Lillian Salvatore Novels & Stories

"You're not the first woman to attempt seducing Salvatore directly. But you are one of the few who survived the attempt unharmed. He has a very permanent solution for women who fail to understand his boundaries." A chill ran down my spine as I thought back to my encounters with Salvatore. First in his office, then in the car today. How had I survived when others hadn't? What had been different about my approach? "The fact that you're still breathing tells me he sees some potential in you," Lilith continued. "But that protection won't last if you keep making amateur mistakes." She stood and walked to a closet I hadn't noticed before, pulling out several garments that barely qualified as cloth

Lillian dragged her feet as she turned around slamming her in the wall. I looked at Lillian as she took her frustration on Brittany. Revenge? Did Brittany fuck someone that she liked? But Lillian doesn't like anyone she can't like anyone because her mate died 6 years ago while trying to save her and she is still not really over his death, so who is Brittany talking about? I looked at Asher and he was looking at Lillian sadly. I looked at them and Brittany who has long since passed out, something is definitely going on under my nose and I have to find out what.

“Who the hell does she think she is?” She dropped onto the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes burning with rage. She couldn’t believe the confidence in Lillian’s voice. The nerve! Seven years ago, after she and Williston had taken everything from Lillian—her company. Lillian disappeared without a word. They thought she had broken down completely. Maybe she ran away to hide, or worse… maybe she was dead. But now? Not only was Lillian alive—she had come back as a storm. And to make things worse, she had married Williston’s older brother, Sebastian Barker, the cold, powerful billionaire who ran an empire ten times bigger than theirs.

“You’re a damn ghost.” She giggled. “And yet here I am.” “Why did you reach out?” I asked, voice low. “Last I heard, you were halfway across Europe pulling strings for your little scholarship scams.” Lillian leaned forward, her voice a whisper laced in sugar. “Because you and I both want the same thing, Ivy. To bring down Laura.” My eyes narrowed. She smiled wider. “I’ve been reading,” she continued. “Following everything about her. The billionaire marriage. The scandals. The power. I want in.”

The kitchen was very quiet. “Victor didn’t only take me from my family,” Lillian said. “He took you from yours.” She said it with a precision that was not cold but was not soft either. Simply accurate, in the way that Lillian was accurate when she stripped away the performance entirely and spoke from the part of herself that had been built in institutional rooms by twelve years of having nothing to soften the truth with. “Yes,” I said. “And Marsh is finding her.” “She’s looking,” I said. “She said she believes Sophia is alive.”

Damn it, why did it have to be the Phantom Kid? I reach for my handbag—and the knife inside it—and slowly make my way toward Anthony. “Anthony, sweetie, what are you talking about. My name’s not Sarah. It’s Jennifer, Jennifer Donner. You know that.” “No, it’s not. You’re Sarah Killian,” he says, as I step up to him. Even though I’m not a particularly tall person, I still loom over this little kid, and knowing what I’m about to have to do makes him seem even smaller. “Your name is Sarah Killian, and you are about to kill me.”

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

Focus. We moved through the room, shaking hands, smiling when necessary. A couple of promising contacts. Nothing revolutionary. Then, Luca suddenly stopped mid-sentence. “What?” I asked, half-distracted by a potential investor across the room. He didn’t answer right away. His eyes were sharp, and his smirk had vanished. “Don’t hate me, man… but you’re gonna want to see this.” I followed his line of sight. And there she was. Lillian had just returned from the direction of the restrooms. Her face looked composed, polite. But it was her body language that struck me like a fist, stiff shoulders, tense jaw, the way she angled slightly away from the man standing far too close to her.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Seraphina would be revealed for what she really was,corrupt, manipulative, and dangerously shrewd,by Lillian's prepared maneuver. The time had come to defeat her. Damon saw his computer screen flutter from the other side of the building, warning him of the email Lillian had just sent. Even though he had been keeping an eye on the situation at the office all day, he hadn't anticipated it getting out of hand so rapidly. He felt a chilly rush of adrenaline as everything started to come together. Even though he was aware that Lillian had been preparing this, he couldn't help but worry how far she was prepared to go after witnessing it happen in real time.