Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

Her emerald eyes glimmered as she watched the news of the Ashford-Rosenthal merger, her red nails tapping a rhythm on the desk like war drums. “She thinks she’s won,” Lillian whispered to herself. “She thinks this is love. But she forgets I built the empire her father tried to steal.” She turned to the man standing behind her, dark suit, sharp jaw, eyes too calm for someone trained to kill. Her most loyal fixer. “Begin the whispers,” Lillian ordered. “Leak the old footage. The private recordings. Target Grace first. I want the world to turn on her before she even realizes I’m alive.”

Shirley looked at the handsome face in front of him, and suddenly, she felt that this man was abnormally foreign. Was he still that cultured, refined, cold, and noble young man? No, he had not been that since a very long time ago. Presently, to him, his heart no longer had anything of beauty. There was only hatred. Although Lillian was very young and could not speak, she was smart. She knew she could not leave now. She did not make a fuss, but she reached her little hand into her pocket to take out a card instead. She then handed the card to Shirley gently.

he shouted involuntarily, even standing up excitedly. Lillian opened her eyes, glanced around frantically, then hesitantly scanned her body. Was something missing, or maybe his skin turned transparent and gave off a green glow, all sorts of things that meant 'lifeless'. None of that happened and Lillian breathed the most relieved breath of her life. The girl approached her sister. “W—what happened to Miranda?” It wasn't Lillian's typical concern, but rather apprehensive trepidation.

I slump in my chair and sigh, “I don’t know what to do.” “Explain” “I’m sorry. I-I can’t” I don’t want her to see my shame, my failure. “I am here for you, Lillian; I am always here for you, and I will support you no matter what you have done or haven’t done. Do you understand me? I love you, Lillian. There is nothing you can do that will make me feel ashamed of you” I look away; she hit the nail on the head with that one. “Lilly, is this about Dean?” I look at her sharply but don’t say a word, “I know he isn’t good to you. I know you keep it to yourself.”

It still hurts me each time I remember that Lillian never did all this to get him. She never stressed herself to get his heart; he fell so easily, like magic. Even though I was the first lady he saw before she, I was the first to meet him, but he didn't want to talk to me, he didn't want to have anything to do with me. In his eyes, I was like every other girl who was obsessed with being with him. He, like every other guy, turned me down. All that changed when he met Lillian, who was my friend back then.

Lillian said standing on the threshold to his office. “Hmm?” He flicked a look over his shoulder. As always when at work, Lillian was the perfect picture of a paralegal, her blonde hair slicked back into a sophisticated chignon, her pale blue pant suit elegant, understated femininity, and her make-up tasteful and simple. She was a poster child for vanilla sex. “How can I help you, Lilli?” He straightened and turned to face her. “I don’t know if you heard, there was a death at Zeus two days ago.”

Lillian Montigue:- "Lucas, you can't give Lily false hope. You can't play with her heart." I spoke to Lucas when we all were done having breakfast and Lily has went to her room to get dressed for the day. "Who said I am giving her false hope and playing with her heart, Lillian?" he asked in a cold voice as he takes a sip of his coffee "Not everyone is like you, Lillian. Some of us have got heart, which you lack of." his words hurt me, but I know they were true. I did play with him, but I didn't know I was taking my revenge from the wrong person. Why can't he see that I am also a victim.

Please come forward, Linc," Michael announced, a surprised expression contorting his Linc's face, though both of them knew the truth of this supposed surprise. Ryan, standing next to his father, felt a wave of embarrassment and humiliation wash over him. Michael had promised him that he would be the next leader of Haven, only to betray him by passing it on to Linc. Michael's gaze shifted from Linc to Adrienne, who stood beside him. Their eyes met, time seemingly freezing in that moment. The realization and pain echoed through Adrienne's mind, reverberating through her very soul. It was a moment of reckoning, a confrontation with the demons she had fought so hard to bury. Overwhelmed by sensa