LOGINChapter 95: The Message**Lily’s POV**I locked my bedroom door and threw myself onto the edge of my bed, my whole body trembling. My mind was a carousel of panic, shame, and rage, spinning too fast for me to breathe.The humiliation I’d faced in the last twenty-four hours was enough to kill a weaker woman. Enough to strip me bare in front of the entire world.My heart thudded in my chest, too loud, too fast. I pressed a hand over it, but it didn’t slow.How could this have happened?One mistake, one slip of control, and now everything was crumbling.Ray.Damn him.The only thing he knows how to do is fuck. That’s all. That’s all he’s good for, spreading my legs open and whispering lies about our future, swearing he would protect me, that he’d keep our little secrets till I am ready. And yet, when the moment came to stand tall, when everything depended on his silence, he blabbed. He revealed us. He tore the curtain off the stage and left me naked before the world.How could he be so d
Chapter 94: The Black Family Isn't Good For Piper**Hannah’s POV**The call ended with that scream ripping out of me, and I dropped the phone onto the couch like it had burned me. My chest was rising and falling too quickly. My palms were damp. Lucas Bristo had just called me his “future wife.”What the actual hell.My brain was still scrambling for balance when I caught Piper’s and Gavin’s faces staring at me. Oh no. The room was too quiet, I knew I had interrupted something serious between them.Piper’s cheeks were flushed the same shade they turned when she tried new lipstick shades at Sephora, and Gavin’s posture was rigid, his hands clasped neatly over his knees like he was deliberately holding himself back from saying something. My interruption with a scream had definitely cut into something between them.Great. Another thing for me to feel guilty about.“Uh…” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “Sorry for… screaming in your ears.”Piper shot me the sharpest glare, her blus
Chapter 93: Future wife to be**Lucas’ POV**The night air outside the Bristo mansion felt lighter, freer. For the first time in years, I wasn’t going to walk back into that house as some puppet waiting for orders. I had stood up to my grandfather, to my father, and I had made my voice clear: no more.Beside me, Damon leaned lazily against the car, his arms crossed. He wasn’t celebrating like me. He rarely celebrated.I exhaled long and hard, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Oh yes,” I muttered, staring up at the grand windows glowing with warm light. “Finally, they’ll respect me in this house. Finally.”Damon’s mouth twisted into a smirk. “Yeah, sure. You should’ve let me continue babying you through everything. But I guess you needed that push.”I shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. He was right, though, and that was the worst part. If not for Damon constantly badgering me, constantly reminding me that I wasn’t just some heir to be ordered around, I probably wouldn’t have
Chapter 92: Lonely Gavin**Piper’s POV**The apartment was dim except for the soft glow of the television. Some random K-drama was still playing, the kind where everyone looked way too perfect to be suffering, but the sound was turned down so low it was practically just moving wallpaper.Hannah had finally drifted off on my couch, curled up in a tight little ball like she was trying to fold herself away from the world. Her breathing had evened out, but her face still wore the raw traces of everything she’d cried out earlier, eyes puffy, cheeks blotchy, lips parted like she hadn’t quite escaped her pain even in sleep.I sat in the opposite armchair, hugging a pillow so tightly I thought the stuffing might pop. My gaze kept flicking uninvited toward Gavin. He hadn’t left. Said he’d stay “just to make sure she was okay,” but the way he perched on the single-seater by the window made him look like he was bracing for cross-examination. His posture was flawless, back straight, shoulders squ
Chapter 91: A man**Lucas’ POV**The atmosphere inside the Bristo mansion’s private study was suffocating. Heavy velvet curtains swallowed the daylight, the antique chandelier above flickered faintly, and the thick scent of aged bourbon clung to the air. Damon walked a half-step behind me, his silence solid, almost protective.Across the massive mahogany desk sat my grandfather, his cane resting beside him, sharp eyes gleaming like daggers behind his glasses. My father leaned back in his chair, arms folded, expression carved into stone. My mother sat near the corner of the room, her posture stiff and cold, lips pursed so tightly it looked as if she was physically restraining herself from speaking.I had walked into many business boardrooms, faced hostile shareholders, even outmaneuvered seasoned CEOs…but this? This felt like a goddamn interrogation.“So,” Grandfather Bristo began, his voice deliberate, heavy with accusation. “You went as far as sleeping with her just to prove a point.
Chapter 90: Grateful for Gavin**Hannah’s POV**“Well, this is the end for both Ray and Lily,” Piper said, her voice sharp as a blade. She stood by the window, arms crossed, still reeling from everything I’d just poured out to her and she saw on Instagram. Her words sounded fierce, but her trembling hands betrayed the storm raging inside.Piper was just returning getting my phone that Lucas had sent over via express. I sat on the couch, knees pulled close to my chest, and tried to steady my breathing. Piper’s phone still buzzed nonstop with notifications, the live video spreading like wildfire across every corner of the internet. My humiliation had gone global in less than twenty-four hours.“You saw it yourself,” I said hoarsely, pointing at the phone she’d tossed onto the coffee table after watching the clip. “The whole world saw it. They’ll twist it, make me the villain, like they did with Lily’s posts.”“No.” Piper whirled on me, her eyes flashing. “Not this time. They dug their







