The One That Got Away Novel Lila And Blake Novels & Stories

It only got worse after asking that lowlife to stay in the same room as her. It seems like having Lila stay close to the people was not the best option. I start to plot a way to get her out of that place. She needs to leave before she ruins all of my plans without even trying. A knock sounds on my door and I know it is Fiona and Lila. I remain on the bed waiting for who will snap and push open the door themselves. That will be the first example of the day. I sit in silence and I watch time go by as I wait for their patience to finish.

You have to side with me on this, Blake! She looked at him pitifully, almost wanting to lean into his arms. Blake's expression changed at her words, and he pushed her away like she was something dirty. Then, he grabbed a napkin and started wiping the wine off me. He looked upset as he asked, "How did you end up getting wine all over you when I was only away for a minute?" Lila was taken aback by his words and actions. Only then did she realize he wasn't there for her, but for me.

A map of trouble that would not end at an empty parking lot. I set the phone down gently, fingers lingering on the cool glass. The knife was still in my palm. Somewhere behind my ribs the other Lila... the one who wanted a soft life and an honest family tree...,shook. Serena smiled in her place. The game had started. So had the hunt.

LILIANA'S POV There was total silence in the dining room. I fixed my eyes on the guard. The guard returned the stare. I honestly believed for a second that I had misheard him. My documents? Which files? I had never entered the council archives at all. Why would someone steal documents that are related to me? The question took root in my mind right away. heavy. uncomfortable. Darian pushed his chair back slowly. His gray eyes narrowed a little.

Now, nothing. Back at the apartment, Lila arrived, her eyes wide. “Justin, her laptop’s gone, her nursing books too. This isn’t just a walk—she’s gone.” She found a crumpled paper in the trash, a grocery list in Kayla’s neat handwriting, but on the back, scrawled: Can’t keep breaking. My heart stopped. Her emotional weight—Claire’s betrayal, Sophie’s ghost, the endless headlines—had driven her away.

I lean in until my lips are inches from her ear. “You’re going to lose everything,” I whisper. “The money he promised you? Gone. The status you craved? Destroyed. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you had stayed in the gutter where I found you. Now, get out of my sight before I decide that a slap from my aunt wasn't enough of a punishment.” Lila doesn't say a word. She turns and runs. She trips on the grass, scrambles up, and keeps running until she disappears.

Like the air before a storm, except the storm had already happened and none of us understood what had drawn the lightning down. Lila stayed kneeling near the fence. She had not moved since the sedan disappeared. Her backpack sat on the ground beside her, half open, a spiral notebook visible between a hoodie and a water bottle. She stared at the broken device as though it had said something to her that the rest of us had missed. Rory crouched beside her. “Lila.” No answer. “Look at me.” Lila did. Her face was pale. Too pale. “I thought they were going to take me,” she said.

Chapter 20: Lilian POV: I was completely disconnected from the outside world, fully focused on my mission. Eli-Dad had miraculously regained his ability to stand and was considering leaving. Gently, I assisted him in getting up and encouraged him to take a few steps, but to our amusement, he tumbled back onto his bed. We couldn't help but burst into laughter, relieved that he hadn't hurt himself.

Liam All I want to do is be left alone. Couldn’t they fucking see that? Or do they get off on my misery? Dale and his gang of closeted assholes got me as I walked to my car, clocking me one in the nose before I could even register what was happening.

I told her hoping my words would make her stay but she was adamant "I'm sorry, just go home before the storm starts and try not to get a ticket" Lila pleaded with me "This is Paris Lila, I don't know where home is"I argued "The location is already saved on the GPS just follow the instructions and you'll be at your cozy apartment in no time, "She told me with a smile "Lila--------"Lila ran off before I could finish my sentence. Lila Blackwood, a professional architect who left a busy New York for Paris was leaving me all alone in the middle of a storm with only a GPS to direct me home. Wasn't that grand?