. She sure is scared of him but she still loves him and can't do anything about it."But Zared breakfas-"He grabbed her hand before she finished her sentence slammed her body on the wall. Both of his hands tightly gripping her hands on either side of her head, the spatula which was in her hand,fell down. His anger got the best of him, he wasn't mad because of Lily right now but his own self. It didn't matter to him though, he refused to accept it and blamed Lily for it in his mind.She was trying to get out of his grip because he was gripping her with an extremely tight grip on the same hand which had the burn from last night as well as the cut which the mug's broken piece made on it. Her hand started bleeding but Zared didn't realise it. Lily was still struggling to break free from his grip."I warned you to not bother me,why do you have to be such a s**t, and now you better behave yourself cause I know you won't wish for this to happen again"With that, he left Lily's hand and slapped her so hard, she fell to the ground.He bent down to her level and gripped her hair harshly."You better remember this... I won't hesitate to go further if you bother me again. ""Aahh aah ah Zar-...Zared, please leave my hair. Please.. ah"Lily was whimpering under him but he didn't seem to bother."Won't you wish me a good day today? Huh ?" He said while making a fake innocent faceWith that, he scoffed and harshly let go of her hair, more like yanked it and went out of the house."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
The 4 years that followed were a whirlwind of success for Lily. As the founder and CEO of her own fashion brand, she had become a name synonymous with innovation and elegance. Her designs graced international runways, and her name carried weight in the business world. She was confident, composed, and exactly where she wanted to be. It was a crisp evening in the city, and Lily sat in her office overlooking the bustling streets below. She tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook, her mind wandering. A knock at the door broke her thoughts. Clara walked in, looking radiant as ever in a sleek jumpsuit. “Your PR team says you need to approve the final list for the charity gala tomorrow,” she said, placing a folder on Lily’s desk. Lily smirked. “You didn’t need to bring this yourself. What’s the real reason you’re here?” Clara feigned an offended look. “What, I can’t check on my dear friend? Fine, maybe I just needed a break from my office. Paperwork is soul-sucking.”
The penthouse felt lifeless. Every step Aaron took echoed through the empty rooms, each sound reminding him of what he’d lost. He couldn’t stop himself from wandering to Lily’s favorite spots-the kitchen where she used to hum softly while brewing tea, the couch where they would argue about what to watch, her corner of the bedroom where her books were still stacked neatly, her pink and white bedroom-the one she always dreamed about. He stood by the window where Lily once leaned against his chest, watching the city lights together happily. Now, those same lights felt distant and cold. On the coffee table lay a scarf she’d left behind, forgotten in the rush of her departure. Aaron’s hand trembled as he picked it up, the soft fabric bringing back the faintest trace of her perfume. He closed his eyes, clutching it tightly as if it could somehow bring her back. Aaron couldn’t shake the memory of her face when she left, her tear filled eyes, the hurt in her voice as she said goodbye.
The penthouse felt cavernous in her absence. Lily’s steps echoed faintly against the polished floors as she carried a small bag down the hall. She had packed only the essentials-clothes, documents, and her favorite book-a conscious decision not to look back. The thought of leaving the home they'd shared stung, but staying felt like drowning. Her mind replayed the scene in Aaron’s study, the damning photographs and the file with her name etched at the top. Every piece of information about her, laid bare-her family, her childhood, her fears. She’d trusted him, and in return, he had dissected her life like a puzzle to control. As she neared the door, the faint scent of his cologne lingered, and her grip on the bag tightened. This was the only goodbye she could give. Aaron had been out since the incident-a small mercy-but as Lily turned the handle, she heard the elevator hum to life. Her heart plummeted. The doors slid open, and Aaron stepped out, his suit slightly dishevel