Romans & histoires My Brilliant Friend Lila

He caught my eye and gave the barest nod. All clear. For now. It happened between one breath and the next. Lila stood on the small dais near her centerpiece, a massive canvas titled “The Light After.” A swirling storm of blacks and grays giving way to radiant gold. Her voice, usually so shy in crowds, rang clear as she explained her inspiration. “Sometimes the dark is really just… waiting for you to be brave enough to turn on the light.” The applause was just starting when the first window shattered. I didn’t hear the gunshot, not at first. Just the explosion of glass, the screams, the sudden chaos as bodies hit the floor.

But Lucian raised a hand, eyes narrowed, sensing something. Then Lila—thinking the silence was fear—burst into triumphant laughter. She threw her hands up in the air, declaring, “It’s over! He’s dead! The North belongs to me!” She turned dramatically to her army. “Let this day be remembered as the day I crushed the legend himself!" As Damian’s body lay motionless on the ground, the dust slowly settled around him. Lila stood tall, triumphant, her arms spread wide like a conquering queen. Her chest rose and fell with pride, and a slow smirk crept onto her face.

a familiar figure jumped into the conversation. Wait! Why is her voice so familiar? I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was disappointed by Dario’s missed fire. I need to see who she was. With all my might, I prayed for my head to move, even an inch would be fine. I just need a window to see her face before I die. And my last wish was fulfilled, when she saw the woman smile sinisterly, “Goodbye, my dearest sister, Selena. If you hadn’t stolen Drake from me, you could have lived longer,” a voice of resentment was heard.

“Her name was Lila. Look at this....” Ana blinked and saw Trevor taking out some photographs. It was a picture of a girl with braces, wide and funky haircut with big giant glasses that was falling off the bridge of her nose. Ana looked at the photographs and was immediately reminded of the girl called Lila who was Adam's new friend when he got to England. She recalled the day she had stumbled upon her text message on Adam's phone and she having a misunderstanding with Adam over those messages. It was difficult to tell if she was the same Lila because she never saw a picture of her as Adam never showed her. But no doubt this wasn't at all any coincidence.

Had he noticed that I’d been tiptoeing around him all evening? Jada tucked one of her long braids behind her ear and bounced on the heels of her feet. “I know you two have already met, but I’m going to introduce you anyway, okay? Brick, this is Lilac, my best friend in the entire world. Lilac, this is Brick, my mate.”

He smirked leaning his face closer to hers. "Even if it cost you, your years long friendship?" Liliana felt several sharp knives being struck at her throat when her ten years long friend simply waved her hand rolling her eyes. "She's just someone I prefer keeping beside me, ordinary face, body and no name of her own except for her father's, she is no match to me that's why I never minded her being my friend, but I do mind you going after her just to win the stupid challenge I offered." Liliana felt like a tub of cold water was shoved over her head, she felt a chill down her spine at her friend's cruel words.

“But I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to. I’m assuming we won’t be expecting Scott tonight then.” It wasn’t a question. I turned away and walked down the stairs to greet the guests that have arrived. The first person I saw wasn’t surprising. Brianna. My best friend. She ran to me, wrapping her arms around me, and nearly knocked me off my feet. I laughed at her excitement. “Oh my goddess, Lila!” She cooed happily, twirling me around. “You look stunning! How do you feel? Do you feel 18?” I sighed, shaking my head.

From the look on her face, it was obvious that she was so excited to see what would happen at the end of it all. Lila had told her that she asked her brother to invite Gavin and his wife; she had to see the expression on their faces firsthand so she could feel some kind of satisfaction. They had no reason to do that, but they picked her up as a victim and continuously trampled upon her. "What about your child?" Arietta asked. Lila needed someone to talk to, but her best friend was nowhere to be seen, so she decided to tell Arietta everything and hope that she was good at keeping secrets.

I said, “and you’ll beg for death long before you get it.” The house purred—actually purred—at their silence. I left them frozen. Rory held her on the bed, silver hair spilling like liquid moonlight, lips soft and parted, the bare column of her throat begging for a mark that belonged to me. To us. I imagined her saying my name—hoarse, ruined, wrecked—and filed it away. Lila edged forward, hand out, voice cracking. “Please… she’s my best friend.” Of course we knew that. We had always heard of our little sister best friend. The one that was insanely smart but shamed for no bloodline. Rhea Morgan.

She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms, her eyes hovering over me like I was a puzzle she’d already solved. “Intimately,” she said, her tone shifting to confidence. “I’m Lila. Serena’s best friend. We’ve been through hell together - club nights, bad dates, worse bosses. She talks about you, you know. The creepy billionaire who thinks he can buy her over with a dress and diamonds.” Her words hit like a gut punch, the reveal slicing through my defenses. Serena had confided in her about my proposal. Sweat broke into my face, a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. “Did she tell you about… that night?” I asked, my voice low.