Lily's POV. My eyes followed his movement till he stopped right in front of the class. "Good morning everyone, I'm Larry Raven, I'll be filling in for professor Lark while he's away for some time." Larry's voice boomed and the students gasped and I could hear giggles and whispers.My life's over... Literally.He moved towards the board to scribble some shit I wasn't even interested in. He didn't even spare me a glance and his introduction was lame. "OMG! He's so hot!" Sasha who was beside me whispered and I had the urge to slit her throat. I was shivering internally, since when did Larry become a professor?! "Alright, class," Larry began, his voice taking on a commanding tone, "today we'll be covering the basics of business ethics. Open your textbooks to page 12."The students rustled with activity, opening their books, but I couldn't focus. My mind was racing, trying to process this unexpected turn of events. Larry glanced around the room, making eye contact with everyone but me
Lily's POV. Boring hell house!I screamed in my head when I stepped out of the car. I hate weekends, they're the worst moments of my life and it was the weekend again!The lecture we were supposed to have on Saturday had been canceled and everything was terrible for me, I wish it was Monday already. "Welcome ma'am." Agnes greeted me excitedly and I just nodded and headed inside.The house was dead silent and I kinda love it but I love staying in school more, especially now that Larry was on an assignment. I don't know when he will be back and I hate that part of me that misses him.I almost had sex with him last two weeks but things got ruined when his mother called him. He left promising to be back but I haven't seen him since then and the students never stopped talking about him. When I finally reached the room, I slumped on my bed, my whole body screaming for a bath but I was just too lazy to stand up. I'm dead hungry and I need a good bath. After what seemed like forever, I fi
Lily's POV. "Who was fucking you in your dream that wasn't me, little kitty?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.I stared at him, my heart still pounding. "It was... It was just a dream," I stammered, my voice trembling as the dream began to flash in my mind and it annoys me that my body was reacting to it."A dream, huh?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face. "You were moaning someone else's name in your sleep, Lily. Care to explain that?"I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts. "It was Draco, he's my fiance, so such dreams are absolutely normal," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Larry's eyes flashed with fury. "Draco? You were dreaming about him? ""It was just a nightmare," I tried to explain. "It wasn't even real. What's your problem, even if it's real, it shouldn't bother you." I snapped at him, getting angry at his claim. He suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer. "You're mine, Lily. Not his. Not anyone else's. Mine. You're mine until
Lily's POV. (A week later)"Do you want to take anything, ma'am?" The servant asked and I raised my head from the book I was reading to look at her. "Thank you so much, just get me some chips, that would do for now." I said and she bowed before leaving.I was about to go back to reading my book when my phone buzzed, taking the phone, I tapped it open and my eyes widened, fear crept into every part of me as I re read the text message from Draco. ‘Hi little one, I'm coming home today, prepare something nice for your fiance. Also, I'm bringing a guest, a female to be precise, so make something really nice, alright?’ I read it again and each sentence sent a jolt through me. What should I reply?No. The question is, should I reply?What the fuck was I even supposed to prepare for him and his supposed guest? I lost my composure immediately, I stood up and read the message again, I had to drop the phone in fear because I don't know what to reply and rereading it again was causing me a h
Lily's POV. "How dare you hold her hand like that and who the hell are you to Lily?" Draco asked in anger and I swallowed hot saliva, this wasn't good.I don't fucking mind taking the slap, why did Larry have to come and stop it?!"Let me go!" Isabella shrieked but Larry's hold was firm and no matter how hard she struggled, she just couldn't break free. Larry! Let go of her hand!" Draco barked, his voice sharp as he moved towards his brother, his eyes burning with rage.I saw the deadly intent in Draco's eyes, and fear gripped me. This was spiraling out of control. "Please, Larry, let her go. Please," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping to diffuse the situation.Larry shot me a cold, calculating look, the intensity in his eyes making me shiver. After a moment, he released Isabella with a forceful push. Draco was quick to catch her, his arms wrapping protectively around her.Seeing Draco care for another woman so openly felt like a knife twisting in my chest. He had to
Lily's POV. I pressed the pillow harder against my ears, desperate to block out the moans and gasps echoing from Draco's room. This had become my reality ever since Isabella arrived, and to make matters worse, our rooms were so close that I could hear every intimate sound. It was unbearable. I clenched my fists, my body rigid with frustration and anger. Weekends had turned into a special kind of hell for me. No school to distract me, no escape from the torment, and the constant reminder that I was nothing more than a pawn in their twisted games. I sat up abruptly, tossing the pillow aside. The sound was relentless, drilling into my mind and making my skin crawl. My cheeks burned with humiliation. I hated this...hated the way Draco flaunted his infidelity without a care, hated how powerless I felt, and hated how this situation had become my life. I can't stay here any longer. I stood up, pacing the room, trying to figure out where I could go. My room, my supposed sanctuary, felt m
Author's POV "Oh God!" Lily tried to muffled the sounds coming from her as Larry thrust in and out of her cunt, her legs were wrapped tightly around him, her back on the wall and hands wrapped tightly around his neck, the slurpy sound her pussy was making shows just how wet she was, how needy and how good the sex was. "Please faster Larry, please." She begged him drawing him closer and kissing him roughly, he smirked, got hold of her butt and began to thrust in faster and faster. Just when she was about to scream, he silenced the sound coming with a kiss and she just began to whimper, tears coming from her eyes. He chuckled and his tongue trailed her face, sucking in her cheeks, "it's so good huh, so good that you're shedding tears, huh kitten?" As Larry thrust into her with deep, powerful strokes, Lily couldn't help but let out a series of muffled moans. The garden provided little privacy and the constant threat of someone seeing them but this very thought sent a thrill through
Lily's POV. "Miss. Lily." I heard a faint noise from the background but I used a pillow to cover my ears, I was too sleepy and my whole body was screaming in protest whenever I thought of standing up. "You need to wake up ma'am, it's noon already and you haven't eaten all day!" "Miss Lily," Agnes' voice came again, a little louder this time, accompanied by a soft knock on the door. I groaned, clutching the pillow tighter over my head. My entire body ached, and every movement sent sharp reminders of the insane night I’d had with Larry. My thighs burned, and the unmistakable soreness between my legs was a constant reminder of the reckless decisions I had made. "Ma'am, please, it's important!" Agnes persisted, her voice tinged with concern. "Go away," I mumbled weakly, not even bothering to lift my head. I was too exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to deal with anyone. But Agnes was nothing if not persistent. The door creaked open, and I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.
Larry’s POVLily…That was the only name in my head as I blinked into consciousness, face pressed to cold, damp concrete. I groaned, slowly rolling onto my back, my muscles screaming in protest as pain cracked through my skull.What the hell happened?Right. The party.The chaos. The screaming. Father’s rage. Mother’s voice. Lily’s face.And then, darkness.I cussed under my breath, sitting up slowly as memories crashed over me. The guards. The fists. The humiliation.And Lily.Her eyes. Her voice. The way she stepped toward me like she actually gave a damn.Why the fuck was her name still in my head?It should’ve been Jessica.It’s always been Jessica.Even after all these years. After she died in that fire. After the betrayal. The silence. The lies. No woman ever got past that wall. No woman even dared.Until now.And that was the problem.Because Lily wasn’t supposed to matter.She was Draco’s.Fiancée. Property. A pawn in our father’s empire.Not mine.And yet...I remembered the
Lily's POVThe morning light poured in through the sheer curtains, soft but unforgiving. My eyes cracked open slowly, the sting of exhaustion dragging across every muscle. My throat felt dry, my lips swollen, and my entire body… ached.Everywhere.My wrists burned from where the belt had been tied too tight. My inner thighs were sore. Hickeys peppered my neck, my collarbone, even places I didn’t want to check. My body wore last night like a map of war...raw, bruised, and aching.I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to remember how I even made it back alive because the last thing I remembered was collapsing onto his mattress, too drained to cry.Slowly, I turned my head.And there he was.Draco.Asleep beside me.Shirtless. Arms wrapped around my waist. One of his legs thrown lazily over mine like he’d anchored me to him in his sleep.I froze.Shit.He was holding me like I was something precious. Like I was his peace. Like he hadn’t ruined me just a few hours ago.His face, in sleep, l
Lily’s POVI barely had time to breathe before his hands were on me.The belt hit the bed with a soft thud, but it might as well have been a whip. He crawled onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, eyes locked on mine like a predator about to devour.And I was already his prey."Hands above your head," he ordered.I hesitated, only for a second and that second cost me. He grabbed my wrists, yanked them above my head, and before I could fight, he looped the belt around them and tied it to the iron headboard. My back arched instinctively, my towel now fully gone, and the chill in the air kissed my bare skin."You don’t get to disobey me anymore."His voice was low, dangerous, thick with restraint and drunkenness. "Tonight, you’ll learn the difference between being my fiancée... and being my possession."He reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a silk scarf and a thin riding crop.I went cold."Draco..."“Silence.”The scarf came next, wrapping tight over my
Lily’s POV“Discipline your fiancée, Draco. Don’t make me regret ever making you my heir. She’s your property, and the earlier you keep her under control, the better for the family. Her behavior at the party was not okay.”Mr. Raven’s voice was sharp, heavy, and final. Each word slammed into me and though he wasn’t yelling, the quiet rage behind his tone was worse. So much worse.I stood hidden behind the curtain upstairs, heart thudding in my chest, staring out the narrow crack of the window. The garden below was nearly empty now. The party, or what was left of it, had ended in awkward silence. The once-lively garden was scattered with shattered glasses, ruined flowers, and the ghost of everything that had gone wrong tonight.Draco stood by the family convoy, nodding stiffly as his father gave him the last of the night’s public humiliation. He didn’t say anything back. Not in front of the elders. Not yet.But I knew better.That stillness was a mask.He was simmering.And I… I was th
Lily's POV"You look stunning, ma'am," Agnes said, her soft voice tinged with admiration as she stepped back to examine the final touches of my look.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, lips parted slightly.The black gown clung to me like it had been poured onto my skin, satin, backless, sleeveless, and slit dangerously high up my thigh. Bold. Dramatic. A statement piece made for a mafia bride-to-be. My hair was styled in loose, glossy waves that framed my face. My lips painted blood-red, eyes dark with shadow. I didn’t look like me.I looked like someone else's fantasy."It's what your fiancé requested," Agnes added, as if sensing my discomfort. “He wanted it personally approved by the designer.”Of course he did.Draco always wanted to show me off like a trophy.“Master Draco is really lucky to have you, miss,” she beamed, helping me with the diamond necklace, probably worth more than my soul at this point.I gave her a faint smile, not trusting my voice.Because while she was
Lily’s POV“Damn, this place is hot. And you… you look beautiful.”Draco’s voice was smooth like whiskey, burning down my spine as he pulled me against him. I didn’t dare resist. Something in his tone made it clear...resisting would only make things worse.His arm draped lazily around my shoulders, but the grip was possessive. Like I was already his.“How about a thank you for the shopping?” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You should learn how to appreciate your fiancé.”My stomach twisted.He said it so casually. So confidently and he reminded me of Larry. I looked up at him, and the resemblance was devastating. That same wicked smirk. That same sharp jawline. The same eyes that could burn through every wall I built.He was Larry’s mirror.“How… how do I thank you?” I murmured, heart pounding. “I don’t have money or...”“Shhhh.”He cut me off with a finger on my lips.“I don’t need money,” he whispered, his voice lowering into something far more sinful. “I need yo
Lily’s POV"Shop... shopping?" I repeated, blinking at Draco like he’d just announced we were going on a romantic cruise to hell.He nodded with a grin that could melt ice or more accurately, scorch skin. “Yep. It’s my birthday party tomorrow, and you need to look good for me.”He actually cackled. A full, villain-in-a-B-grade-movie cackle. My jaw practically dislocated from how hard I clenched it.Great.Just great.Tomorrow was his birthday.Which also meant... It was Larry’s birthday too.Oh, the universe really was a comedian.And now I was supposed to play the perfect fiancée at Draco’s big mafia bash while pretending I wasn’t limping from last night’s mistake with his twin brother?This was peak madness.“Wait,” I muttered, still catching up. “So that’s why you came to school and picked me up like some celebrity boyfriend?”Draco smirked like I’d just complimented him. “Of course. My girl deserves special treatment once in a while.”I laughed under my breath. Not with him. At hi
Lily's POV"Gone?" I asked in awe, blinking like I hadn’t just heard Sasha say something completely impossible.She nodded enthusiastically, her curly ponytail bouncing like it had a mind of its own. “Gone. Like... poof. Vanished. Expelled. Escorted out by two scary men in black suits and a car with no license plate.”My jaw dropped. “Daniel?”“Your fiancé’s work probably,” she added with a sly smile, lowering her voice like we were in some undercover spy film. “Maybe someone told him Daniel was giving you trouble, and bam, he had him removed. From the school. And possibly the state.”Her excitement was palpable. She was basically vibrating.But me?I wasn’t so sure.Draco wouldn’t do something like that.Scratch that Draco wouldn’t do anything for me unless it protected his image, his pride, or that damn inheritance my name carried like a leash around my neck.I crossed my arms and leaned back against the lockers, offering Sasha a tight smile. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe Draco grew a
Lily’s POV“Fuck…” I mumbled, trying hard to move.Every muscle in my body ached like I’d gone twelve rounds with a wild animal and lost. My limbs felt like jelly, my back was sore, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t walking straight for the next decade.I blinked at the morning light filtering through the curtains, groaning as I turned to check the time.Too early.And yet… already late.School. Lessons. Life.I had to get up.Had to.I forced myself to sit upright, wincing as the bedsheets brushed against my skin. My robe was somewhere on the floor, my dignity along with it, and the chaos of last night still clung to the air like humidity. The worst part?I didn’t hate it.I hated that I didn’t hate it.Before I could wrestle with that thought any longer, the door creaked open.My head snapped up.Larry stepped in.Fully dressed this time. Black tee, grey joggers, barefoot...but balanced. Collected. Dangerous in that infuriatingly calm way he had when he was in control of everything.Bu