Lily barely slept that night. Her mind was a battlefield of thoughts, each more unsettling than the last. The mansion, grand and imposing, felt colder than ever, as if the very walls harbored secrets she was yet to uncover.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of her recent discoveries pressing down on her chest. Liam had barely spoken to her since their confrontation. She wasn’t sure if it was anger, suspicion, or something else entirely that kept him at a distance.As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, she made a decision. She couldn't afford to wait any longer. If there was a traitor among them, she needed to find out who it was before it was too late.Lily stepped out of the bedroom and made her way to the study. Liam was there, his back turned to her as he poured himself a drink. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, reflecting the firelight that flickered in the dimly lit room."You’re up early," he murmured, not turning around."I couldn’t sleep,
Lily’s fingers trembled as she zipped up the small duffel bag. She packed only the essentials some clothes, her phone, and the folder of evidence Liam had given her. The weight of the situation pressed down on her chest like a suffocating grip.Whoever had been listening outside Liam’s study now knew they were onto them. And that meant they weren’t safe.Liam had barely said a word after telling her to pack. His silence was unnerving, but she could see the storm brewing in his eyes. He was a man on the verge of snapping, his patience thinning with every second that passed.As she pulled the bag over her shoulder, Liam appeared in the doorway. His gaze swept over her, sharp and assessing. “Ready?”Lily nodded, swallowing hard. “Where are we going?”“To one of my private properties. Somewhere secure.”She hesitated. “Shouldn’t we find out who was listening first?”Liam’s jaw tightened. “I already have my men looking into it. We’ll find them, but right now, keeping you safe is my priorit
Lily’s breath hitched as the heavy thud of the front doors echoed through the room. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the weight of realization sinking in like cold steel. They had walked straight into a trap.Liam’s stance shifted, his body tensing like a predator sensing danger. His hand brushed against her arm, a silent signal to stay close. His entire demeanor darkened, his usually unreadable expression now hard as granite.Charles tilted his head, an eerie calm settling over his features. “You were never supposed to make it this far, Liam.” His voice was almost regretful. “But you always were too damn stubborn for your own good.”Lily’s fingers curled into fists. “You betrayed us.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the fury beneath it burned hot.Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “Betrayal is a matter of perspective, my dear.” His eyes flicked to Liam. “You should have left things buried. You were never meant to uncover the truth.”Liam took a slow step forward, his p
Lily’s heart pounded as the sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the dimly lit villa. The air thickened with tension, and her fingers instinctively tightened around the strap of her bag. Her gaze flickered to Liam, who remained eerily still, his eyes locked onto Charles with the kind of cold fury that could shatter mountains.“Who’s with you?” Liam’s voice was dangerously quiet, yet it carried the weight of an impending storm.Charles didn’t flinch. Instead, he folded his hands behind his back, his composure unsettling. “Now, now, Liam. You know better than anyone that I’ve always been prepared.”Liam’s jaw tightened. He stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of Lily. “You’re either very brave or very foolish to show yourself like this.”Charles chuckled, his calm demeanor grating on Lily’s nerves. “Oh, I wouldn’t say foolish, Mr. Carlyle. I’d say calculated.”Before Lily could process his words, movement flickered from the dark corners of the room. Shadows detac
Lily’s breath came in shallow gasps as the heavy silence of the room wrapped around her like a noose. Charles stood in front of them, his expression eerily composed, his hands folded behind his back like a man who had been waiting for this moment. Liam’s stance was rigid, his muscles coiled with barely contained fury.The slam of the front doors echoed through the villa, and Lily’s heart pounded. They weren’t alone. Footsteps shuffled in the distance, slow and deliberate, like the prelude to a nightmare.Liam’s voice was razor-sharp. “Who’s here with you?”Charles smirked, tilting his head slightly. “You already know the answer to that, sir.”Liam’s jaw ticked, his hands balling into fists. “You were working with them all along.”A dark chuckle slipped past Charles’ lips. “Come now, Mr. Carlyle. You didn’t really believe your enemies wouldn’t have someone on the inside, did you? You, of all people, should know better.”Lily’s fingers curled around the strap of her bag, the weight of t
The silence that followed Charles’s revelation was suffocating. Lily’s heart pounded against her ribcage as she took a step back, her mind racing to process the fact that they had walked straight into a trap.Liam, standing rigid beside her, didn’t flinch. His sharp gaze bore into Charles with a deadly intensity. "You knew we were coming. That means you’re working with them."Charles sighed, clasping his hands behind his back. "Not with them, Liam. For them. There’s a difference."Lily’s breath hitched. "You betrayed us? After everything?"Charles’s eyes flickered with something regret, maybe but it was gone in an instant. "I did what I had to do. And if you knew what was truly at stake, you would understand."Liam took a slow step forward. "You have five seconds to tell me who you’re working for before I put a bullet in your skull."Charles remained eerily calm. "That won’t change anything. The moment you entered this house, you were already surrounded."As if on cue, footsteps echoe
Lily’s fingers trembled as she zipped up the small duffel bag. She packed only the essentials some clothes, her phone, and the folder of evidence Liam had given her. The weight of the situation pressed down on her chest like a suffocating grip.Whoever had been listening outside Liam’s study now knew they were onto them. And that meant they weren’t safe.Liam had barely said a word after telling her to pack. His silence was unnerving, but she could see the storm brewing in his eyes. He was a man on the verge of snapping, his patience thinning with every second that passed.As she pulled the bag over her shoulder, Liam appeared in the doorway. His gaze swept over her, sharp and assessing. “Ready?”Lily nodded, swallowing hard. “Where are we going?”“To one of my private properties. Somewhere secure.”She hesitated. “Shouldn’t we find out who was listening first?”Liam’s jaw tightened. “I already have my men looking into it. We’ll find them, but right now, keeping you safe is my priorit
Lily’s breath came in shallow gasps as the realization settled there was no way out. Charles stood before them, his expression eerily composed, while unseen figures lurked in the shadows. The tension in the air was suffocating.Liam’s grip on her wrist tightened, a silent promise that he would protect her. His voice was calm but edged with lethal intent. “Who sent you?”Charles tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You already know, Liam. You’ve always known.”Lily’s pulse pounded. If Liam knew, why hadn’t he said anything? She turned to him, searching his face for answers, but his expression remained unreadable.“I need a name,” Liam pressed, his voice dangerously low.Charles chuckled. “You think I’d betray my employer that easily?”Lily clenched her fists. “You betrayed us.”His gaze flicked to her, his smirk never wavering. “You were never meant to be part of this, Lily. But you got too close.”A sudden noise echoed behind them. Lily turned sharply, her heart leaping in
The private jet coasted across the Atlantic, leaving the stormy skies of London behind. Liam sat by the window, his eyes unfocused as the clouds drifted below. Across from him, Elias sat in silence, earbuds in, pretending to be engrossed in the music on his phone. But Liam could feel the tension thick and undeniable settling between them like an invisible wall.It was one thing to discover a long-lost half-brother. It was another entirely to trust him.Liam had grown up in a world where loyalty was transactional and trust, a weapon that could turn into a blade. Elias, on the other hand, had lived a life stripped of luxury but anchored in truth or so he thought. Now both stood at a crossroads, each unsure whether they were about to gain an ally or invite in another enemy.“You ever been to New York before?” Liam finally asked.Elias glanced up, removed one earbud, and shook his head. “No. Just seen it in movies. Looks… loud.”A dry chuckle escaped Liam. “That’s one word for it.”There
The silence in the office was thunderous. Liam stood rooted, his mind reeling from the revelations Damien had just laid before him. A hidden heir. A forged will. And a father who had manipulated everything..even Lily. The room felt colder, the walls tighter. Damien leaned against the glass table, arms folded. “I didn’t want to believe it either. But the documents we decrypted… they don’t lie.” Liam slowly sat down, fingers steepled beneath his chin. “So what you’re saying is, my father had a second family?” Damien nodded. “Or at least a child he kept hidden. There are bank transactions brecurring ones made to an unlisted name. And some travel records that suggest he flew to London frequently, always to the same address.” “Do we have a name?” Lily asked, her voice laced with disbelief. Damien opened the tablet again. “Elias Thorn. Born nineteen years ago. His mother, Marianne Thorn, was once Marcus Carlyle’s personal assistant. She resigned under suspicious circumstances and mov
The storm outside mirrored the one brewing inside Liam’s mind. Rain hammered against the windows of the Carlyle estate as thunder cracked through the sky like a warning. But Liam paid no attention to the weather. All he could focus on was the photograph of his father and Emily.It haunted him.He stared at the fire dancing in the fireplace, his jaw clenched, mind racing. How had Emily ended up beside Marcus Carlyle? What did she know? What had she done? More importantly what had his father done?Behind him, Lily emerged from the hallway, wrapped in a silk robe. She hadn’t said much after the revelation. They were both stunned. But the silence between them wasn’t distant. It was heavy with thought and concern.“Liam?” she said softly, approaching him. “I’ve been thinking… if my sister worked with your father, it must’ve been before the wedding was even arranged. Before you and I ever crossed paths.”“That means your sister didn’t just disappear for no reason,” Liam said darkly. “She va
The following day began with a heavy air at Carlyle Holdings. Everyone walked on eggshells, their movements hushed, eyes filled with nervous curiosity. The tension had become a permanent resident in the sleek hallways, following Liam wherever he went.He entered the boardroom early, before any of the executives arrived. The footage had been secured, and Damien was working on getting a strategic release to the media. But that was only the tip of the iceberg. He needed to know the truth and it started with Emily Grant.She arrived minutes later, perfectly punctual as always. Her ash-blonde hair was tied in a neat bun, and her dark navy suit was unwrinkled despite the storm swirling around the company. Her calm demeanor hadn't changed.“You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked, setting down her briefcase.“Yes. Please sit,” Liam gestured, motioning toward the seat across from him.Emily took her seat, watching him closely. “Is this about the leak?”“It is,” he said, folding his hands. “Our
The following morning, the mansion was unnaturally quiet, despite the chaos unfolding beyond its walls. Liam sat in his private study, poring over the leaked documents for the third time. Lines of numbers and names danced in front of him like ghosts from a time he had tried so hard to forget. Somewhere in these files, someone had planted the seeds meant to destroy him.There was a knock.“Come in,” he said, not looking up.Lily stepped in, a cup of coffee in her hand. “You need to eat something.”He offered a faint smile, taking the cup. “Thanks. I didn’t sleep much.”“Neither did I,” she murmured, sitting beside him. “You’ve been quiet since last night. You okay?”“No,” he answered honestly. “But I will be. Once I find out who’s doing this.”They sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the city beyond the windows muffled by thick glass.“I’ve been thinking,” Lily said softly. “About that photo they leaked… the one of you and your father.”“What about it?”“You said you didn’t go insi
The morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting golden streaks across the wooden floors. Liam sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the unread message Damien had forwarded to him at dawn.The headline was bold and damning: “Carlyle Legacy Tied to Financial Crimes: Leaked Documents Surface.”Though the article didn’t mention Liam by name, it danced dangerously close. The Carlyle estate. The offshore accounts. The shell corporations. The web of it all threaded neatly back to the past he had barely survived.He looked at Lily. She was still sleeping, her brow relaxed for once, the faint trace of peace softening her usually guarded face. He hated that this peace would be shattered soon.Liam slid his phone into his pocket and left the room.Downstairs, the house was already abuzz. Sofia, his long-time housekeeper, handed him a tablet. “It’s everywhere, sir. Social media. Business news. Blogs.”He took the tablet and skimmed headlines, each one more s
The following days were quieter, not because of tension, but a newfound softness that grew between them. Lily had not yet given her heart fully back, but she had let down the thick walls she’d built around it. Liam, for the first time in years, was learning to speak the language of vulnerability.They spent their mornings in the garden and their evenings at the dinner table not in stiff silence, but with small conversations, shy smiles, and cautious laughter. It wasn’t a return to what they were, but the first steps toward something new.But even as the pieces began to align, something restless stirred beneath the surface.It started with a phone call.Liam had been in his office when the private line rang. Only a few people had that number his lawyer, his assistant, and Damien.He picked it up.“What is it?” Liam asked, expecting routine business.But Damien’s voice came in low and urgent. “I need to see you. It’s important.”Liam leaned back in his chair. “Can’t it wait?”“No. It’s
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Carlyle estate, casting long golden beams across the marble floor. The warmth of the day contrasted sharply with the coldness Lily felt inside. Though she’d asked for time and space, the emptiness it brought felt like a burden she wasn’t prepared for.For days, Liam respected her boundaries. He kept to his study, engaged with work or perhaps simply brooding in solitude. Meals were often quiet. If they crossed paths, they did so silently, a nod or a fleeting glance the only acknowledgment of each other’s presence. Lily wasn’t sure if it was what she truly wanted, but she feared that if they spoke, the rawness of her heart would take control.But life continued outside their strained cocoon.Lily found herself drawn to the garden, the only place where her thoughts could roam free. The blooming orchids and gentle rustle of the trees provided her with a strange sort of peace. She would sit for hours, sketching idly or journaling her
The days following their confrontation were heavy with silence, each passing moment a reminder of the vast chasm that now existed between Lily and Liam. The house, once filled with the soft hum of daily life and whispered conversations, had become a quiet prison. Every corner seemed to hold an unspoken truth, every glance between them a question left unanswered.Lily spent her days walking the halls aimlessly, her mind a maze of conflicting emotions. She hadn’t expected forgiveness to come so easily, nor had she expected the weight of it to feel so suffocating. Each time she tried to think of a way forward, the shadow of Liam’s secrets loomed larger, clouding any hope she had left for their future.She had known from the start that love wasn’t simple, that the path they had chosen would be fraught with challenges. But this... this betrayal was something she hadn’t prepared for. To think that Liam, the man she had trusted with her heart, had kept so much from her, had hidden so many tr