Lillian Salvatore Novels & Stories

No matter what happens, I don't want them to get involved. Lucille Damian is my official name in the company. Some people look up to me and fear me. For a few months, I learnt how to be Lucille Damian, and for a few years, I was Lucille Santos. Since the attorney has entered my life, she has shown me who and what I truly am. I am Damian's heir, but no one knows I'm still alive. After all, the public knows me as Lucille, the faceless woman. All of my staff were forbidden from exposing what they believed I looked like as Lucille Damian. They had no right to harm me.

I asked in confusion, Lilly exchanged a look with Rodrigo before turning to me. "Because it's not safe,” she said, "What do you mean not safe? You would have called me and I'd hire security and you wouldn't…” "It's not that simple Antonio, I still can't get over the betrayal,” she said and I sighed, rubbing my head. "Speak clearly Lilly," I said, “The culprit is right under our roof. The person who wanted me dead is my mother," she said and I paused trying to comprehend what she just said,

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.

"My dear Lillian, if Daniel insists on interfering with our plans, he must be taught a lesson. He must understand that his loyalty lies with me, not with a mere mortal like Daciana. And besides, remember what we last talked about? Daciana is surely not going to have the time of her life here. You can count on that." ---- Lillian wasn't pleased with Katherine's response. She knew how hard it was to see Daciana everyday with a baby bump that belonged to the man she loved. Determined to confront Daniel, Lillian excused herself from Katherine's chambers, her mind swirling with thoughts of revenge. She knew exactly where to find him - the training area, where he often rehearsed his impressive bat

Dismissive. “And you must be the wife,” she said it like it was a joke. And I hated it and her too. “Lila,” I replied quietly, forcing myself not to shrink under her scrutiny. She tilted her head. “Well. Aren’t you a surprise.” I stiffened. Luca stepped in, voice like velvet over steel. “She’s more than that.” “Of course she is.” Vanessa’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “How lucky for you. Trading one headline for another. You’ve always had a talent for theatrics Luca.”

Max retorted. This time, Lillian stepped forward, her head held high. She couldn't allow Max to badmouth her and win tonight. Enough was enough. “Max, the only ugly person here is you. Cheating on your girlfriend of six years for some side chick, having sex with other girls while still expecting money from me for your show-off. You're the scammer, Max. The truth is, I despise you. I caught you both red-handed, naked in bed, and I left you like a piece of dirty used tissue from my life,” Lillian blurted out, relishing the change of color in his face.

“Wait. Is this your rich boyfriend Ramon told us about?” I glanced at Liliana. She looked like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Before she could answer, I smiled. “I'm Liam Salvatore, owner of Salvatore Global Holdings.” The reaction was immediate. A few mouths dropped open. “Wait!” “You're the Liam Salvatore?” “Oh my God!” “Girl, you hit the jackpot!” The girls started screaming, and I couldn't help laughing. I looked at Liliana. She looked completely stunned. “No,” I said casually. “I'm the lucky one.” I slipped an arm around her waist. “My amore mio is my life.” Then I leaned down and gave her a quick peck.

Lillian was trying to calm her down while explaining, "Ma'am, it's not for her. She asked to get them made for the Don…" "Shut your mouth!" The old woman interrupted Lillian and knocked her cane on the floor. "You are in no position to speak here." I guessed that she was Angelo's mother. Lillian told me her name was Marissa Sullivan. I heard from Lillian that she had always lived in the family's old manor in Cecily City. She deliberately made a trip to Neuyark City. I quickly ran downstairs over to her and wrapped my arm around hers. "Mom! You're here!"

Give them nothing to satisfy them. She straightened and forced the strain from her shoulders. Born with affluence and composure, the old Lillian Davenport would have marched in, chin high, and quiet them with a single frigid gaze. Damon's wife, Lillian, was unique though. This Lillian had discovered that pride might be a lethal emotion. She inhaled steadily then turned on her heel and left. Not since she was frail. But she insisted on not letting them see the tears blazing behind her eyelids.

She didn't sound as angry in her last sentence before going upstairs to her room, she sounded more upset and hurt which was a thousand times worse. I still had to apologize for the whole thing with Mr. Chavez and I know it was unlikely that she would still want to listen to me, so I decided to attack her in the stomach. Lillian's favorite dessert is ice cream with chocolate shavings, chocolate frosting, and a cherry on top for garnish. I prepare everything with as much precision as if I depend on dessert being perfect for my survival. I only make one cup, if she takes it, I'll probably be talking when she's eating.