บททั้งหมดของ His Tears, My Freedom : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Lila’s POVThe ride is smooth. I barely notice the trees slipping past the window. I’m too busy imagining his face when I hand over the lunchbox. That small surprise in his eyes. Maybe a quiet thank you. Maybe more. I clutch the handle of the bag tighter, letting my head lean slightly against the glass.Then the driver pulls into Ashbourne Corporation.The building stretches upward in sleek confidence, sunlight bouncing off glass and steel. I open the door slowly, smoothing down my beige dress and stepping out with purpose. The breeze kisses my skin, a soft welcome. I take one step forward—“Isn’t she the one?”The voice stops me in my tracks. Behind me.“The girl who’s been lurking around our young master.”Another joins in, sharp with contempt. “Trying to climb her way up by seducing him.”My grip tightens around the lunch bag, my fingers curling slowly until my knuckles ache. I inhale, steady and low, keeping my eyes ahead.Ignore it.But then a voice cuts in, louder this time. “Hey

Lila’s POVI blink awake to the pale morning light spilling across my bed. The room feels heavy with silence. My head throbs, as if I’ve been drifting in a fog. Last night lingers at the edge of my mind—shapes, sounds, and Lior.I remember the men. The chaos. The screaming. How quickly everything escalated when they tried to drag me away. One moment, it felt like the world had paused; the next, it spun entirely out of control. They’d retreated almost immediately, leaving only echoes in their wake, like they hadn’t just stormed into my life and shattered the night with fear. Reaching up, I pull my hair back, and a flash slices through me—a memory of Lior’s hand in mine, his voice low, trembling with words I can’t quite catch.I had waited for him to come home last night. And then sleep claimed me, sudden and unbidden, leaving the fragments of that memory tangled with dreams.Now, awake, I hear it again in my mind, the echo of him whispering, trembling, speaking in riddles I can’t yet

Lila’s POVBack in my room, I sit on the edge of my bed, hands clenched on my lap. My mind is spinning. Nothing makes sense. I can’t stop hearing her voice—“Unless you want me to do it myself.”And then Aurelia’s words follow, soft but venomous, curling through my thoughts like smoke.“Some things aren’t meant to stay—especially when others have already decided where they belong.”I press a hand against my chest, trying to quiet the ache. The echoes of their voices blur together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.Somewhere below, I can still hear the faintest memory of the maids whispering after they left.“Young master is really returning.”“She doesn’t even know yet.”I had brushed it off then—told myself it wasn’t true. But now, alone in the silence, I can’t stop wondering if it is.Footsteps approach.My heartbeat quickens, matching the soft, steady thuds. Then—silence. He’s just outside. I feel him. His hand rests on the doorknob for a moment. And then… he do

Liam’s POVThe message had been brief—no explanation, no details, just an address and a name. Lila.By the time I pull up in front of the mansion, my chest feels tight with something I can’t name. The place looms against the gray sky, quiet and still, too still for comfort. I step out of the car and walk toward the main door, each stride heavy with confusion and tension.Inside, the air feels colder than I expect. My footsteps echo through the long hallway as I make my way toward the large living room at the end. And that’s when I see him.Lior.Standing in the center of the room, motionless, sleeves rolled up, suit jacket discarded. My stomach drops. This is Lior’s house. And Lila… Lila is here.By his side, several travel bags sit neatly, lined like soldiers awaiting orders.My eyes drag down to the luggage, then back to his face. A sharp scoff leaves me before I can stop it. “Is this all you’ve got? To run away like the coward that you are?”He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink. Just s

Lior’s POVI push open the mansion’s double doors, the force rattling through the gold-plated hinges. The darkness in the hallway swallows me, but I keep staggering forward. My steps echo off the marble like a mockery, loud and hollow. Each stride feels heavier than the last, like the floor is trying to pull me under. I reach the living room—if you could even call it that. It’s a cathedral of a space. Cold. Empty. A monument to a family that feels more like a curse.The ceiling arches above like a sky I can’t reach, and the walls… too pristine, too silent. I almost wish they’d close in on me. Swallow me whole. End all this. But they don’t. They just watch. Mock. Let me walk right through like I’m nothing.I stumble, my legs buckling slightly. Two maids rush over, arms outstretched, trying to steady me.“Don’t,” I snap, swiping them away in one swift, violent motion. My voice booms off the walls. “Not one of you should touch me! If you dare, I’ll make sure you lose your job —and no one