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I raised my chin proudly. Suddenly Billie took off her shirt. "It's a bit hot, isn't it?" Luckily I have more clothes here”heading to a small walk”in closet he had in his office. His body was well worked out, sweat trickled down his back and at that moment I don't know what things I felt down here, crossing my legs a little. What's happening to me! I tried to look the other way but there was something that made my gaze return to Billie's body, on her back she had a tattoo that covered all her skin, it was a tattoo of a wolf opening its jaws, it looked fearsome when it showed its fangs .

Bill uttered seriously looking at Trishia. Trishia felt awkward and humiliated at the same time as she tried her best to gather her cool. Bill didn't like to see her wearing a wig but she always cursed her face whenever she saw an ugly bald girl in the mirror. She could not be so demanding with Bill nor be so spoiled and bratty. It would never work for him even though she saved his life. Bill was always a thinker and she knew it very well. She would never give him any reason that would make him question her.

As we walk in I’m hit with a cloud of smoke, I cough waving it out of my face. “Who the hell are you?” I hear a crusty old voice snap in my direction, as I take her in I almost scream at her. She wore clothes much like my own, her nails painted to perfection, her makeup impeccable. “She’s wearing that and he has shoes held together with duct tape!” layla snaps pushing forward “I’m lilly, this is drake. Your son has been having visions of my daughter. We came to meet him” She looks past us to caden, throwing him a filthy luck.

Jax shot back, his eyes flicking to the hallway where Lila was supposed to be grabbing a first-aid kit. "I punched a billionaire for her. If that’s not a love language, I don't know what is," I retorted. I was tired, my arm was throbbing, and I was dangerously close to finding out if Jax’s teeth were as perfect as they looked. "Is the testosterone contest over yet? Because I’m trying to decide between peroxide or just letting the infection take me," Lila said, stepping into the room. She was wearing one of my oversized Reaper hoodies—the one she'd "borrowed" and never returned—and her hair was a chaotic crown of dark silk.

I’ll order the ride go get ready bitch . And before I knew it I’m being dragged into my room to get dressed for our shopping. We went out that afternoon. The mall lights were bright. Lilian moved from rack to rack with sharp focus. “This one is good,” Lilian said, lifting a simple black skirt. “You look neat and serious in this.” They picked shirts. They picked shoes. They picked a small work bag. Lilian made jokes. I tried to relax. But deep inside, a quiet fear sat there. A feeling I just couldn’t name.

Tasha says, “They are going to drive each other nuts and then we’ll have to handle two crazy people together instead of one at a time.” Lilia laughs, “Okay okay, I get the point, relax crazy.” Tasha giggles, and then both of them spot Damion walking toward them. “How about a lunch date? The three of us?” Lilia asks Tasha. “Alright.” * She walks into the room and looks around. She thinks that if Lilia keeps her documents in the house then her room would be the obvious choice. She walks to the cupboard and starts rummaging in it. The almirah is big, fancy and old, like everything else in the house. She starts opening drawers and finds a collection of notebooks, pens, jewelry, and accessories.

Her big, sleepy eyes blinked up at them as she rubbed one fist across her face. “Mama…” she mumbled, her voice hoarse and tiny. “I’m hungry.” Bella gasped, then let out a small, teary laugh as she knelt and opened her arms wide. “Oh, baby!” Lila ran into her embrace, curling into her mother’s lap like a kitten, still half-asleep. Jason dropped to a crouch beside them, brushing a strand of hair away from Lila’s face. “You okay, sweetheart?” Lila nodded, snuggling against Bella’s chest. “Had a weird dream. There was a loud noise… and shadows. But I wasn’t scared. I dreamed Daddy and Mama were superheroes.”

“That’s what we’re going to find out. Dad must have done something… something big.” Aria’s voice dropped to a whisper. “What if he’s dead?” Aiden shook his head. “No. People like him don’t die easily.” He closed the laptop with a soft click. “We’ll find him. And when we do…” He looked toward their mother’s room, expression tightening like Ethan’s. “…we’ll know the truth.” The airport doors slid open as Lilian stepped out with quiet confidence — now a woman shaped by pain, survival, and brilliance. She wore a fitted white blouse, sleek black trousers, and her dark sunglasses that shielded more than just her eyes.

He was pacing back and forth and I could only imagine his facial expression at this time. “Uh, nothing much; you just drive to the address I sent on your phone earlier, and when you get here, we will handle the games and play!!!” I clapped like a baby. In years of trying to get to Lucas, this little girl Claire has to be his all. She could have spared him and come to me but no, rather than being the smile in my life, she decided to be the bad egg and bring him down. I smiled as I remembered that they had a son. “What’s his name now? Brian?” I cocked my head fully aware I pressed her sensitive button.

*Lily* William’s whole persona changed, and I hardly recognized him as he addressed the woman standing before us. Her flaxen hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she wore a Burberry trench coat. “Hello, Elaine.” William nodded, barely looking up from the wine list. “William, where are your manners?” Elaine put her hand on her hip, flashing a three-carat diamond-sized ring in my vision. “Who do we have here?” William cleared his throat. “Elaine, this is Lilian.”