The Girl He Craves

Lillian’s pov

I wait for Christopher to drive off before stepping out of the house.

It was late.

And probably way passed that old man’s bedtime. But I had a mission to accomplish.

And the mission was to get Aiden to marry me.

I got into my car and drove off.

Christopher didn’t need to know what I had planned, neither did dad.

I’ll tell them if everything goes as planned.

When I got to Sergio’s place, I pulled up beside the house. The guards stationed at the entrance let me in after a lot of begging on my part.

Apparently Sergio told them to let me in.

I sighed, pushing my hair behind my ears. I opened the compartment and took the small silver object.

Pressing my lips together, I push the

knife in my bag and got out of the car.

I knocked on the door and this time Sergio was the one who opened up for me and not his maid.

“Mr. Harrington.”

“What are you doing here so late Lillian? Does your brother know you’re here?” Sergio’s brows pinched as he let me in.

I shook my head and gave him a polite smile. “No. I came to speak to you Mr. Harrington. My brother and I acted a bit out of order earlier. We were angry. I came here to apologize. I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if I didn’t. ”

He nods stiffly. This was the first time I saw the old geezer without a suit and tie. He was dressed in his pajamas.

asked as

nod. “Yes

me glaring

change his mind. My dad once said this

harm. I didn’t want

maids around?” I asked as I looked

alone.” He responded while making a

turn you away because I have known you since when you were little. If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t make you enter my premises at this time of

sorry Mr. Harrington. I really didn’t

snorted. “Sleep? I haven’t been getting much

“Why are you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s still a no. I won’t

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

cuts me off and

face with me now, only the kitchen island

Aiden. It will only make you do things you’ll

under his as if he had burnt me. It

a stupid pillar in the way.

my grandson is. I fed you more hope. And I’m sorry

looked directly into my eyes. The pity stare made my skin crawl and fueled my fury. “He will never love you. He loves her. Don’t try to fight your way between them Lillian. You’ll be the

fart as I reach for my bag. “What do you know about love, you old

my head pushing me to that edge. That

him, Lillian. I only accepted you tonight

glared at him and

longer feel for your coffee.” I sneered, digging through my bag.

walk you to the door. I hope you’ll think about what I just said. I don’t want to see you be disappointed when he continues

sound of his footfalls nearing and clutched the edge of the knife in my hand.

up and when he’s close enough, I fished out the knife and turned around.

painful gasp as the edge of the sharp silver blade puncture through

eyes widen in shock, his face quickly turning