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.

coffee?” He asked as

smiled and

the kitchen,

unlikely that he would change his mind. My dad once said this man was stubborn

might cause Aiden harm. I didn’t

maids around?” I asked as I looked

night here. I rather be alone.” He responded while making a beeline for

have known you since when you were little. If you were

sighed and placed my bag on the countertop. “I’m sorry Mr. Harrington. I really didn’t

“Sleep? I haven’t been getting

you here Lillian? If this

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

off and takes

now, only the kitchen island separating

and squeezes it. “This path. This sick path. This sick obsession you have with Aiden. It will only make you do things you’ll regret. You need to

pulled my hand out under his as if he had burnt me. It fucking felt

just a stupid pillar in the way.

his head dipping. “I should’ve seen how far this obsession you have with my grandson is. I fed you more hope. And I’m

never love you. He loves her. Don’t try to fight your way between

love, you

a voice in my head

I only accepted you tonight so I could try to

him

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

what I just

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

down so he’d catch up and when he’s close enough, I fished out the knife and

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

shock, his face

himself for