The One That Got Away Novel Lila And Blake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I forced myself to stay calm, but my voice shook with frustration. “I lost them. Ria and Lilly—they gave me the slip at the mall. I thought I had them covered, but there was a call about a disturbance, and when I got back, they were gone. Staff says they exited through the back. I checked the alley—no sign, no scent. Nothing.” A pause. I could almost hear Lex grinding his teeth on the other end. “They used a scent blocker,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Of course they did. Ria. Typical Ria. She is going to be in serious trouble when I get my hands on her."

"We should get going, people are going..." "Everyone is wondering where you guys are...ooh my God is he dead?" Lily asked scared. "No, just passed out. Let's get going, you heard her!" Bailey led the way outside. And so just like that, Tessa and Blake's love hit a dead end for real this time and she took one long look at him before she joined Gideon. She had no regrets. As a person her happiness was of great importance and at that moment it belonged with Gideon. The butler had the guards carry Blake to the back porch where he was tucked in the back of an SUV and he personally drive it out of the compound.

“Because you don’t look happy, Lila. You haven’t looked happy in months.” The words hit harder than they should have. “Wedding planning is stressful. That’s normal.” “It’s not the wedding planning.” He leaned forward, his voice low enough that only I could hear over the hiss of the espresso machine and the chatter of other customers. “Lila, he left you at the altar for a paper cut.” “He didn’t know it was just a cut—”

I moved through the stacks with the silent precision I’d honed sneaking out of my parents' Manhattan penthouse, my eyes scanning the shadows for a flash of navy blue or a mess of dark hair. I was drowning in guilt. The dance with Sloane at the Biker Ball had been a strategic move—a way to pacify the families—but the look on Lila’s face before she disappeared with Asher had haunted me for the last four hours. I didn't want to be the man who played it safe anymore. I found her in the Restricted Section, tucked behind a rolling mahogany ladder near the pre-Renaissance texts. She was sitting on the floor, her back against a shelf, staring at a blank page in her sketchbook.

Like the brief, terrifying seconds before a lightning strike cracks the sky wide open. Lila cut the engine, her fingers lingering on the steering wheel for a long, quiet moment. She could feel the subtle throb of her own pulse in her throat. She had stripped away her past down in that sterile concrete cell, but she knew the real storm was waiting for her inside the heavy bronze doors of her home. She hadn't left a note. She hadn't taken the primary security detail. She had simply slipped out while the man who ruled New York was recovering from the violent, exhausting unloading of his own protective rage.

You thought that was the end, here's a new beginning of a whole twisted story of "The One That Got Away!!" It all started when a man fell in love with a woman and asked her to marry him after a year or two of being with each other. But that woman found out the truth about that man, that he had a whole wife and kids on the side. Or would she be on the side.

Since she has nothing to do while she has no work, she made herself occupied through writing. Mrs. Johnson was delighted that Harvey has a special place in Sam’s heart. She glanced at the book and saw the title. ‘THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY’ ------------ THE END -----------

A calculated trap designed by him. A marriage contract. Her mind reeled as she tried to find a way out. But she had no choice. If she wanted to avoid the Crawford family’s grip on her, she had to accept his terms. Lilia took a slow breath, her eyes meeting Damian’s. “And if I agree?” she asked, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. Damian’s lips curved in a faint, almost mocking smile. “Then we set the date.” Lilia exhaled shakily. One year. One year to survive this game. But she wouldn’t be the one to lose.

Some people turned and I knew what they were thinking, sick mate making a scene while her future husband held another woman. “Get out,” Ayla begged. “Please. Just get out.” I ran. Before Blake could notice my absence, I’d already reached the hallway leading to the restrooms. A body stepped into my path, Lydia. "Leaving already?" She tilted her head, studying me like something she'd found stuck to her shoe. "But you only just arrived. Didn't you get my invitation?" I stumbled back. Her invitation, not Blake's. She'd sent it. "You did this on purpose," I whispered.

Lily’s POV The rest of the day went by in a blur of emails, meetings, and trying to ignore the lingering looks from employees who were still processing the fact that Lucas Hawke was married. I could hear the whispers, the murmured conversations just out of earshot. It was clear that I was the anomaly in their well-structured world, an unexpected piece in their carefully crafted puzzle.