The days following Liam’s proposal passed in a golden blur. It felt surreal to Lilywaking up each morning beside Liam, planning their future, and seeing the spark of hope in his eyes where only shadows used to live.The world, however, wasn't content to let them bask in peace. News of their engagement spread like wildfire. Every tabloid, every news outlet had a headline about it: “The Ruthless Billionaire Finds Love” — “From Scandal to Sweetheart: Liam Carlyle’s Shocking Turnaround.”Paparazzi camped outside their home. Reporters chased their car down streets. Business rivals whispered about opportunism. Some investors questioned Liam’s judgment, as if love was a vulnerability he couldn’t afford.Lily sat at the breakfast table one morning, scrolling through an article that speculated she was after Liam’s wealth. Her stomach twisted painfully.Across from her, Liam lowered his newspaper and studied her carefully. “Ignore it,” he said firmly. “They don’t know you. They never will.”“Bu
The morning of the wedding dawned clear and golden, as if the universe itself had decided to bless them.Lily stood in front of the mirror in her bridal suite, her hands trembling slightly as her mother adjusted the delicate veil on her hair. The dress she pure white, simple yet elegant, flowing around her like a whisper of dreams. Her hair was curled softly, pinned with tiny pearls that caught the morning light."You look... magical," her mother said, her voice thick with emotion.Lily turned, her own eyes shining. "Thank you for everything, Mom."They embraced, and for a moment, Lily allowed herself to feel the full weight of what was happening. She was no longer the broken girl who had stumbled into Liam’s life. She had fought her battles, survived heartbreak, and now she stood at the edge of something extraordinary.A soft knock came at the door. It was Kelly, her maid of honor and closest friend, peeking her head in."It’s time," Kelly said, grinning through her tears.Lily nodde
The sun rose over the horizon in a glorious blaze of gold and crimson, heralding the first morning of Liam and Lily’s married life.Lily stirred against Liam’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her cheek. The air between them was warm and intimate, the sheets tangled around their legs. She smiled, stretching languidly as Liam’s arms tightened instinctively around her."Good morning, Mrs. Carlyle," Liam murmured, his voice husky from sleep.Lily lifted her head to meet his gaze. His dark hair was tousled, his blue eyes heavy-lidded but filled with such overwhelming tenderness that it stole her breath."Good morning, Mr. Carlyle," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.He caught her chin between his fingers and kissed her, slow and lingering, as if they had all the time in the world which, for once, they did.Their first morning as husband and wife was not filled with chaos or obligations. It was just them, in a world that had finally, finally slowed down enough f
The morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and soft gold, casting a gentle glow across the ocean. Waves kissed the shoreline with a soothing rhythm, like a lullaby that had never ended.Lily woke first, stretching like a cat across the bed. She was wrapped in soft white sheets that smelled faintly of salt and Liam. She turned her head to see him beside her, one arm thrown lazily over his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips even in sleep.The sight filled her heart to the brim.She reached out and traced the sharp line of his jaw with the tip of her finger. Liam stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers."Staring at me already, Mrs. Carlyle?" he teased, his voice thick with sleep."You're a sight worth waking up to," she said with a soft laugh.He pulled her into his arms effortlessly, burying his face into the curve of her neck. "If it’s a crime to love you like this, I’ll serve a life sentence."Lily giggled, her fingers threading through his hair. The moment was perfec
The morning sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a golden light over the island paradise. Liam stirred first, his arms tightening instinctively around Lily's sleeping form. For a moment, he simply held her, his heart swelling with an emotion so fierce, it was almost painful.This woman his wife was the best decision he had ever made.Gently, he brushed his lips over her forehead. Lily shifted slightly, a sleepy smile curling her lips as she snuggled closer into his chest."Good morning, Mrs. Carlyle," he whispered.Her voice, soft and husky from sleep, answered, "Good morning, Mr. Carlyle."Neither moved for a while. They stayed wrapped in each other, letting the peace of the island seep into their bones. It was a rare kind of morning no meetings, no stress, no interruptions. Just them.Eventually, Lily sat up, stretching with a contented sigh. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him. "What's the plan for today?"Liam smirked. "It's a surprise."Lily raised an eyebrow, her curio
The private jet touched down smoothly on the runway, bringing Liam and Lily back home after their unforgettable island honeymoon. As the engines powered down, Liam turned to her, a smile tugging at his lips.“Ready to start our next adventure?” he asked softly, his hand finding hers.Lily squeezed his hand in return, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Their honeymoon had been a dream, but now reality awaited them life, responsibility, and the tiny miracle growing inside her.“I’m ready," she whispered.The door to the jet opened, and the warm breeze of their home city greeted them. As they descended the steps, Lily was surprised to see a small crowd gathered family, friends, and even a few loyal employees waiting to welcome them back.Streamers hung from makeshift banners reading Welcome Home Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle!Lily blinked back unexpected tears.Liam leaned down, murmuring, “Get used to it, Mrs. Carlyle. You’re loved.”The black town car whisked them bac
lThe days following their announcement felt like living in a dream.Lily often found herself pausing in the middle of her activities, hands protectively cradling her stomach, marveling at the new life growing inside her. She and Liam spent lazy mornings planning the nursery, arguing over baby names, and talking about the kind of parents they wanted to be.It was blissful, almost too perfect.And somewhere deep inside, Lily knew life had a way of testing happiness just when it seemed most secure.It was a Tuesday afternoon when the past came knocking.Lily was in the living room, flipping through baby catalogs, when the butler entered quietly.“Madam, there’s a visitor,” Mr. Hawthorne said with a frown. “A woman. She says her name is... Emily.”Lily’s heart froze.Emily Harper.Her estranged sister.For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Memories rushed back Emily’s betrayal, her selfishness, her disappearance when Lily had needed her the most. The pain of taking her place as Liam’s bride t
The air had changed around the Carlyle estate.What had once felt like a sanctuary now felt like a fortress preparing for siege. Every knock on the door, every unknown number on Lily's phone sent a shiver down her spine. She hated living like this—hated feeling like prey.And deep down, she knew the storm hadn't even started yet.It was late afternoon when Emily made her next move.Lily had just finished her prenatal appointment and was resting on the terrace when her phone buzzed.Emily: Can we meet? It’s important.Lily stared at the message, suspicion curling in her gut. Since arranging Emily’s apartment, she had kept her distance, wary of reopening old wounds. But something about the message felt urgent and desperate.After a long moment of hesitation, Lily agreed to meet at a small café near the city’s edge. She didn’t tell Liam. Not because she wanted to keep secrets, but because she didn’t want him worrying even more.Maybe she just needed to put the past to rest once and for a
Rain lashed against the windows of the Carlyle estate as the family gathered once again in the grand study. Tension clung to the air like a second skin. The fire crackled in the hearth, but no one felt its warmth.Elias stood near the shelves, staring blankly at the swirling storm outside. Inside him, a different storm raged of betrayal, identity, and the weight of every decision he was about to make.“So what now?” he asked without turning. “Do we expose her?”Liam folded his arms, his posture rigid. “Not yet. If Zoe’s planning to go public with your name as the heir, then we let her. We let her think she’s won.”“But won’t that mean you lose everything?” Elias turned, eyes searching Liam’s. “The company, the shares your position as CEO?”Liam gave a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I built this empire with my blood, not my last name. And I don’t intend to lose it. Zoe underestimates how deep this family goes.”Damien nodded in agreement. “If she wants to play dirty, we give h
The wind howled through the corridors of the Carlyle estate like a restless spirit, echoing the storm brewing within its walls. The chandelier in the main hall swayed gently as Liam paced across the study, his phone clutched tightly in his hand.“Is she safe?” he asked Damien, who stood just a few steps away.“We’re not sure yet,” Damien replied. “Declan and two men from my security team are en route to the facility now. We need to move fast before Zoe catches wind.”Liam’s jaw clenched. He didn’t like feeling powerless—especially not when it came to Emily, a woman whose betrayal had once fractured him, but whose safety still stirred something in the locked chambers of his heart.“She was trying to protect something,” Liam muttered, almost to himself. “Maybe even me.”Damien gave a subtle nod. “And she may have just become our strongest piece in this game.”Meanwhile, in the secured facility Zoe had chosen for secrecy, Emily struggled against the ropes digging into her wrists. Her bod
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