Alexandra Lillian Novels & Stories

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

Leaving me alone. Seeing his back disappear in the dark. I sighed, stretching my aching arms and stiff shoulders. It's been such a long day but I don't let my emotions show up on my face, relieving my vulnerability to the world. I once made the mistake of doing that with Jayce and I'm still regretting it now. Anyways, time to check on Marlene. I made my way inside Brandon's house and then inside Marline's room only to find her curled up in her bed with a dinosaur Jane gifted her on one of her birthdays.

Lol. Well, Gabriella decided to be different, which, of course, came at the right time. "In her words, she called Tyler a chronic liar who needs to be uprooted. She nagged that Mr. Tyler Harrington abused Matriarch Alessandra, formerly known as Mrs. Alda Morgan Harrington, in every way but not violently. It was said that Matriarch Alessandra was a slave in her own home. She had to do every chore in the house for the mother-in-law and the sisters-in-law, down to washing their pants. She scrubbed all the floors and made sure they were sparkling clean.

Well, they went in and I followed, trying to put some distance between us. I nearly went blind when we entered the mansion. In fact, I was lucky to still have my eyesight. The lighting of the hall was so bright, too bright for someone coming from a dark parking lot. No doubt, Mrs. Austin was behind this. Apart from the insanely bright lights, most of the females wore very shiny clothes and jewelry, making the ordeal worse.

Alexander held me, his palm rhythmically patting my back like he was soothing a child. As the sun began to dip, the room fell into a deep, peaceful silence. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He instantly hit mute, seeing Jasper's name on the screen. Carefully, he slid his arm out from under me, got out of bed, and didn't answer until he was outside the bedroom. "Speak." "Mr. Knight, I've looked into her." "Lila Bennett. Junior at New York University, English major. Both parents deceased. She lives on scholarships and part-time jobs."

After returning to her house, having a little chat with her sister-in-law, and seeing all her wedding supplies, their attitudes were contradictory, why did they change their mind? Charisa woke up from her bed, the girl sat on the soft mattress. Yuta had also sat beside Anna, the man had not taken off his socks. Charisa snorted a little, then she remembered, she was also lazy to take off her socks, right? "His name is Skandar Alexander Hemingway." Charisa started her story. "I ever heard of his name probably, however where was it?" Yuta said while he was remembering. Anna rolled her eyes, she told to Charisa for continuing her story.

~Four years and Ten months before current date~ *September twelve, Lucien’s birthday four years ago.* Alexandra sat in the familiar halls of Albrecht Empire’s medical center. Her hands were laced together as they gently laid on the gown she had adorned for Lucien’s twenty sixth birthday. It was a beautiful light blue gown with floral patterns and stopped just below her knees. While Alexandra had thrown on the dress earlier in the day, she hoped with her entire heart that Lucien would like it and he’d at least give her a compliment, even if it wasn’t one that came from the bottom of his heart.

The perfectly manicured gardens stretched out below roses in full bloom, hedges trimmed with military precision, fountains sparkling like diamonds. Everything in my world was controlled. Except Alexandra. She had appeared out of nowhere. No past. No history. No weaknesses. Until now. A lesbian. The thought made me smile again. “Juliana will love this news,” I muttered. “She can stop acting like a jealous child. Alexandra isn’t after my son. She never was.” Harris cleared his throat. “There’s something else, Mrs. Cadwell. While she was at Bellamy Brands four years ago, she was the lead marketer for a serum that directly competed with one of Cadwell Industries’ best-selling products.

That alone made me respect and admire her even more. When I told Abigail about Lillian’s decision the night before, she had screamed so loudly that I almost thought the neighbors would come knocking on the door to check what had happened. Her excitement had been impossible to hide. Abigail had always admired Lillian, long before I even started working as her children’s nanny. To my sister, Lillian wasn’t just a successful businesswoman; she was a role model, someone Abigail looked up to with pure admiration. Abigail loved fashion design with all her heart. She spent most of her free time drawing dresses, sketching ideas for clothes, and imagining how they would look when they were finally ma