Lydia Hu Parents Novels & Stories

“Let’s just say Lydia and I have been scavenging for a while. We’re good at finding things Dylan doesn’t want us to have.” As Mimi worked on Liam, Mia and Lydia stepped outside to talk. “What’s your story?” Mia asked, studying the other woman. Lydia’s expression hardened. “Dylan destroyed my family. My brother tried to stand up to him, and…” She looked away, her voice faltering. “I’ve been looking for a way to bring him down ever since.” Mia felt a surge of empathy. “Then we have something in common. He’s taken everything from me, too.”

I had no idea who my parents were or why they chose to abandon me and Stephan only grew with his father and his adopted mother slash maid slash professional killer. This Lydia was raised by parents who were never satisfied with her accomplishments. In the end we all had a history of dysfunctional families except mine did not want me. Stephan turned to face me, his eyes intense. He was about to tell me something but I could see the reluctance in his eyes. I waited. "I learnt my mother's name today from my uncle, her name was Meg," He told me in a solemn tone. That was good news. Right? It meant that Mr. Void could be kept at bay for now.

“This is a happy new year, indeed!” I’m still shell-shocked even as we have tea together and chat. They don’t veer toward the questions I truly want answering, and there’s so much I want to say and ask. Lydia seems well-versed in everything, apparently she comes from old money but her husband drained her inheritance before splitting when he heard of her cancer. “You’re stronger than most women; I see where Leia gets it from,” I say with a wink and she blushes along with her daughter. “Not to mention the beauty, too.”

“And this must be your new girlfriend, Lynda?” “Lydia.” I answered before Lyric spoke something in front of his parents that he would later regret. I cast a glance towards Lyric’s parents’ under my lashes to find they were both frowning, but there was something in his mother’s eyes that told me she recognized me. “Lydia McKenzie.” The atmosphere changed instantly as soon as I told them my last name. “McKenzie? As in, Senator McKenzie’s daughter?” It was Lyric’s mother who spoke first as she looked at her husband with wide eyes. Realization dawned on his face an instant later and both of them came forward to greet us.

his father added. Those two words immediately made dread settle deeper inside me. “What now?” Dylan asked sharply. His father exhaled slowly before continuing. “Lydia knew about the fraud.” Silence crashed through the room again. “What?” I whispered. “She helped hide parts of it,” he explained carefully. “That’s likely why she became desperate once investigators closed in.” Dylan looked furious now. “So tonight” he started coldly. “Wasn’t only about jealousy,” his father finished quietly. “It was panic.” My hands started trembling slightly in my lap again because suddenly tonight’s chaos looked even darker than before.

my mother intervened just as happy as my sister. Being the Queen's best friend, they were truly inseparable. Sometimes my mother would tell me that she and Lydia treated each other like sisters. They easily confided their problems, talked without honorific and without worrying about all the codes that our society imposed on us, especially since we were women. I remembered that they had originally met in the gardens of the Royal Palace. Lydia had arrived from Dracoris to meet her future husband, Harlan VI. It was a political marriage to strengthen the ties between Edios and Dracoris. She was the second child of three: she had an older brother who would succeed her father and a younger sister,

"I'm sure she can find a mate if she stops acting like an idiot." Lydia's face twisted in an instant, her sweet scent curdling into a sour, metallic tang. "Aria! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" David's face flushed a furious, ugly red, his posture swelling in outrage. "Aria! How dare you?!" Aria merely shrugged, her tone casual and unbothered. "David, why are you getting so worked up anyway? It's not like she's your own blood." Lydia was Gina's love child from a previous relationship—something this family tried to sweep under the rug.

Lydia looked at both of them again. “But you guys…” She frowned. “First of all, you guys are so cute and beautiful that I definitely don’t think I’m the one who birth you guys.” Eli blinked. “What?” “And second,” she continued, looking genuinely confused, “you are probably six or five. How would I have kids of such age? Such big children.” Ava’s mouth fell open. Lydia suddenly seemed embarrassed. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” She looked between them. “I’m only in my early twenties.”

she smiled, "He inspires us a lot." "Dylan tries. I doubt he'll still keep his cool towards him after this incident." "What about you?" Louisa asked. "What about me?" Lydia reflected. "How...how was your past like?" Lydia smiled a little, "It's almost a blur. The most I can remember is that Joan saved me from the hands of the orphanage. It used to be just my mum and me before she died. She was one of those who gave everything when they loved someone and had nothing when they left." She heavily exhaled. "Can't remember much since I was just a kid back then. I apologize, I overheard your conversation with him," she looked up at the starless dark sky, "Somehow, just like you, I'm mad he didn't

She studies him for sometime. “You are stubborn.” He laughs happily, eyes curving into narrow slits and dimples deepens. Across the city, Lydia stands before Lucian in his study. Her white dress flows softly around her as she lowers her gaze,eyes reddened as if she had been bullied. “She has a past,” Lydia said gently. “She was rebellious… difficult. Our parents exiled her for six years. Now she returns and targets everything I have ,my career… our family’s love.”