Alexandra Lillian Novels & Stories

Today, I'll give you a reason to cry. Facing Tina's provocative gaze, Lillian gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger, bowed to the interviewers, and introduced herself, saying, "Hello, leaders, I'm Lillian. I'm here today to audition for the role of the leading lady. I majored in dance at a university abroad, and I believe I can handle the role of the leading lady..." Before Lillian could finish speaking, Tina interrupted her, "In that case, let's go straight to the final scene of the leading lady, the one where she ascends to the position of the family head in her old age."

~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

Lillian: *Actually, I'm more curious about how Aiden was teaching you to ride. Me: *That's not the point!* Lillian: *I get it! You didn't know Aiden's childhood name—most people don't—but she deliberately came over and called him that in front of you, his wife!* Lillian: *That's classic mean girl behavior, just more sophisticated. Be careful, honey! She's gunning for your man.* In one afternoon of overthinking, I couldn't figure out what felt wrong about the situation, but Lillian had nailed it in seconds. I told her about the dinner invitation incident too, and she immediately responded with three exclamation points: *!!! This woman is clearly trying to steal your husband!*

The first reaction he had was to call William and tell him the good news. Alexandra was also one of the three prettiest women in Waltz City. Although she was on par with Faye in terms of beauty, her reputation was nowhere as great as the latter’s, hence most ordinary people would not know who Alexandra was. However, within the social circle, Alexandra was very famous. Not only was she pretty, but she also had a solid background since she was the only daughter of the Smiths. In fact, she could even be said to be the woman most men desired to claim for themselves.

Jane looked at Xenia apologetically before leaving the room and leaving Lillian glaring at her. Lillian couldn't fathom why the Goddess would pair Mason with someone like Xenia. She wasn't even that attractive and the opposite of Melania in every way. Short, with dark brown skin, dull eyes, and a little on the plump side. "Hmph, I can't believe he put you in here. Of all places." Lillian looked up at the photo of the woman hanging over the bed. "Melania would have been so disappointed and disgusted, knowing something like you were in her room. Sleeping in her bed. Touching her things."

The door opened and Lily, the maid smiled gently at the invited guest of Amelia. "You must be madam Tara. We've been expecting. The young madam is waiting in the living room" the maid said politely. Tara squinted her eyes, feeling suspicious of the maid. While Tara was talking with Amelia on the phone, she had imagined extreme circumstances that she would find Amelia in. Tara had imagined Amelia getting bullied by the servants. She had also imagined that the servants would have no respect for her whatsoever because she was not from a prominent family. Tara faked a smile and walked into the mansion.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.