Lillie Bennett Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirty-Seven The next few months passed faster than anyone expected. Mostly because life became busy. Very busy. Lillie was now eight months old. Which meant she had discovered movement. Unfortunately. One morning she was sitting quietly on a blanket. The next she was somehow halfway across the penthouse. Nobody knew how. Roman swore she was teleporting. Daisy suspected he might be right. "You looked away for two seconds." Roman pointed dramatically. "She was over there." Lillie sat proudly chewing on a toy.

Beneath the dazzling lights of candles, a strikingly beautiful face emerged, silvers piercing, strands of perfectly plaited silver braids fell thickly down her chest in rich soft silkiness. Her lips were pressed together, a barely visible smile tugging at its corners before a domineering height embellished by her dress followed. Her fingers, hidden beneath the long sleeves like cascading veils, held up the dress as she walked calmly, taking one step after the other like there weren’t elders standing in respect for her presence. Despite feeling the eyes fixed on her, Lillia’s gaze was only focused in one direction—the solo seat at the head of the table, and it was empty except for a man cloth

As Fenna slowly approached, Lillian feigned ignorance and said, "Wanda, let me introduce a friend of mine. She's my best friend, Fenna Hudson." Mila didn't play along with Lillian. She smiled and asked, "Since you're Fenna's best friend, don't you know that she's Nathan's assistant?"

Lily! No! Anthea Morin!

She had no idea. I glanced down at the watch she gave me months ago. 7:32 p.m. Right on time. The car pulled up, and Lillian stepped out, wearing a satin black dress that could probably silence a room in under ten seconds. Her hair was pinned up, loose strands falling to frame her face, and her eyes glinted with suspicion. “This doesn’t look like a dinner spot,” she said, crossing her arms. I grinned. “It’s not.” She tilted her head, catching the flicker of lights behind me.

Lillian’s POV When I said “I do” in the aisle with my plain white dress and sweet smile, I never thought I'd be preparing a date for my husband and his mistress on our anniversary. Being the first Omega to become a Luna, my life isn’t really a Cinderella-like story that everyone envies me for. I am Lilian Harrington-Edwards, a nobody whose mother is an alcoholic gambler and a father who is out of the picture from the start.

And then, I see her. She’s standing near the grand staircase, glowing like a living, breathing emerald. Her gown hugs her like it’s in love with her body. Her laughter rings out, sparkling above the murmurs of the crowd. Lilly winter fall, future Vanderwilson, future Luna, golden child extraordinaire. Meanwhile, I’m over here feeling like a P*******t craft project gone wrong.

She wore a yellow dress, almost identical in style to Bella’s own, though her slim, model-like figure made it look like something from a runway. “Isaac.” The crowd parted as the beauty approached, and she threw herself into the billionaire’s arms. “Oh, how I missed you.” Bella didn’t need to be told—this was Lucille Walton.

I walked over to my seat with Nina, trailing behind me. My name is Lilly Bron Louise, a twenty years old young lady, the first born of my poor widowed mom, student of Beverly Hills college. I have two other younger siblings, Ethan and James. I'm just in my third year in the school. I am the class representative, so everyone respects me alot, even the lecturers. Not to brag, but I am beautiful, with perfect shape, a pair of brown eyes, pointed nose, pink lips, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, average height, and a perfect voice. I am nice and jovial, but I can be very crazy, mess with me, and you're done for, did I forgot to add this? I got to Beverly Hills through scholarship, because my poor