Alpha Inmate Liliana Carlisle の小説・ストーリー

I tried to think of what Adrian had in mind for her…an execution, silent and final. The guards approached Lila, but she offered no resistance. She just stole a glance up, one that seemed directed not at Adrian or me, but at Caroline. Both horror and confusion marked Caroline’s expression, while calmness graced Lila’s. She then lowered her gaze again and allowed the guards to take her away. As soon as the doors closed behind her, I turned to the still-silent room. "Now," I began in a soothing voice, "Now the Alpha can concentrate, devoid of the lies and false information."

“Catalina majored in art. I can’t remember the whole name, but Valentina told me that she’s on the board at some art museum in Kansas City. She has done some good things through there. Including scholarships.” I inhaled. “Shit. I didn’t know any of that.” “But you live near her, don’t you?” “Yes, but my dad doesn’t have a positive opinion of…” I hesitated, wondering if the men in the front seat were listening. “The cartel,” Liliana offered. “Yes.” I lowered my voice. “And honestly, of the capo.” Liliana’s eyes opened wide. “He’s the capo,” she said, aghast. “Your opinion isn’t a choice. Just like an opinion of el Patrόn.”

he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. Annalisa met his gaze, her chin held high despite the tremor in her hands. “That money was mine! I won it fair and square!” The men roared with laughter, a sound that scraped against my insides. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Annalisa, framed for a crime she didn’t commit, sentenced to death – that was the future I’d come back to change. “Enough!” I bellowed, my voice echoing in the cramped tavern. All eyes turned towards me.

Elena wouldn't be here this early—she was still fighting the bureaucracy at the ADA’s office. The guards led me back to the beige interrogation room, the fluorescent lights humming like a swarm of angry bees. I expected a detective or perhaps a federal marshal ready to threaten me with more "obstruction" charges. But it wasn't the law waiting for me. It was Lila. She looked utterly hollowed out. She was wearing a plain gray t-shirt and jeans that looked two sizes too big for her, her hair pulled back in a messy knot with strands sticking out at frantic angles. She looked like she hadn't slept since the fire on the mountain, her skin pale and waxy under the harsh lights.

Wendy replied, her tone apologetic. Through gritted teeth, Lillian leaned closer to Wendy. "I don’t need your fucking concern, Wendy. I need you to figure out a way to get me out of here. I don’t care if you have to bring in Michael Scofield; I just want to get out of this fucking place you put me in!" "Hey yo, what’s going on here?" A commanding voice interrupted, prompting Lillian to instinctively pull back her gaze toward the imposing woman approaching them. She recognized this woman as Paula, one of Wendy's fellow inmates.

Lilian was the one who hated me, but Bastien was so blinded he couldn't see that. But I had already resolved what to do. “I will be seeking divorce soon.” I said Dana sighed. After settling Dana comfortably in her room, I left the hospital towards the elder’s residence to follow up on the assault charge against Lilian. My legs felt numb, but I forced myself to keep walking. When I arrived at his home, I found him going through a stack of files. When he saw me, he wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Angel,” he said, his fingers drumming anxiously on the table, “your complaint is valid. But Lilian is now affiliated with Alpha Bastien, and she is under his protection. No one dares challenge him right now.

I stood up to my feet and then placed my finger tips on the top edge of the table as I leaned forward just a bit, just enough to put pressure on the front edge of the table as I spoke. "You mean to tell me about the one woman, the woman who was in my Chambers with my mate all by herself. That is the same woman who Delta Matherial brought back the day before to the slave trade and who you allowed back in my Chambers along with my mate? And now, have you come to tell me that she is the one who was released from her cell? Tell me this is the truth?!" "Yes, my Alpha Caine, that much is accurate," Galien said, still looking down and away from my angered gaze.

"Officer please, give me a few minutes. I won't take much time. I just want to see how she is doing. Please." The officer looked at him coldly and saw tears in his eyes. His heart softened a little. Shaking his head, he said, "5 minutes, not more than that. Go." He then called one constable to take Carl Black to Lisa. He thanked the officer from the bottom of his heart and followed the constable who took him to the last cell of the corridor. Lisa was sitting in a corner of the cell, keeping down her head on her knees. Two ladies were also there, sitting beside her. They wore very short dresses and put on heavy makeup.

They stormed inside. The sight froze them. Lilian was strapped to a metal bed, her skin marked, her face wet with tears, her wrists and ankles bruised from the restraints. Isabella screamed. “LILIAN!” She ran toward the bed, falling to her knees beside her. “Oh my God—untie her! Now!” Two of Alessandro’s men rushed to the bed, cutting the restraints and unlocking the chains. Lilian collapsed into Isabella’s arms the moment her hands were free.

Elias assigned two shadows to follow her everywhere without her knowledge — until she guessed it and confronted him. Elias sighed. “I can’t take chances anymore,” he said. “You matter to me. Whether you like it or not.” She didn’t reply. She didn’t have to. Selena’s fate was sealed soon after. Old Man Liam made a single call — and in prison, her downfall came swiftly. There were no messy scenes, no chaos. Just silence and the announcement that she “collapsed during a transfer.” Lucinda, shattered by guilt and trauma, broke down entirely when interrogated. The psychiatrists diagnosed her quickly, and she was admitted into a secure psychiatric facility. For the first time, she looked like a ch