Lillian Luthor Novels & Stories

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

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.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

she pointed to the little blue character on her T-shirt, serious as ever “And I relate to him entirely.” Jake did laugh this time, unable to contain it anymore, “How so?” he managed to choke out. “He is powerful, built to destroy and is damn good at it,” Izzie explained to him in a patronizing tone, “And he does it all while being ‘cute and fluffy,’” she mimicked the character’s voice at the end, sending Jake into hysterics. Izzie could feel herself cracking up along with Jake; damn him and his infectious laughter. Okay, so she was a bit of a Lilo and Stitch fan.

Her lips twitched, but there was no sympathy in her eyes. “Start talking,” she said coldly. “And maybe I’ll consider it.” Lillian nodded frantically, wiping her bloody lip with the back of her hand. “You're right, It was Jade,” she began, her voice trembling. “She said...she said if I did this, she’d take care of me. That she’d make sure I wouldn’t have to struggle anymore. But I swear, Scarlet, I didn’t know it would go this far. I didn’t know—”

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."

******** Lucian’s POV I couldn’t move. My mind was a battlefield, thoughts flying. How could Lillian be Lyra’s daughter when she looked exactly like me? The eyes, the nose, even the way she frowned when confused—it was like looking in a mirror. None of it made sense. “Lyra, Lillian is your daughter,” lyra's mother said softly, cautiously, trying to reach her. I couldn’t even look at Lyra. My eyes stayed glued to the bench, to the memory card still glinting like a cursed object.

"Don't let us keep you. I'm sure Mr. Carter is waiting for your call." I bit my tongue. The petty side of me wanted to snap back that Aiden might be waiting for more than just a call, but I'd already given these two enough ammunition. "Enjoy your shopping," I said coolly, turning away. As we walked toward Louis Vuitton, Lillian couldn't contain herself. "God, I can't stand that woman! Did you see how smug she looked? Like she's won some prize with Ryan Matthews! He's literally the male version of a red flag factory."

"He's not wrong, now. Is he? I saw how your colleagues praised and commended you for an incredible performance. I saw the genuine smile on your face when you graciously thanked them... Everyone thinks you're that woman. That kind, respectful, naive, and harmless woman. But what do you think will happen when they discover the truth about who you really are? Or about your son?" Lillian's heart skipped a beat and she felt bile rising to her throat as her breath hitched. Her body tensed and her heart raced wildly, though her expression remained composed. She was scared and nervous, but she refused to let Wendy see it. Despite her tough exterior, Wendy could see the fear in Lillian's eyes. She kn