Lydia And Parrish Novels & Stories

"I can handle myself, Dad." I would still hear about Lydia occasionally. She worked as a middle manager at a private company. The pay wasn't much, but it was far less stressful than her previous job. Simon remained unemployed after they got married. Their entire family lived paycheck to paycheck since Lydia was the sole breadwinner. Apparently, Lydia and Simon argued often about money, Lindsey, and all sorts of insignificant issues. Last year, George suffered a stroke, which left half of his body paralyzed. The conflict between Lydia and Simon escalated when she brought George home to stay with them.

But the grave had no arms. She zipped the suitcase, wiped her face, and left the house without looking back. Mrs. Zander watched from the rooftop, her mind unsettled. “What's happening to my family?” She whispered, fighting back tears. Lydia’s been the quiet and obedient child, what happened? Her mind drifted to a memory she had buried for years. The deal she made with Lady Aria (Lydia’s birth mother and Mr. Zander’s first wife). She remembered Lady Aria standing in the doorway, her screams , the tears in her eyes, the betrayal after catching her husband on bed with Henrietta (The current wife)

Claire said to Henry and he smiled. “Where are you going?” Henry asked. “My boss.... “ “Dont answer that.” Claire cut her off and turned to Henry. “You are too inquisitive, you can go.” “Thanks, bye.” Lydia said and hugged Claire, she hugged Henry and pecked his forehead. “Just be careful.” “Sure, I will.” Lydia walked out of the ward and Henry sighed. “Why are you always like that?” “Cause Lydia isn't someone who works hard on a normal day, Lydia is lazy, she likes clubbing and having fun, she loves going on vacations and work less. I just feel bad she gave up all her life for me to be safe, happy and alive.”

“Oh, this is for long-standing partners only. I assumed she wouldn’t be interested.” The words were polite. The message was not. Elara lifted her chin. “You assumed wrong.” Lydia turned, feigning surprise. “Did I?” Their eyes locked. For a brief moment, the room seemed to disappear. “You’re brave,” Lydia said softly. “Walking into spaces you don’t understand.” Elara didn’t flinch. “And you’re threatened. Otherwise, you wouldn’t notice me at all.” A flicker of irritation crossed Lydia’s face before she masked it. “Enjoy the evening,” she said, stepping away.

“We’ll be there soon. And Lydia—she’s strong. She’s survived worse than this. Believe me, sweetheart, she’s going to pull through.” Althea nodded faintly, clinging to his words like they were the only thing keeping her afloat. Lydia lived alone in Mighatan. Just like Althea, she had no one left in the world—except now Althea had Josh. And Chase. Lydia was different. After the devastating betrayal by her fiancé, she’d chosen solitude, closing her heart to love and pouring herself into her work. That was why the two women had grown so close—leaning on each other as if they were sisters bound by something deeper than blood.

They wondered who it was that had angered Lydia this much, those people were so dead. Since that night Lydia had killed Jerry and asked for his body to be disposed of like he didn't mean anything to her, they feared the girl. She was evil and dangerous. “I don't understand,” Lord Nick frowned, “What the fuck don't you understand!” Lydia yelled as she cried. “Davis, Grace, Helen, Vincent, Adrianna, Jack, and some stupid dudes are in some fucking place having some fucking fun, and I'm here, crying my eyes out for months. How dare you lie to me!” She roared.

“I was just…” “I can leave,” Lydia said suddenly, jumping to her feet. The wind teased her hair in my direction, and I caught the highlights at the roots. But I also caught something else. “I mean, Mr. Jackson and I can always discuss the contract on our way to the office. If this is important to Mrs. Jackson…” “Sit, Lydia,” my husband instructed. “And don’t move an inch until I ask you to.” “Wait, is that Kilian Paris?” Lydia turned to look at me, feigning innocence etched in her eyes. “What?”

Lydia Larson. That was a taboo between Adrian and Jasper. After Lydia's death, the two of them had a silent agreement with each other, and neither ever brought up the topic. Lydia was the daughter of the Miller family's housekeeper. The three of them had played together during their childhood. Lydia liked Jasper, but Adrian did not like Lydia very much. However, unlike his disgust toward Victoria, Adrian just found Lydia a little petty, because she would become jealous whenever he and Jasper acted as close friends. She would think that Jasper only cared about his friends, not her.

Evan - First Person POV Bitch. My mind screamed. If I could pull her eyes out, I would. But I didn't have the money to take myself out of jail. Lydia Harrington walked into the room, unannounced, wearing high heels that clicked on the floor like gunfire, bright red lipstick, and a tailored dress. Her hair was styled in a sleek bun, and she smiled at Adrian. “Hello, Darling,” she purred, moving straight to Adrian's desk. “I came to congratulate you on saving the company. Again.”

I asked and she nodded. “Unfortunately, Rhea met a tragic end.” Larissa said as her image went back to what I’ve always known it to be. “I cannot die bearing this burden on myself that is why I must return what belongs to you because I trust you Lydia. No, I trust you my beautiful daughter Charlie.” Larissa said as she stood up. She approached me and held my face before she smiled at me. “There was never a day I have never stopped thinking of our family, never a moment I didn’t wish for you and Hope’s happiness just as Jordan Smith had wished for it.” Larissa said as tears escaped her eyes.