Lily Harper suddenly woke up, with her racing...
Her eyes got nervous around, her veins were nervous. The sheets under it felt impossiblely feeling soft, some rich and the masculine smell sticks to the wind , sandalwood and expensive colon. Her breath became shallow. This was not her room. The huge windows flooded the place with morning lights, revealing an breathtaking horizon she had only seen in magazines. Crystal chandelier sprinkled the overhead, and smooth black furniture shines in a soft glow. The room launched luxury calm, distant luxury. Her stomach tightened. no heat. No familiarity. Nervousness hit her like a wave of tide. How did I get here? she threw the cover aside, her barefoot hit the cold marble floor. A sharp pain beat in her head. she pressed her fingers trembling her temples, preparing to clean the fog in her mind. Think, lily. Think. The glow of the last night was in her memory. Emily's tired smile, whispering, "Please go for me, lily. I'm fine." the glittering Gala Hall, indulged in money full of strangers and cloacked in wealth. the weight of stares when she stepped inside underdressed and out of plt And then... Liam Montgomery. Her breath caught. A pair of cold, silver-gray eyes had penetrated into her brain-calculating, calculation. The richest man of the city. Ruthless. Untouchable. But that couldn't explain why she was here. Her gaze again drove the room flowing. When she saw it. News paper. It lay neatly on the nightstand, as if intentionally kept there. Her blood cooled down. While shaking hands, she snatched it up. BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET LOVER? LIAM MONTGOMERY’S MYSTERY WOMAN REVEALED SCANDAL AT THE MONTGOMERY GALA: WHO IS LILY HARPER? “INTIMATE NIGHT OR CALCULATED MOVE?” Her fingers tightened around the paper until it crumpled. Under the bold headlines, a picture was staring at him back. Her Hair tickle. Eyes wide. Leaving the penthouse of Liam Montgomery. "No ... no, no, no," she whispers, staggering back. Tears blurred her vision. This was a bad dream. A cruel joke. How can everything be spiral out of control completely? Lies in the headlines which will destroy her family already delicate reputation. Emily. Thought about the delicate frame of her younger sister, struggling with the state of the heart, piercing Lily's chest. Emily could not handle such stress. Her mother was working dual innings to pay for Emily's medicine. How will they avoid such scams? Her pulse got thundered in her ears. the door clicked. Lily froze. the footsteps. Measured. untoward. confident. she slowly turned, her heart in her throat.. And there he was. Liam Montgomery. He stood tall in the door, wearing a crisp white shirt, which was rolled on the sleeve, revealed strong cells. The dark trousers completely stuck to her lean frame. His face ..very beautiful, very cool and was unmatched. His silver gray eyes were fixed with an intensity on her WHICH took her to the spot. Lily swallowed hard. His presence filled the room. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous. "You are awake." The deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. "I—" Her voice broke. She gripped the newspaper. "What... what is this? Why am I here?" He didn’t answer right away. He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, his gaze dropping to the crumpled paper in her hands. "You tell me," Liam said, his voice ice-cold. "Because, according to this, you’re my fiancée." The word hit her like a slap. "No!" she gasped, backing away. "That’s not true—I don’t—I didn’t—" "Didn’t what?" he interrupted, stepping closer. His eyes narrowed, glinting with something sharp. "Didn’t plan this? ?"I did not get out of my penthouse and caught by every tabloid in the city Tears burned behind Lily’s eyes. "I don’t remember anything after the gala! I would never—" "Save the act." His voice dropped lower, colder. "My company’s stock is dropping , sponsors are threatening to walk, and all because of you." His words cut deep. Lily shook her head, breathless. "I swear, I didn’t do anything! You have to believe me—" "I don’t have to believe anything." He was close now, too close. Lily could see the faint scar along his jawline, the tension in his throat. His expression softened just for a heartbeat then hardened again. "You dragged my name into this mess," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "And now you’re going to fix it." Her lips parted, confusion flickering in her tear filled eyes. "Fix it? How?" Liam reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek envelope. He held it out to her, his gaze sharp and unrelenting. "Marry me." Lily stared at him, the words echoing in her head like a cruel joke. Marry him? Her legs weakened beneath her. She gripped the edge of the window for balance, the city skyline blurring behind her. "You’re joking," she whispered. His face remained expressionless. "Does it look like I’m joking?" Her fingers trembled. "Why? Why would you—" "It’s simple. You marry me, and we clean this mess up. The media moves on, and my company stabilizes. Six months. A contract marriage. Nothing more, nothing less." "A contract marriage?" Her voice cracked. "I can’t—I won’t—" "You don’t have a choice." His cold tone shattered the last of her hope. "If you refuse, everything you care about gets dragged through the dirt. Your mother. Your sister. Their lives ruined. All because you couldn’t play along." Her heart stopped. He knew. He knew about Emily. "I’m not the villain here," Liam continued, stepping even closer. His voice was low, almost gentle, but each word struck with lethal precision. "But I can be if you force me to." Lily’s chest tightened. Her world spun. Her family. Emily. Their fragile lives hung by a thread. And Liam Montgomery held the scissors. Her gaze dropped to the envelope in his hand. "Decide quickly," he said, his silver eyes gleaming with cold finality. "My patience isn’t endless." Lily’s fingers hovered above the envelope, trembling. The room seemed to shrink around her, the walls closing in. Her choices were gone. Trapped. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized the nightmare wasn’t over. It had just begun.Sunlight spilled through the penthouse windows, warming the room with a gentle golden glow. The city below had finally woken from the night’s storm, and in that quiet morning, Scarlett and Sebastian felt the weight of the past lift from their shoulders.Sebastian sat beside Scarlett on the edge of the bed, his fingers intertwined with hers. There was a softness to him now, a peace she had never seen before a man who had fought battles within and without, and had finally emerged whole, because love had been his anchor.“I never imagined this… this peace,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent. “After everything, I thought I would always be chasing shadows. Running from ghosts.”Scarlett leaned her head against his shoulder. “And yet, here you are. We both are. Shadows don’t vanish they just lose their power when you face them together.”He chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated with relief. “I used to think being strong meant standing alone. I see now that strength isn’t in solitude
The penthouse was quiet now, the storm outside reduced to a soft drizzle. But inside, Scarlett and Sebastian felt the weight of what was coming an invisible tension that clung to their skin like a second shadow. They had survived every trial, every secret, every betrayal but the final confrontation loomed.Sebastian paced the room, his hands clenched at his sides. “Everything we’ve built… everything we’ve fought for… it could all fall apart in a heartbeat,” he muttered, almost to himself. His usual composed demeanor had given way to raw intensity.Scarlett reached out, stopping him with a gentle hand on his arm. “Look at me, Sebastian. We’re not alone. We never have been. Every time we thought we were cornered, we found a way through together. And we will now too.”He stopped, meeting her gaze, and she saw the storm in his eyes mirrored her own fear. “I’m scared, Scarlett,” he admitted, voice low and unguarded. “I’ve never been this afraid… not for myself, but for you. For us.”Tears
The night was heavy, the city lights blurred by sheets of rain, as if the world itself held its breath. Scarlett’s hands trembled slightly as she held onto Sebastian, feeling the tension radiating off him in waves. He had been silent since the confrontation earlier, his jaw tight, eyes dark with thoughts he refused to share.“Sebastian…” she whispered, tracing a finger along his arm. “Talk to me. Please.”He exhaled slowly, his hands resting on her shoulders, grounding her. “Every choice we’ve made… every risk we’ve taken… it all comes down to this moment.” His voice was a low rumble, heavy with determination and fear. “I won’t let them take you. I won’t let anything destroy what we’ve built.”Her heart ached at the raw intensity in his gaze. She wanted to scream, to plead, to beg him to stay safe but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she pressed her forehead against his chest, letting herself feel the steady beat of his heart. It was a reminder that love, even in the midst of c
The penthouse was quiet, but the air was thick with tension. Scarlett paced by the window, her reflection fractured by the city lights, each movement echoing her inner turmoil. Her mind kept circling back to the secrets Sebastian had uncovered, the threats lingering like a storm on the horizon.Sebastian watched her from across the room, leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable. The weight of everything they had faced pressed on him, but he refused to show it. “Scarlett,” he said softly, making her pause mid-step.She turned to him, eyes wide, searching his face. “I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about what’s coming. About what they might do to us.”He crossed the distance between them, taking her hands in his. “Then let me carry it for you. Let me face the darkness so you don’t have to face it alone.”Her heart ached at the intensity in his gaze. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I can’t…” Her voice faltered, tears brimming again. “I can’t lose you too.”“You won’t lose me,” he
The rain had stopped, but the city still smelled of wet asphalt and smoldering tension. Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed in the penthouse, her hands trembling as she clutched the silk bedsheet. Her thoughts were a storm, one she could not contain. Every memory of the last few weeks, every secret revealed, every moment of fear, and every heartbeat spent next to Sebastian all collided in her chest, making it impossible to breathe normally.Sebastian entered quietly, shedding his coat, his eyes scanning her with a mixture of concern and restrained anger. The penthouse felt impossibly large, yet suffocating, as if the walls themselves knew the secrets it held.“Scarlett…” His voice was low, rough, and tender all at once. “Why didn’t you tell me?”She shook her head, tears forming too quickly, too fiercely. “Because… I didn’t want you to see me broken.” Her voice cracked, carrying the weight of months she had tried to hide. “I didn’t want you to see the fear… the pain I’ve been carrying
The city lights glimmered like distant stars below the penthouse, but inside, the air felt heavy with unspoken truths. Scarlett paced the polished floor, each step echoing the turmoil inside her chest. The events of the past week had left scars deeper than she cared to admit, and for the first time in months, she felt her walls cracking not from weakness, but from the relentless pressure of unresolved emotions.Sebastian stood by the window, arms crossed, his jaw tight. His gaze was fixed on the night skyline, but his mind was entirely on her. “Scarlett,” he said, voice steady but low, “you’ve been avoiding me. Whatever is troubling you, we need to face it. Together.”She stopped pacing, her breath catching. “I… I don’t know if I can, Sebastian. Everything is moving too fast, and I feel like I’m losing myself in it all.”Damien stepped closer, his presence grounding her. “Scarlett, look at me. You are not losing yourself. You’re finding your strength, even if it doesn’t feel like it.