R K Lilley Breaking Him Novels & Stories

“Really.” Something in his voice must’ve landed, because Lila’s expression shifted as she straightened slightly. His dad clapped a hand against the railing. “Great game,” he called. “Hell of a performance.” Ryder nodded once, distracted—and then, without overthinking it, he stepped in closer and slid his arm around Lila’s waist. “We, uh—” He exhaled. “We broke up.” Mason barked out a laugh immediately. “Of course you did—”

The next clip showed her faking a heart attack to scam some other rich guy out of a sports car. "No... turn it off!" Juliana screamed, her face white as a sheet. The final clip was just audio. Her voice, on the phone with a friend after the Volkovs threw her out. Broke and desperate. "I miscarried. The kid wasn't enough to make him stay... I have to go back to New York. That idiot Lorenzo is still hung up on me. He's the Don now. I'm going back to get what's mine." "Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!" she shrieked, lunging for the control booth, but it was too late.

Evelyn tried to block me, but I shot back at her, "How are you going to handle the fallout when everyone saw her deliver a stillborn?" Evelyn clammed up fast. As I walked away, I caught her reflection in the wall, sneakily making a call. That was probably to Sean. However, Sean had just taken a nasty fall down the stairs. He was sprawled out, unable to move, nursing what had to be a broken arm or leg. That wimp, too scared to even deal with a little pain, would not be picking up the phone. Bennett and his mom gave me suspicious looks as I walked out of the operating room, still pregnant.

“but only because you just confirmed that there's indeed a will.” Mr Laurent's face fell immediately, realizing what he'd just done. Then Raphael stood, and flicked the cigarette away and began pacing. Every atom of amusement gone from his face now because he'd just confirmed that whatever loyalty this lawyer had pledged to Atlas, must be close to a blood oath. He nodded once. "One part down, one more to go.” He muttered to himself, holding on to that as his price. Because now he knew he wasn't chasing shadows or a rumor.

This room once held the photo I had begged for. Now, there was nothing left. He suddenly remembered the way I had torn the photo apart that day. I had been calm, frighteningly so. Loki covered his face, his shoulders trembling. "She really doesn't want me anymore…"

she muttered. "I'm not sleeping," I replied. "It's not much different." Noah sighed softly. "Lily…" "What?" She rolled her eyes. Then— For some reason— Noah picked up the remote. "If you're bored, just watch TV." "Go ahead," Lily said quickly. The TV turned on. At first, there was only the sound of commercials. Then— It changed. "Breaking news—" The voice immediately filled the room. "The assault case against the Blackwood heir, Lucian Blackwood—"

That's quite serious damage. Damn it! Why did I tell him that?! Now I've worried him. Lilli - *I've seen a doctor and they taped my ribs but said nothing more can be done; I just have to rest for now. Hence bath. * Drake - *Well I'm glad they are taking care of you. Oh, I've been meaning to ask, can I have a picture of you for my phone? * What?!

Caden was just coming in till he saw Tiffany Talking to someone on the phone and decided to eavesdrop on her. “You dumb motherfucker! You can't do anything right how hard it it for you to get a simple job done” Tiffany on the phone “Im sorry ma'am I don't know what happened someone just shot one of our men in the head from behind.” “Well if you don't find another plan in the next 24 hours you'll be the one next who gets shot in the head” Tiffany said in the phone

That stung more than a confession would’ve. “You told them I had a missing twin so you could see how I’d break?” “No,” he said calmly. “To see if your uncle would panic.” Ah. So it was never about me breaking. It was about watching where the cracks formed around me. “My uncle didn’t panic,” I said. “No,” Leo replied, eyes narrowing. “He was afraid.” That truth sat like cold iron in my stomach. Before I could ask anything else, Lucas joined us, sweat darkening his shirt, his breathing steady but sharp. He looked between us like he’d walked into a conversation that could burn a kingdom down.

“It was her voice.” “She’s not the one who raised you.” “No,” Lyla said. “She’s the one who broke me.” “And now you get to break her back.” Lyla looked up at him. A glint of something wild in her silver eyes. “No,” she whispered. “I’m going to make her watch me win.”