Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

Suddenly Lillian gasped, covering her mouth as tears ran down her face. “Someone tried to kill my pup?” I heard her voice, but her mouth wasn’t moving. I look at her confused, can I read people's minds? I thought. Lila rolled her eyes at me while Lillian looked at me. Wait, don’t tell me. My eyes widened as I moved close to Lillian. I dragged her hospital gown down to look at her mark and we all gasped. What the fucking hell? “What happened?” she asked, trying to look down.

he asked her, his voice gentle. As they stepped away from the door, Katherine's gaze followed them, her expression unreadable. She watched them in silence, a storm of emotions raging within her. She felt hatred deep within her against Lillian and wanted for her to just die. Lillian walked away without offering more words to Sebastian as she walked down the hallway, tears rolled down her eyes as she cried her eyes out. Her heart clenched in her chest as she felt like her heart is going to expose from so much pain. She thought that this is what it would feel like to have a heartache. A pain so profound she doesn't even know how to live.

Seraphina’s face went white. Lillian shot to her feet. “How dare you! We are trying to save you from yourself! From her!” She jabbed a finger in my direction. “We know all about her! The mystery, the hidden past, the way she just appeared! She’s a gold-digger or worse! She’ll bleed you dry and leave you a laughingstock!” Ronan moved then. Just one step, but it made Lillian fall silent. He loomed over her, his height and quiet rage overwhelming.

she stated bluntly with a straight face. The whole room was taken aback. It sounded more like a romantic confession. Killian wondered if he was hearing things because he knew that his beloved daughter was already dating someone. "Arte, it sounds like you're asking for permission to marry me" Lillian snorted in amusement, sitting on the other side of her bed. Hearing this, Arte stiffened, quickly putting her hands up and waving them slightly "My apologies, that isn't quite what I meant," she said sheepishly, usually pretty good at using her brain and words. "What I mean is, your daughter is my number one. My best friend. The person I share no blood with, but love the most like I do. If I coul

“That choice is yours.” Lillian opened her eyes. There was no softness in them now. Only resolve layered over grief. “I want to see her,” Lillian said. “Not as an heiress. Not as a revelation. As a person who lost something without knowing what it was.” Beatrice studied her carefully. “That meeting will not heal you.” “I am not looking for healing,” Lillian replied. “I am looking for honesty.” “And if it destabilizes everything,” Beatrice asked. “If it fractures the careful balance that has kept you safe.”

She sauntered up to us like she owned the room, clinking her champagne glass. “Well, well. Damien Blackstone playing domestic,” she cooed, looking at Evelyn. “You’re the latest? I have to say, you have a type.” I tensed, but Evelyn simply smiled. “Nice to meet you, Lillian.” Lillian wasn’t done. “I always told him he couldn’t love anyone. Not really. He’s incapable of it. We all played house with him until we realized he has no heart.” The words hit me harder than I expected. Maybe because some part of me believed them. Maybe because I saw Evelyn’s shoulders stiffen like she was about to step away from me.

Olivia told her. “Don’t you have a duty at the hospital today?” She asked her. “Nope. It’s my day off today.” Olivia told her. “So, what do you want to do?” She asked her. “I am so bored that I have no idea.” Olivia told her and then asked. “What’s on your mind?” Lillian sighed, leaning back on the sofa. “I’m thinking about talking with Zack.” she told her. “Just a second.” Olivia told her and ended the call, and then the next second she was in front of Lillian. “Have you gone mad? He was the one who killed Ryan in cold blood. He was the reason you were kidnaped and were killed.”

** Meanwhile, Lillian emitted a heart-wrenching scream as she heard the beeps on the other bed, signaling the end of the phone call with Leonardo. She seethed with rage, recalling how Leonardo had called her 'sick' because of that bitch, Hayley. This was no longer about revenge for Wendy; it was clear to Lillian that as long as Hayley existed, Leonardo would never choose her again. She needed to eliminate Hayley once and for all. Lillian was determined to escalate her efforts for revenge. After all, she had sacrificed everything for this moment; Hayley had to pay, and Leonardo needed to be hers again. She must have him back, no matter what it takes. Lillian vowed to herself inwardly, her gaz

He asked me, letting go of me to look at me. I nodded cause I didn't trust myself to speak without breaking down in tears. So much for being a responsible man, Michael. “I'm so sorry, Michael ” Danny said with tears in his eyes “She is a sweet and loving girl even after you break up with her she still took it in good faith. Who would have wanted her dead?” Danny laments bitterly. I nodded again as I walked past him to the window to stare at Lillian who was lying peacefully on the bed. Unlike Nina, Lilian was not surrounded by any machines but rather a bandage was wrapped around her head probably because she hurt her head when she fell.

Dinner dates, corporate events, shopping trips, he indulged her every whim, buying clothes, jewelry, anything she wanted. Lillian documented it all. Every smile, every touch, every indulgence was photographed. She sent the images to Adrian’s wife, each one a calculated reminder of her presence. Yet Elara remained calm. Composed. Unbothered. Each attempt to provoke jealousy or anger was met with silence. Lillian’s frustration grew with every failed attempt to rattle her. One evening, during a lavish dinner, Lillian suddenly doubled over, clutching her lower abdomen. “Lillian?” Adrian’s voice tightened, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”