Lillian's pov

'Everything will be okay Lillian." Christopher’s hands reach out to touch my fisted hands on my thighs. I moved them away from his touch and looked out the window.

’ You can't guarantee that Chris,* I grumble under my breath.

I could feel Aiden slipping through my fingers.

And I was very certain it was all because of that whore Sophie. Why did she have to have his baby?

If I had known, I would've faked a pregnancy sooner. But now it's too late to act pregnant for him. The last time we slept together was months ago and sure sometimes it only takes once to impregnate someone, but Aiden wasn’t stupid.

I grit my teeth.

Christopher sighed, patting my fisted hand. "Calm down."

I can't calm down. I want to gauge that whore's eyeballs from her socket.

'Dad's coming back tonight. You up for a family dinner tonight?’ He asked, trying to stray the conversation away from the current topic.

’If my shift ends early at the hospital then yes," I grumble.

'Good. I think we can cheer you up."

I fisted my hands tightly as I sneered. "Why would you two need to cheer me up? You know Sergio won't change his mind, don't you?" I turn to flash him a glare.

If I can't have Aiden then that whore Sophie won't either.

make sure

really need to calm down. Did I not promise you that you and Aiden will get married? I

can force them to do anything? Sergio was the only capable

back and watch the show unfold okay? I promise to make sure you get your happily ever

promised with a

and nodded. I

’And you must've

He was right, dad isn’t someone

can I

we

to budge and go forth with the plan, my future with Aiden was practically none existent. I couldn’t let that bitch Sophie win and gain the

I swung the door open, I looked at Chris over the roof of the car. ’How can you tell me to calm down right now? You heard that old fucker in there! He's not

you think I have another plan up my fucking sleeves!? I only went to speak with that old

frowned. "You and dad?" I asked him in

"Do you really think we'd make someone hurt our princess? We re going to make

really hope they can get rid

* Family Dinner*

as his hand rested on the

red silk dress, dad's favorite

house. It was empty of maids. Dad usually didn't

asked while lifting the wine bottle. It was a costly wine. Dad loved anything with an expensive

’I don't think the wine

as we entered the dining area. The table is already set with food the maids must've already placed before dad

where dad sat.

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