~Back the present~Delilah POV I stared at my aunt like the ground had just cracked open beneath me. Her words didn’t feel real. It was like listening to someone describe a stranger’s life — except the stranger was my mother. I feel seriously disoriented now.“She went after young Thorne,” Aunt Vivian said, sighing sadly.I shook my head. “No… no, that doesn’t sound like her.” My voice was trembling . “My mother wasn’t reckless. She wasn’t the type to drink herself senseless or… or chase after anyone stupidly. She was composed. Controlled. Everyone said so.”Vivian’s lips curled into something between pity and bitterness. “That’s what she wanted you to believe. What she wanted all of us to believe. But I was there, Lilah. I saw it. She could pretend with the world, but not with me.”Her words slammed into me like ice water. My mother — the elegant, disciplined woman who raised me — wasn’t who I thought she was? Or worse, she’d been living two lives, one for me and one for herself.“I
~flashback~…15 YEARS AGO…Vivian’s POV “What are you doing here?” I muttered under my breath, slamming on the brakes as my headlights caught a stumbling figure on the sidewalk.Of course, it was her. It has to be!Lorie. She's my older sister. Also my shame and my burden, all wrapped up in fishnet stockings and smudged lipstick. She was weaving back from a club again, her dyed-red hair sticking up in wild angles, tattoos peeking through the ripped sleeves of her shirt. Always rowdy and unmotherly as usual.“Ah, shit,” I cursed, jerking the car to the side.I rushed out, the gravel crunching beneath my heels. “Lorie! What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve got a child at home, for God’s sake!”She spun around, wobbling dangerously on too-high boots, her eyes were annoyingly defiant. “Shh!” She wagged a finger in my face. “Don’t you shush me like you’re some saint. I’m older than you, okay? Don’t tell me what to do!”The alcohol hit me like a wave when she leaned closer. I recoiled,
Delilah’s POV I blinked at Aunt Vivi, my pulse hammering so loud I swore she could hear it. Divorce him? My mouth was dry, my hands clammy. “Wait—no,” I whispered, shaking my head furiously. “You don’t understand, Aunt. Thorne… he—he saved me. Caleb destroyed me. He ripped my heart out, humiliated me, paraded Cheryse like some goddamn trophy while I—” My throat tightened, voice trembling. “I can’t… I can’t just walk away from the only person who—” I stopped myself. The only person who what? Made me feel alive? Made me burn from the inside out with a single look? Made me ache in ways I hated and craved all at once? God, no. “Delilah,” Aunt Vivi said softly, shaking her head, her eyes were glassy. “That’s not saving. That’s not love. That’s chains. That’s control.” Her grip on my shoulders tightened, almost bruising. “If you had just come to me after Caleb’s betrayal, I would have taken care of you. I would have helped you heal. You didn’t have to walk into the devil’s arms.” Her
Delilah’s POV Finally, we got in and settled down. I was treated as royalty throughout. Champagne glistened in crystal flutes, a silk blanket even lay folded neatly at my side, and the flight attendant hovered ready to take my orders. Thorne’s money stamped itself in every detail, reminding me I didn’t own a single piece of this world. Reminding me every second that I was at his mercy. Shit!I dialed his number and he picked within seconds. I exhaled. “I don’t need bodyguards this time,” I said, trying to force casual sweetness into my voice. My eyes flicked toward the row of men in black suits seated near the back. “I’ll be fine without them.”“No,” his voice was authoritative, allowing no argument. I sighed. “Thorne, please. I don’t want to walk around with a parade behind me like I’m some fragile doll. I’ll be fine.”“You think safety is about what you want?” he snapped.Frustration boiled up, and before I could stop myself, I whined like a petulant child, “Please, Thorne. Jus
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Delilah's POV The door creaked open, and my eyes widened as Thorne walked in. His tall frame filled the doorway, shadow stretching across the floor, his dark eyes locking on me immediately. I sighed out in relief— it wasn't someone else.Why is he here?The bag hung limply in my hands now.He shut the door behind him with a soft click, the sound final, sealing me in with him. Letting me know this is definitely going to happen.“So you listened,” he drawled, his gaze sliding down my body until it landed between my trembling thighs. “I wasn’t sure you had the courage.”He lifted me up easily, dropping me on the smooth counter. As if I were some delicate little thang. I tried to close my legs, but ge saw it coming as his hand landed ruthlessly on my knee, forcing them open again. My pulse raced as he stepped closer, towering over me.“You wanted this,” he smiled handsomely.And I just realized in that moment that I'd do anything he'd wanted me to.And also realized how stupid that wou