All Chapters of Young Master Lucien’s Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lila’s POVThe private clinic looked more like a five-star resort than an actual hospital. When the armored SUV pulled up the winding, brick-paved driveway, I honestly thought the driver had taken a wrong turn. The grounds were covered in lush, perfectly manicured green lawns, blooming flower beds, and stone fountains that washed away the usual clinical depression of a medical facility.Navigating the hallways didn't involve breathing in that suffocating smell of bleach and old rubbing alcohol. Instead, the air was light, smelling faintly of lavender and fresh linen.Seeing my mom sitting up in a sunny courtyard, wrapped in a soft cardigan and peacefully reading a fashion magazine, made every single piece of this nightmare marriage worth it. It truly did.She looked so much healthier already. Her skin actually had color for once, a soft pink hue returning to her cheeks instead of that terrifying, translucent gray that had haunted her in the city hospital waiting room. The expensive ta

Lila’s POV His sudden burst of intensity completely knocked the wind right out of my sails. I stood there, pinned against the heavy desk, my hands still pressed flat against his chest as the echo of his low growl vibrated through my palms. The fierce, biting anger that had carried me all the way into his office completely vanished, leaving me exposed under his dark, burning gaze. I was left just staring at him, my mouth slightly parted as my heart did these stupid, completely erratic thumps against my ribs. I couldn't move. I couldn't even form a witty comeback. For a split second, looking at the raw frustration in his eyes, I didn't see the ruthless billionaire who had trapped me in a legal contract. I saw a man who was genuinely, desperately trying to shield me from a storm. The confusion was torture, making my brain scramble as I tried to figure out if he was being fiercely protective or just controlling. Before

Lila’s POV The old lady finally left the next morning, and the whole house felt like it could breathe again. The scary assistants packed up all the heavy leather bags, and the big black cars drove away down the long driveway.  The second the front doors clicked shut, the freezing air in the mansion seemed to warm up. Even Arthur looked like he wasn't afraid of losing his job anymore. I finally felt like I could walk around without checking every single corner for a walking cane. I didn't want to stay in my bedroom, so I went downstairs to the kitchen. I didn't feel like sitting at the giant, formal dining table after the nightmare dinner from last night.  Instead, I just sat right on top of the marble kitchen counter, swinging my bare legs back and forth. I had a big ceramic bowl of sugary cereal in my lap, and I was just chilling, enjoying the quiet. I was halfwa

Lila’s POV I was not just going to sit in my bedroom like a scared little girl while some creep takes photos of me through the windows. That wasn't who I was, and it wasn't who my mother raised me to be.  Sitting under the covers and crying wasn't going to make the stalker disappear, so holding this heavy silver golf club in my hands actually made me feel a whole lot better. It gave me a sense of control when my entire life felt like a chaotic mess. Every time my sneakers padded against the rug, I squeezed the rubber grip of the seven-iron a little tighter. I kept my eyes pinned on the large glass doors, watching the dark shift in the east garden. "Just try it," I muttered under my breath, lifting the club slightly as I paced back and forth. "Come back to this house. See what happens." "Lila." A deep, rough baritone voice broke through my angry tho

Lila’s POV The gallery filled up with rich people really fast. Within thirty minutes, the entire room was packed with women in expensive silk dresses and men in crisp suits. I had to spend a full hour walking around the floor, holding a glass of sparkling water I didn't even want to drink. I had to keep a fake smile plastered on my face while pretending to look at modern art pieces that literally just looked like splattered paint. One canvas was literally just a giant blue square, and some guy with a weird mustache spent ten minutes explaining to me why it was deeply emotional. I just nodded along, but my brain was completely somewhere else. I kept my eyes on the main entrance the entire time. My hand was resting against my chest, my fingers tightly gripping my mom's silver raw emerald pendant through the fabric of my dress. My heart was beating super fast, pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs because I was just waiting for the di