Lila Murphy Novels & Stories

Amir brings out physical drives, old-school encryption, systems that require hands and presence and consent. “This is slower,” Jade says, watching cables snake across the dining table. “Yes,” Amir replies. “That’s the point.” Lila sits with a notebook instead of her phone. Paper feels strange in her hands—solid, untraceable. She writes names. Dates. Fragments of stories. Not full accounts. Just enough to honor existence. “She was seventeen,” she says suddenly. “The art account. She posted at night because that’s when she felt safe.” Jade looks up. “Did she tell anyone?”

He was yelling at me as he scrambled to his feet but I was halfway across the gym before he was standing and safe behind the girls locker room door before he could reach me. “How did you piss him off this time Eva?” I heard a sweet laughing voice say from behind me. “Oh, you know, the usual, being me.” I flashed Lila a cheeky grin as I walked past her and to my locker 4 down from hers. At 5’10, with long athletic legs, curvy hips, a 6 pack and large breasts, Lila was the perfect example of what a she-wolf should be. Add in her waist length chestnut brown hair, crystal clear blue eyes, heart shaped face, high cheek bones and lush lips and she was easily one of the most beautiful women in the

Chapter 6: The Breaking Point The Meridian deal gala was the perfect storm. Crystal chandeliers glittered above hundreds of Chicago’s elite. Lila wore a stunning emerald green gown that clung to every curve, with a slit high enough to turn heads. Ryan was in his element—networking, shaking hands, playing the devoted husband. But Lila had her own agenda. She had been exchanging subtle messages with **Victor Lang**, Ryan’s most important business partner on the Meridian project. Victor was in his late 30s—charismatic, powerful, and clearly attracted to her. Tonight, she intended to use that.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

Lila trailed off, looking at Kyle regretfully as if she would cry if he didn't help her. Kyle let out a heave as he touched Lila's hand in her lap. All the three sitting on the other side of the table— Jasmine, Jojo and Mari— saw his hand movement too. "This beautiful crazyhead here is my most valuable, amazing, always available for me, sometimes cute and sometimes crazy, my forever partner in crime... My closest friend, Lila. Lila Calvin. She's a social media influencer and one of the best advisers I have in life." Kyle said with a genuine tug at his lips.

Her lips parted in a venomous smile as she whispered to herself, “Let’s see how much you love Elara when I take away the only reason you think she matters to you.” The car rolled to a stop outside her building, but Lila stayed seated for a moment longer, staring at her reflection in the tinted window. Her eyes were sharp, her beauty unshaken despite the rage twisting inside her. This wasn’t the end. This was just the beginning. She picked up her phone again, scrolling to another number on her list. A different contact this time, not Leonard’s assistant, but someone far more skilled at… adjustments. Someone who could make medical records, DNA results, and hospital files disappear or reappear

Lyla said almost crying when she couldn't contain her guilt any more. Lily was taken aback by Lyla's words. "Lyla, why? Did I do anything wrong?" Lily asked in confusion. Lyla snapped and with the little strength she had, yelled at Lily. "That is the problem, Lily. You are too kind, too caring, too perfect. Can't you do something evil even for once in your life? Leave me alone. I am bad, I am evil...." Lyla continued to yell at Lily but her voice trailed off as she began to pant for air.

Still thinks he has it. But she didn’t flinch. Not this time. Instead, she reached for the small photo clipped inside her wallet. Lila. Six years old. Painted nails. Gummy smile. A gap where her two front teeth had once been. Wrapped in her favorite fuzzy blue blanket. Looking right at the camera like she owned joy. Her reason. Her fire. Her anchor. Her little hummingbird.

Ella said, “You aren’t just hurting yourself, Cato. You have nine younger siblings and every single one of them looks up to you. Even Lili.” Out of the ten, Lili had the most fire in her soul. Since four years old, she’d been independent and unable to stand being ordered around. She was also smart. Very smart. She knew exactly how to get her way and she never let anyone take advantage. She and Cato fought relentlessly, but although she’d never admit it, she admired Cato. The coffee sat untouched on the table as he stared at the rising steam. “Also yes, Marco noticed his missing joint,” I said, “Did you think that wouldn’t trace back to you?”

"I was confident that I was only using her for my personal gain. To use her hatred to take vengeance against the Morgans. But I can’t help but claim her every time I see the face I imprinted on her." ___ LILITH. "Cut the bullshit and answer the question, Xander,” I could hear my own heartbeat thumping. “For fuck's sake, tell me the truth! Did you really g-get rid of them?" I cried melancholically while grabbing the collar of the man standing tall in front of me.