Larry’s POV“Larry, what’s going on?”I didn’t look up right away. I heard the familiar clack of Monica’s heels hitting the floor, too loud, too entitled, too damn dramatic. Her perfume arrived before she did...loud, floral, suffocating. I let out a low sigh and leaned back in my seat, closing my laptop slowly before lifting my eyes to her.I shouldn’t have come to school today.I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone, let alone her.“What do you want, Monica? Don’t you have classes to take?” I asked, voice clipped. My headache from having too many classes was still lingering, and her voice was so fucking loud.“I’m your woman, Larry. You should treat me well. You ain’t even picking my calls anymore,” she snapped, arms folded, lips painted too red, attitude sharp as ever.I groaned and leaned forward again, rubbing the back of my neck. “I thought we ended things.”“We didn’t,” she hissed. “You just ghosted me like some coward. I’ve been with you since the start. And now that everyone
Larry's POV. "Where's Lily?" I asked her personal servant but she looks scared, "She wasn't in school today and her room is locked, where the fuck is she?"“Did you not hear me?” I repeated, my voice lower now, more dangerous. Agnes wouldn’t meet my eyes. She wrung her hands in that pathetic apron, trembling like I’d already slapped her.“She… didn’t go to school today, sir cause..,” she whispered, voice shaky. “She said she wasn’t feeling well.”“Unwell?” I took a step forward, towering over her. “Her room’s locked. No one's seen her all day. Try again.”She swallowed. Her lips parted, but nothing came out.That told me everything.She knew.But she was afraid to say it.And that fear?It wasn’t of me.It was of Draco.I turned away before I said something that would get her fired… or worse. My fists clenched at my sides as I headed down the hall. I passed two guards stationed near the East Wing door. They shifted uneasily, pretending not to look at me, but I saw it, the hesitation.
Lily’s POV“Are you okay, ma’am? Do you need anything more?” Agnes asked gently, her voice laced with pity as she set the breakfast tray down on the side table. Her eyes flicked to the bruises she was trying not to stare at my wrists, my neck, the base of my throat. All the places that told the story I was too exhausted to repeat.I gave her my best fake smile, the kind I’d mastered since entering this house. The kind that said I’m fine, even when my body screamed otherwise.“Since Draco’s gone for his urgent meeting,” I said softly, adjusting the blanket over my legs, “can you help me back to my room? My body aches... and please check the first aid box for pain relief. Anything that can help me move without feeling like I’m made of glass.”Agnes nodded quickly, her hands already wringing nervously. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll bring the balm and something to help with the swelling. And I’ll call for hot water.”“Thank you,” I whispered.She helped me sit up, and I bit down a wince as eve
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