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Beatrice said. “No,” Lillian agreed. “It is not. And yet here it is.” Silence fell again, heavier, angrier. Lillian rubbed her hands together, grounding herself the way Sofia had taught her. She inhaled slowly, deliberately. “I reject this,” she said again, calmer now. “Not the facts. The framing.” Beatrice watched her closely. “Explain.” “I am not your niece returned,” Lillian said. “I am not a legacy restored. I am not a problem you finally solved.”

Luke said once. Vincent denied it. When Lily left seven years later, Vincent did not tell Luke. Pride kept his mouth shut and hame sealed it. Years passed. Then Luke returned. He saw the change immediately. Vincent’s tighter control and his colder eyes. The way Lily’s name still lived under his skin. “You’re losing her,” Luke said. Vincent denied it. Luke warned him anyway. Then Matthew appeared and rumors spread about the child’s healing, his strength and his silence. Luke asked the question Vincent feared.

"I didn't ask for any of this. I didn’t ask for you to hate me. I never wanted to marry Sebastian either but everything happened so quickly." Katherine’s face twisted in anger. "You ruined everything! You took Sebastian from me! You took my life!" Lillian’s heart pounded in her chest. "I didn’t take anything from you, Katherine. Sebastian made his choice. And I didn’t come back to fight with you. I came back to help our father." Katherine’s fury boiled over. "You're lying!" she screamed, pushing Lillian with both hands. Lillian stumbled, dropping the watering can as she tried to regain her balance. Shock washed over her as she looked at Katherine, seeing the depth of her sister's rage.

“And you are not heavy” “You should tell my mother then,” Lilliana yawned, “She looks at me like I’m a pig.” I could feel the internal struggle Elliot was having giving her an ounce of his humanity. He was intentionally cruel withholding that truth. Lilliana was perfect when it came to her body. The way her body held curves was sinful. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. Before he could respond, she was sleeping peacefully in his arms, the sound of soft snores breaking the silence of the forest.

But before I could even think of a way to escape, the men started moving towards me with purpose, and I knew that I had to act fast if I wanted to survive. "W-Who are you?" I asked them all while holding a vase I took from the table beside me, aiming it at the faces. The man in black sitting on the chair raised his left hand and the other men froze in their tracks before returning to their former standpoint. He placed his feet on the floor and looked at me, "Lilian Rowan," he called me by my full name and I looked at him in shock. How did he know my name? He continued speaking, "Your parents have sold you to me, Miss Rowan. You can either come with us willingly, or you can join them in the g

I cried melancholically while grabbing the collar of the man standing tall in front of me. My eyes slowly filled with tears as my body shivered with anger inside me. Why wouldn’t I be when I accidentally discovered something horrendous about this man I called my savior. I couldn't fathom how this very man who rescued me from the valley of death was capable of killing someone. Is he the same as my ex-husband? Do all wealthy men view life as something they could easily dispose of? "Need I remind you of who you are, Lilith? Raise your voice again and you can ask them yourself," his voice was frightening and cold. Yet the way he called my name was the sweetest.

Lillian continued to whine and this time, she tossed the berry in her hand back to the rest in the tray. “Do you want us to get you another fruits?” One of the maids stood in an upright position and asked. They were all new maids. After what happened to Aurora, the maid who committed suicide and Mara, Don replaced the maids and, this time, with a much stricter rule. Lillian shook her head, thereby urging the maid to go back to her previous duty. This was mostly all what Lillian does to the food and even fruits she eats since she became pregnant. It was either disgusting or tasteless like earlier.

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.

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:

A hush fell over the hall. Lillian knew what he was doing—staking his claim, reminding them that this was his court, his kingdom. And she? She was no longer just a bride to be dismissed. She was Lunari. And she was done being underestimated. —--------------------------------------------- That night, as the council chamber emptied and the fires burned low, Lillian stood on the balcony of her chambers, staring at the moon. She heard Aedric approach before he spoke. "You handled yourself well." She glanced at him. "They’re afraid."