Mag-log inLillian stirred on the bed as the morning sun rays rested on her face. She exhaled loudly and turned to the other side of the bed as she blinked her eyes open.
It's been a week since Lilian and Alex sealed their union, and it's also been a week since Lillian set her eyes on Alex, even though she now lives in his mansion.
Lillian had been feeling relieved these past few days since she didn't get to set her eyes on Alex. Even though she wasn't happy with the way things turned out, her family is safe.
Her mother is finally able to receive proper treatment. Her brother and best friend are safe.
Lillian had her morning bath and dressed in a short red dress with her hair packed into a messy bun.
She didn't come to the house with any clothes. She just manages the little she was given by Mrs Steele, the housekeeper.
Lillian descended downstairs for breakfast. Her short dress clung to her curves, and her hips swayed from side to side. She was used to the quiet morning, dressing for herself and not having to see Alex.
But as she reached the ground floor, her breath ceased. The dining table was set for two, and the second plate was positioned at the head, Alex’s position.
Her heart pounded quickly. “Oh my God, He’s around.”
“Set the study for Mr Alexander’s meeting this morning,” one of the bodyguards spoke from upstairs.
“He’ss around,” she whispered. Her eyes widened, and she quickly turned to flee to the safety of her room when she stumbled on a hard figure.
Lillian’s foot got caught on the edge of the staircase, and she lost her balance and stumbled. A strong arm gripped her before she hit the floor.
Lillian's eyes widened as she looked up. It was Alex. His arms wrapped her waist, and his grey eyes pierced into hers.
Her eyes slowly moved down to his bare chest and muscles, causing her to swallow hard. His presence had a strong force on her, which caused her to be instantly nervous.
“Be careful, Lillian,” he murmured; his voice was low and deep.
Alex couldn't take his eyes off Lillian. He slowly brushed away some strands of hair from her face, causing a tickling sensation on her skin.
His gaze dropped, tracing the neckline of her dress where the fabric hugged her chest, and he swallowed hard.
Lillian was lost in Alex's gaze. She could perceive his strong cologne mixed with cigarettes, and her breath ceased. She felt chills down her spine.
His face was a few inches away from her, and she felt his warm breath. The way his broad chest seemed to block the world caused her lips to part.
This is a man she is supposed to hate forever and vowed to resist, but she was drowning in him. She felt vulnerable in his arms. She had never seen such a broad chest in her life, and his soothing touch made her feel betrayed.
Her hands pressed against his chest, feeling the heat but he quickly took out her hand from his chest.
Alex leaned closer to Lilian, and his lips slowly brushed hers. But Lillian wasn't that woman. She quickly jerked back.
“Don’t,” she snapped. Balancing her position and smoothing her dress, but the effort to compose herself felt useless. “You don't get to just… appear and do this.”
Alex smirked, Do what exactly?” He asked, licking his lips. His tone was mocking. He stepped closer, closing the distance Lilian had created. “You almost fell hard on the floor,” he whispered.
Lilian swallowed hard, “I wouldn't have if you were not behind me.”
Alex tilted his head, studying her. “Where were you trying to run away from me?” he asked, slowly cupping her chin.
Lillian couldn't respond. Her words were caught in her throat. Alex standing close to her made her feel utterly weak and nervous.
‘Why do I feel this weak? I am supposed to be stronger than this to face him,’ she thought to herself.
Alex whispered, “Am I supposed to beg you to answer me?”
“N…no,” Lilian quickly responded.
Alex moved a few steps away from Lilian. “Good, now let’s go eat breakfast,” he said and walked downstairs.
Lillian shook her head, “I’m not hungry.”
Alex stopped on his steps, and his expression hardened. “It's an order!”
Lillian flinched, her hands clenched into fists. “Well, I didn't ask for this,” she said. She wanted to fire back. To match his strength.
Alex tightened his fist and his jaw clenched. He didn't like to be challenged. “But you’re in it, and you need to start acting like it.” He paused, his eyes locking with Lillan as she bit her lips which seemed to entice him.
He moved closer to Lillian and leaned in towards her ear.
“You are mine now. Act like it. Don’t make me ever repeat myself,” he said and walked away.
Lilian stood frozen with her heart racing. Taking a deep breath, she followed Alex from behind. Alex sat at the head, his posture relaxed yet commanding.
Lilian took her seat next to Alex. Her stomach was filled with fear as she reached for the coffee.
Alex’s eyes narrowed as he watched her, “nervous?” he asked.
“No,” she quickly lied. “I’m just not feeling too hungry,”
“You will need fire to survive this world,” Alex replied.
“What do you mean?” Lillian asked.
Suddenly, a body guard approached and whispered something in Alex’s ear. Alex quickly stood up, tossing the napkin onto the table.
“Stay here,” he ordered, “we’re not done,”
He walked out leaving Lillian alone. She cleached her fist and but her lips.
‘I would find my fire to match Alex’s because of he thought he could just have his way with me, then he should get ready to learn how I could firefly burn’
The house became quiet slowly.Justin left with Clara at eight. They had a way with each other, which they had built up over months. Justin carried Clara's bag without her asking him to. The door closed behind them with a sound, the sound of people who belonged somewhere going home.Michael and Diana said their goodbyes in the entrance hall. Diana hugged Lillian and told her the shop's new window display was the best it had looked.The door closed.Elena was already asleep. She had been asleep since seven, tired out from her birthday, which she had treated like a project and had seen through to the end.The kitchen was clean. Lillian had done most of the cleaning. Alex had done the rest. The cake plate was in the drying rack with some frosting stuck to it, which Lillian would clean tomorrow. The good plates were back on the shelf. The kitchen had returned to its state.Lillian and Alex stood at the window.It had happened without planning. Lillian had come to refill her water glass. A
Michael had been with Diana for three months before he told anyone.the man who had attended dozens of meetings without announcing his presence, who had spent fifteen years being the person in the room that other people forgot to account for. He processed things before he reported them, which meant that by the time he mentioned Diana’s name to Alex, the situation had already passed through several stages of development that Alex had not been informed of.“We’re together,” Michael said. As if this were a simple logistical fact.Alex looked at him.“Diana,” Michael said. “Elena’s doctor. We’re, yes.”“I know who Diana is,” Alex said.“Right.” Michael appeared to be having an internal experience that his face was not fully accommodating. “I’m still slightly…I don’t know why I’m telling you this as if it requires explanation.”“Because you’ve never brought anyone anywhere,” Alex said. “In fifteen years.”Michael was quiet.“Bring her to dinner,” Alex said.Michael looked at him with the
A letter from a law firm arrived on a Monday.It was from a law firm she had never heard of, addressed to Alex. She knew from the way he read it, standing at the kitchen counter and not moving for longer than necessary, that it was not mail.He did not say what it was. She did not ask. She had learned when he would tell her things and when she needed to ask, and this was something he would tell her when he was ready.He made three phone calls before eight-thirty. She heard the way he talked on the phone. The way a man talks to his lawyers is the tone of someone who's prepared for something and is taking care of it.He was in his study for most of Monday.On Tuesday and Wednesday, he was busy. In meetings, she was not part of conversations she understood were necessary. She took care of the shop. She fed Elena. She talked to Justin on the phone about his school project, which was coming up soon.She watched the house, where life was going on as usual even though something was happening
Elena learned to crawl and walk. She liked some legs better than others.Alex’s legs were her favorite.She didn’t think about it. She always went to him when he was near. She would crawl across the room past people and furniture just to reach his legs.He got used to it. Sat where she could find him.He was trying to work on a Wednesday morning.He had a lot to do with the hotel chain and property development. There were papers on the coffee table that he needed to read. He had been reading them for forty minutes.Elena was asleep.Then she woke up.Alex heard her moving. Not crying, just making sounds like she was awake. Wanted someone to know.The housekeeper brought Elena to the living room.Alex looked at his papers.He looked at Elena.Elena looked at him sizing up how far away he was.He put down the papers. Moved to the floor.He sat cross-legged on the rug. Elena crawled to him, grabbed his legs, and pulled herself up.She was very happy.She stood up holding his legs and loo
Jessie came every Saturday.This had started three months after she got out of the facility. At first, it was a text on a Thursday asking if Saturday morning was alright. Jessie was careful with her words because she knew she was asking Lillian, not just assuming it was okay. Lillian said yes, and Jessie came.They did not talk about everything that Saturday. They talked about the coffee. Lillian made coffee, and she always had. Jessie always drank it without saying anything until that Saturday when she said, "Lil, this coffee is really bad."Something changed.Not everything changed, not all at once. Just enough for the morning to feel real instead of fake.They started a routine by the month. Lillian would get to Greys at seven-thirty to open up. Jessie would get there at eight. They would sit at the counter with the coffee for thirty minutes before the first customers came at eight-thirty.It was the two of them in the shop before it got busy.This was not like their friendship. Li
It came on a Tuesday with the rest of the mail.Lillian was going through the mail at the kitchen counter as she does in the mornings. She was separating the bills into those that need attention and those that do not. She was doing this while keeping an eye on Elena, who was in her bouncer trying to figure out how much the tray attachment can hold.The postcard was at the bottom of the pile.Lillian picked it up.It was a card, the kind you buy at a beach. The front of the card had a picture of a place. Buildings made of terracotta on a hill with a kind of light that you only see in the south. Lillian turned it over.There was no return address on the postcard.The postmark said Portugal. Lillian looked at it for a moment. It said “Portugal”, which did not really tell her anything specific, but it gave her a general idea.There were four words written on the card. I found something.There was no name on the postcard.Lillian did not need a name.She stood at the kitchen counter. Read
Lillian stepped out, her beige trench coat dancing behind her. The sun reflected over the sleek jet waiting before her. The kind of sight that felt like a big dream. Just a few months ago, she was pleading for mercy from Alexander, fighting back tears and exhaustion. Now she was boarding his priva
It was a silent ride from the airport to the hotel. Lillian sat quietly, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the black Maybach as she stared at the Eiffel Tower. The view of Paris made her forget every pain that she had felt.She felt relieved and at peace.Alexander Nick sat like a sto
Lillian waved at Jessie and Justin as the elevator door slid shut. Jessie stood frozen in the hallway; her heart was pounding hard enough to hurt. She leaned against the wall and let out a deep breath. It felt like Alex had taken the air with him; like the moment he walked out, something in the pen
It was a Saturday morning, and the sun rose softly, reflecting through the thin curtains of Lillian’s room. Everywhere was quiet, and the only noise was the sound of chirping birds and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Beside her door was a small packed suitcase, which reminded her of her trip







