Todos os capítulos de Mr. William's Rules: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I stared at William, stunned by his words."This is our room from today."The sentence echoed in my head like a warning bell.I folded my arms, trying to steady my voice. “But I want a separate room. I can’t share a space with you.”William didn’t look up from his magazine. He flipped a page, calm and unbothered, as if I hadn’t spoken at all.I cleared my throat loudly. “William, did you hear me?”Finally, he looked up. His eyes were cold and unreadable. “Do you have another option?”That question knocked the breath out of me. I hated that he was right. I didn’t have another option—not right now. My pride wanted to protest, but my situation didn’t allow it.Trying to compose myself, I said, “Don’t you think your fiancée would mind? If she knew I was sharing a room with you, wouldn’t she question it?”William raised an eyebrow, a small, cynical smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I think you didn’t read the contract thoroughly. It clearly stated that my personal life is none of

Darkness. That was all I could remember. A void of black that stretched endlessly, swallowing my senses. I had passed out long before the ambulance had reached the hospital. My body had felt like it was floating, detached from pain or awareness, yet somewhere deep within, I knew something was terribly wrong.The first thing I registered was the sterile scent of disinfectant, then the soft beeping of monitors. My eyelids were heavy, like weights were pulling them down. Slowly, I peeled them open, greeted by the harsh glare of white lights.William was sitting beside me.His face was pale, and though he looked calm, I could see the tension in his jaw, the lines of worry etched on his face. His fingers were curled around the edge of the hospital bed, and his gaze never left mine."You're awake," he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.I blinked. My throat felt dry. I swallowed hard before trying to speak. "What... happened?"He hesitated for a moment, as if measuring his words.

The next morning brought with it a soft drizzle, the kind that blurred the outlines of the world and made everything seem dreamlike. Lily sat by the window of her room, staring at the gray sky, the soft patter of raindrops playing a lullaby on the glass. Her hands rested in her lap, her thoughts as scattered as the droplets outside.She hadn't spoken much since Justin's visit. There was something about the way he said, "I'll tell you when the time's right," that kept echoing in her mind. She hadn't asked William about it either. After all, their conversations lately were clipped and impersonal. He’d been acting distant—not cruel, just emotionally unavailable, like a fortress with no door.Nany entered quietly, carrying a tray with breakfast and herbal tea. "You need to eat something," she said, her voice warm but firm. She placed the tray on the table and opened the curtains slightly. "The rain looks beautiful today, doesn’t it?"Lily offered a weak smile. "Yes. It feels like the worl

The morning after Justin's visit arrived with a muted sky and the scent of rain in the air. Gray clouds loomed above the mansion, as if nature itself was bracing for something to unravel. Inside the grand estate, the silence was heavier than usual, thick with unspoken truths.Lily stood in the hallway outside her room, holding the pendant—S & J—that had taken on an entirely new meaning. Her mind swirled with Justin’s words. I loved her. But the man who loved Selena... failed her.It was too much to absorb in one night. She hadn’t been able to sleep. Her thoughts drifted constantly from Selena’s laughter to the image of her lifeless face in the memory Justin had painted.The hallway stretched long and empty ahead of her, the stillness almost mocking her confusion. Her footsteps echoed as she made her way toward the conservatory. She needed air—something fresh to clear her mind.But instead, she found William.He was leaning against one of the tall French doors, arms folded, his eyes fi

The pale morning light filtered through the blinds of Lily's apartment, casting soft golden lines across the wooden floor. She stirred from her light sleep, eyes fluttering open as the weight of her dreams dissolved into waking reality. The events of the past week lay heavy on her chest—the miscarriage, the return to William's company, the mystery surrounding Selena, and the strange reemergence of her past. It was overwhelming, yet somehow, it fueled her.Her fingers brushed over the edge of Selena's diary, still lying open on the desk. The last entry she'd read the night before echoed in her mind:"J is not like the others."Lily frowned. Selena's entries had been innocent, warm, brimming with a naive affection. They didn’t match the fate she'd met. And although Lily tried not to obsess, something about those entries gripped her in a way she couldn't ignore.She got up, showered, dressed in a soft cream blouse and slate-gray slacks, and tied her hair back. Her reflection stared at he