Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

A few hours ago, I finally got direct contact with Lillian. I needed to talk to her. I knew her too well. Lillian was never in love with me. She wanted something. She always wanted something. Her lover was not dead. She was sick. Cancer. And with my protection, Lillian could keep her alive, could stay with her forever. That was why she fought so hard. That was why she did all of this. She thought I believed her lover was dead. She was wrong. My investigation had shown me everything. Pictures.

“Tell me, Lily, do you still remember that pathetic love letter you wrote? Or you erased it from your mind out of shame. But don’t you worry darling, some of us here, have a retentive memory.” My blood turned to ice. The letter. The one I had destroyed. Lillian’s face paled, but she held her ground. “I was sixteen,” she said, her voice steady despite her hands trembling. “It was a mistake. But you? You are still the same vindictive cruel bitch you were back then.” Sharon’s eyes flashed angrily. “You ungrateful little—” Then, like a flash of lightning, the atmosphere shifted and I saw Lillian froze with her eyes glazed, staring at the entrance, unblinking.

Lillian whispered and rolled her eyes. “I still can't believe he broke your heart after he made us believe he was the one. That man was a complete asshole.” Mila cursed and sat on the chair opposite Lillian. “Please, can we change the topic? My head aches while remembering his face.” Lily begged and Mila nodded. Lillian's thoughts drifted to the time she had the best moments of her life. That person made her believe in love and also was the reason she stopped believing in love. He broke her heart and called her names when she caught him with another girl on his bed.

I felt chills all over my body when he said that. “Enzo,” I called, but not knowing what to say. My left arm went numb from the sudden ache going on in my heart. I feel bad for him. I feel bad for the kids. I remember the situation I had with Isabella over the Rice Krispies treat. Lillian Moretti – or should I say Lillian Baker, she was a successful model when she was alive. She always gave a lot of donations and helped a lot of people too. I know Lorenzo wouldn’t lie to me, especially in this situation, but hearing him talk about the real Lillian like this almost feels like a lie.

Alpha Hayden who was shirtless looked away from his Delta under him and snapped his eyes to the door. Her eyes meet with his and her legs wobbles, her body motioning into a freeze. All at once, Hayden rose up from Lillian's upper body and she also got up from the bed. Whilst he just looked away from her and went to his closet to find a shirt, she tried real hard to recompose herself but drastically failed. Her heart, it thumped even elder as the pretty girl on his bed walked towards her. "May I?"Lillian stopped before her and stated rather than asked, her face reading annoyance at the filthy maid before her. Because darn it, just when her dream of Hayden and her was about coming to reality,

Lillian still felt that she was not relaxed yet, not yet until Tristan was found, dead or alive. “Yeah, but why didn’t she try to reach us?” Lillian asked staring at her older sister. “Yeah I asked her the same thing, but she said she was prevented in some sort of a way to reach us,” Eureka said shrugging. And she added, “She’s not just the simple mom that you and I once knew, She’s now the queen of the Succubus realm.” . . . . . About an hour later Willy returned from the jetty:

I wanted to shout at him, to demand answers, but I was too shocked to get out anything. Then Lillian laughed. It wasn’t an amused laugh—it was cold, harsh, and mean. She stood up from her seat now and her eyes glinted evilly in the low light. “Oh dear. This just keeps getting better and better. Do you take us for a fool? A secret wedding night?” She laughed again, this time sounding bitter and very hard-hearted. “If that’s true, then what about the nights Lunaria spent in Nathan’s home? Does that not make her an adulteress? Or is she playing the part of a cheating woman too well?”

"YOU MONSTER!" The heart rate monitor screams in tandem with her voice. Nurses rush toward the door but stop when they see my face - whatever expression I'm wearing makes them retreat. Lillian's chest heaves as she tries to stand, her hospital gown gaping at the neck to reveal the scar from her last surgery. "He loved you," she chokes out, each word a dagger. "And you destroyed him." The antiseptic hospital air turns to acid in my lungs. I reach for her hand. "Lil, you don't underst-"

The next morning, the Larkins' housekeeper, Lily Hill, arrived with Jayson's younger sister, Renee Larkin. The 17-year-old had a striking figure and a sharp attitude. The moment she walked in, she tossed her bag onto the couch. "Where's Ariel Walker?" She blinked up at Jayson. Jayson finished adjusting his tie and shot her a look. "Don't be so disrespectful." Renee pouted. "You don't even like her. Why should I respect her?"

I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!" James' face dropped, and he promptly looked away, afraid to look me in the eye as he stuttered, "W-What are you talking about?! The mortuary report is clear—he died from blood loss! Stop this nonsense, or Stan won't rest in peace!" "Blood loss? Really?" I asked quietly. "The doctor said it himself!" Sue cried urgently without herself noticing. "What, are you saying he's lying?! Quit being hysterical and give me Nathan back!" I ignored her, however, my gaze was miserable as I looked straight i