Lillian Lennon Novels & Stories

” She asked. I looked at her and chuckled. Lillian was a widow in her late 40’s. She had gotten this job a few years after her husband’s demise and had faithfully worked with Lachlan long before I got to know me. So she told me. She was definitely more mature and experienced.

She simply didn't like how Lillian was throwing herself at Wilson after we lost our baby. Lillian shook but quickly masked her fear by tilting her chin up defiantly. “I… I was invited,” she stammered, her voice shaking just a little. Madam Eleanor let out a cold empty laugh, her gaze scrutinizing her head to toe in disgust as she demanded, “Invited? By who? Certainly not me, and clearly not Hilda. So tell me. Who the hell let you in here?” Lillian’s eyes darted to Wilson and then back to Eleanor, “I only came because I wanted to support Wilson,” she answered with feigned confidence. “He’s still my friend after all.”

On the plane, just before takeoff, Lillian pulled out her phone and deleted every trace of Elton. 'Goodbye, Elton,' she whispered silently. 'We're done for good.'

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

Chapter 43 A Liar. Sara Hewitt. "What happened next?" Glen's eyes shone in admiration as I told her the story of how I humbled Mrs. Lyla in her office. I shrugged and let out a huff of air, and with arrogance, I repeated my story. "You know... She was there, head bent over. Obviously crying..." I pointed out, glad that they were all listening attentively like loyal dogs. "Sage has finally shown her her place, and she was even trying to act all high and mighty around me." I chuckled, "She didn't stand a chance against me, you all should know that."

“What else has she released now?” Margaret asked. “Actually ma’am, it’s not about you but herself.” “What?” “Here ma’am,” she approached her and showed her the video, Lillian appeared on the broken screen of the tab, in her usual black attire. It was an interview she had taken with a TV host in Georgia. In the interview, she talked about how she was once a maid, her parents being servants to a well known family in New York which she didn’t mention. She also talked about how Robert was her life savior, offering her shelter when she had none, taking care of her, sending her to school and giving her the life of luxury which she never expected to have in her whole life.