บททั้งหมดของ His Tears, My Freedom : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lior’s POVI watch her from where I stand, the paper still in her hand, her eyes wide and confused. But she doesn’t know what I know. She doesn’t know that I made sure this would happen.Now you can’t avoid me any longer, Lila.You chose the blue slip—your favorite color since we were kids. You used to say it reminded you of the sea you’d never seen, always dreaming about it. You’d say, “Someday I’ll see the ocean. I just know I will.” And now… maybe you don’t even remember that, but I do. That’s why I asked Daryl to include only one blue paper in the jar. I knew you’d pick it. I knew it would lead you back to me. Even if you don’t remember, maybe someday you will. And when that day comes, I hope you realize—everything I’ve done, I’ve done just to see you get closer to your dreams.Daryl claps, breaking my thoughts. “You have young master as your partner!” he announces, then leans in toward Lila and says under his breath, “Be on alert. Young master doesn’t like losing.”Lila blinks, ey

Hello, Dearest Readers,I'd like to let you know that updates on this story will be paused for now and will resume on Wednesday, 24th of September. During this short break, I'll be working on revising the ongoing chapters to improve clarity, strengthen the flow, and fill in a few missing aspects that are important to the overall story.I truly hope you understand that this step is just as crucial for me as it is for you. Your continued support, patience, and love for the story mean so much, and I want to ensure you enjoy the very best version of this book.Thank you once again for reading, supporting, and staying with me on this journey. I look forward to returning with updates that bring everything together in the most enjoyable way for you.With love, Ria M

Lila’s POVI step in from the balcony, shaking my head at Maren. “My goodness! Aren’t you tired of taking pictures already? Since we came back to the room, it’s been one angle after another. And now you even dragged me outside for the evening view.”Maren just laughs, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Of course I can’t be tired! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I want memories of everything.” Her voice is bubbling, like she’s trying to capture every joy of the moment before it slips away.I scoff lightly. “Not like you can’t always just go to a resort.”Her smile deepens, but her tone turns serious. “Come on, Lila. This resort isn’t just any place. This is one of Ashbourne Group’s properties. Do you know what that means? No casual staff like us ever gets to sleep in these rooms or eat at these restaurants. Opportunities like this don’t come twice. And tonight, being able to also join the international event here? That’s beyond anything we could’ve imagined.”The name lands in m

Lila’s POVMy pulse hammers in my throat. I grip the phone tighter, knuckles aching, but the crowd goes on laughing, eating, toasting as if the world hasn’t just tilted beneath my feet.“Lila?”Maren’s voice cuts in, soft but sharp enough to drag me back. Her brows knit as she leans closer, lowering her voice. “You’ve been looking around like someone’s chasing you. Are you expecting someone?”Her question hits too close. I paste a small smile to my lips, fragile and hollow, and force myself to nod. Maybe that will be enough. Maybe she’ll let it go.But she doesn’t. Her eyes narrow, reading me too easily. “No, Lila. You don’t look okay. If you want, we can leave and go back to the room together.”Her words hang in the air, louder than they should be. Loud enough to draw attention.I don’t even realize until it’s too late—Lior shifts, his gaze snapping to us. His voice, low but weighted, cuts across the table. “Is something the matter?”The air thickens. Forks pause midway, glasses hove

Lila’s POVThe hallway outside is quiet. Too quiet.My heels echo softly as I walk, fast and aimless, each step pushing me further from the laughter, the applause. A few waiters cross my path, trays of wine balanced carefully in their hands. One adjusts a vase of roses by the entry wall. They nod politely, but I don’t stop. I can’t.Cool air brushes against my skin as I push open the door leading out to the side garden. The breeze is light, scented with lavender and something expensive. I close my eyes for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath.You’re okay, Lila. You’re okay.But I’m not.That speech—her voice—her calling Liam the love of her life while rubbing her belly… it was all for show. Yet it worked. It got under my skin. And that smile, the way her eyes found mine across the room—I know she enjoyed watching me flinch.I follow the path lined with warm garden lights, my hand brushing against a hedge just to feel something real. The night is too still. Then, a voice slices throug