Lillian Of Turin Novel Spoiler Novels & Stories

LILIANA POV The sun just set and it is almost dark. Still, I am in my office to finish some work while waiting for my husband. Takashi and his revelations still linger in my mind. I can't believe him that easily, he could be an enemy in the first place. I need to tell my husband about this as soon as possible. Takashi is trying to destroy the trust I have for Xavier. But why will he do this? Is he working for my brother? Or, what if Takashi is telling the truth? Does this mean that Xavier is lying to me?

GIOVANNI POV "This makes no bloody sense," I mumbled, glaring at the paper I had slipped out from the envelope. I furrowed my brows, trying to make sense of what I was looking at, but the more I stared at it, the more confused I got. I glanced up from the paper to see Luca. He was silent in the room. "What do you mean by Daniel Russo being Lilith's father and Diego being his cousin?" While still researching Diego's disappearance, there was no way Lilith would be able to achieve the utmost peace if he was still alive.

“But you have to survive this.” No drama. No romance. Just survive. That was real. Outside, footsteps rushed down the hall. Voices echoed. Someone called Lucien’s name. Daniel stepped closer to Lila. “This is how he traps you. One photo op. One show of unity. Next thing you know, you’re his loyal fiancée defending the hospital.” Lucien’s voice dropped. “I’m not asking you to defend anything.” “Then what are you asking?” Lila pressed. His eyes softened, just a touch.

“Lila ran and I stayed. That should say everything.” And it did. But what it didn’t say, what she never once mentioned, was remorse. Not even when the entries got darker. Not even when she started talking about rituals, about Janet’s warnings, about “whispers beneath the roots.” Not even when she hinted at something coming. Something final. “I won’t be afraid when the time comes. Janet says I’ll burn first, and then I’ll rise.” And that was it. No more entries after that and no mention of the woods. No fear, no regret and no goodbye. Like she knew her story would be rewritten, as if she’d planned it that way.

she smiled. Lillian nodded, “yes, but that’s because he doesn’t know the truth, all the things you did and how you had his child murdered, his blood, your own grandchild.” “Yes, I did,” she agreed, “I will never have a grandchild from a maid.” Lillian’s eyes had already watered, thinking about the past, her jaw shook violently with hatred, “you are a murderer and I can’t wait for the time justice will be served. And for your information, I don’t want Shane back but I will make sure he knows of all your evil deeds before I go,” she heaved a sigh and stepped back, “enjoy your trip, stay close to the news, I have a surprise for you tomorrow,” she smiled and walked back to her way.

How can I help Tori when I become a criminal myself? "Are you really in the position to threaten us, Lillian? Now that your oh-so-beloved master faces the guillotine." Her mocking voice and the snickers of the other handmaidens snapped something inside Lillian that she clawed toward Shena. The latter was balder dashed by the sudden outburst that made her stumbled backward.

“Do you truly think this is some science project? Wake up, dumb bitch. This isn't IVF with surrogate bullshit—this is me, carrying my baby! My own flesh and blood!” Jasper muttered under his breath. “Fuck’s sake, Lil.” The world spun around her, and she almost stumbled. Rose’s eyes kept darting from Lillian to Jasper. There was no denying what her mind already told her from the moment she saw the fitting necktie and dress. She whispered in dread. “Oh, no.” “Well, yes.” A taunting smile stretched Lillian’s pink, glossy lips. “I fucked your husband. And he got me pregnant.” “Christ,” Jasper groaned, pulling her to him. “Lillian, you're being unreasonable right now.”

Lillian: *Actually, I'm more curious about how Aiden was teaching you to ride. Me: *That's not the point!* Lillian: *I get it! You didn't know Aiden's childhood name—most people don't—but she deliberately came over and called him that in front of you, his wife!* Lillian: *That's classic mean girl behavior, just more sophisticated. Be careful, honey! She's gunning for your man.* In one afternoon of overthinking, I couldn't figure out what felt wrong about the situation, but Lillian had nailed it in seconds. I told her about the dinner invitation incident too, and she immediately responded with three exclamation points: *!!! This woman is clearly trying to steal your husband!*

Thirty suns. ​My notebook was gone, burned to ash by Lillian’s lighter three weeks ago. “Look what I found.” Lillian had said three weeks ago, her voice a cruel, melodic lilt. She began to tear a page out, the sound of the paper ripping feeling like a blade across my skin. “It’s full of such... pathetic longing. Did you really think a prince would keep a stuttering little thing like you?” ​She dropped the torn page into the puddle of stagnant water outside my bars.

he managed to stutter. “Was” I replied, gritting my teeth my eyes falling, “she’s been cloaked with dark magic, Stephania, the Lycan prince, all their scents were there.” “Legion survived,” Ena echoed. “And he has my niece?!” Lillian barded in before pausing as she looked at me, “ dang it, someone get this boy a damn shirt,” she huffed, walking away in frustration as she paced the length of the room. “On it,” Edwin grunted, moving out of view.