Novel & Cerita Jillian On Love

But Jillian didn’t have the chance to learn that Evita had an early labor, gave birth to a daughter, and committed suicide the same day he died. Leah felt regret that she hadn’t made her way to Jillian’s bed after learning he had a mistress. And that desire came back after Jullian Lopez returned to the country. Jillian was the epitome of a prince. But Jullian is the perfect concept of a Knight in Shining Armor! Those muscles and sturdy, broad body, paired with his stoic countenance, weakened her knees, urging her to strip her clothes and jump on Jullian. How many times did she have a wet dream about him?

As she prepared to leave, someone grabbed her, covering her mouth and dragging her to a shadowy spot. She struggled desperately, then saw a familiar figure step out from behind a tree. Jill came over and slapped her across the face. "Do you think I can't see through your little act? You think playing the victim and bringing up your parents will make Elton love you? He's with me now. You still won't give up? Do you think I'm invisible? Since you love playing weak so much, let me help you out." Jill smirked and signaled behind her. Several men with leering grins lunged at Lillian.

“Only that love shows. And I’m just not seeing it.” “You don’t have to see it,” I said. “It’s none of your business.” She turned to Jillian then, her voice softening like a weapon being sheathed. “Don’t you miss how it used to be?” Jillian didn’t answer. But then she stepped in front of him, tilted her face up—and kissed him. It was slow. Intimate. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. My heart slammed against my ribcage like it was trying to escape.

I just wish I had more energy to keep up and stay up all night with Harper and not be dragging my ass all the next day. I must have drifted into slumber, as Jillian’s voice echoed in the depths of my mind. In an instant, my eyes sprung wide open, met with the sight of Jillian on her knees, her face suspended above mine. The air seemed charged with anticipation coming from her. Her lips, tantalizingly close to mine, had me wanting to spring from the couch to get away from her. Our eyes locked, and before I could muster a response, she crashed her lips against mine, leaving me stunned and unable to protest.

They acted like a perfect couple, proudly displaying their love to their circle of friends. It had only been two weeks, and Rowan had already buried me in his past. For the first time, I wondered if he had ever truly loved me. Four years together… Was none of it real? A dull ache twisted in my chest. I slowly sat back down and put aside the wine bottle, forcing myself to forget everything. Jillian leaned against the couch, watching me silently. Her gaze lingered for a moment. Then she lowered her eyes, fingers flying across her phone as she typed a message.

Eyes widened, Jill shouted, “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!” Seungcheol tend to Celine and to his friend, Joshua. He knew it right then, that meeting Jill was one of the biggest mistake in his life. A mistake that he won’t regret. That’s how the one-side love for Seungcheol started. When he met Jill, whose name is Celine, he thought he can finally end the curse of his unrequited love. But now, it will continue again.

“He’s real, Zian, and he doesn’t live in this world.” I saw how his tears rolled down his cheeks, and he didn’t know what to think. “I showed you a lot. I told you how I feel, but you don’t listen to me. You’re too busy with other things, and you’re too busy with the man you’ve never met but already love. What about me, Jillian? I’m here, but I’ll be the one who left?” “Because I don’t like you and I don’t love you do you understand?”

Not just with her, but with Isabelle… with all of it. Lillian wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be just competent, efficient, easy to ignore. But, she burned too brightly for that. And maybe that’s why Isabelle hated her without ever needing to meet her. I slipped. I fell. And it was all my fault. And the truth was… Isabelle and I had been over long before Lillian came into the picture. What we had wasn’t love. It was power. Control. Appearance. An illusion. But Isabelle never let go of anything she felt entitled to.

She wasn’t interested in anything anyways. “And Mr. Winters is going to announce the final project and the partners for the project today.” She shrugged again. She didn’t care about partners, she just had to study, graduate High school and leave for college. That’s it. They reached their class and took their seats. Ready to start the day. Lillian Ann Wilson, an eighteen-year-old girl who was a senior in High school. That was pretty much it. That was what described her now. She, who once was a lively girl who loved art, music, and books. Who, had plenty of friends Who once lived life to the fullest, now was nothing but someone who was being forced to live.

You know I don’t need all that, all I ever wanted is you. Lillian's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features,her expression changing back to being expressionless. "Adrian, we are both aware of the sacrifices we have made to reach this point. We have fought tooth and nail to secure our positions in this world." She paused. Adrian leaned forward, his voice laced with caution. "And what about love? What about a genuine connection? Can we forge a life together based solely on ambition and mutual gain?"