Chapter 20

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CHAPTER 20

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Her lips moved hungrily against his, desperate, needy. Her fingers curled into his bare shoulders, pressing against the deep wounds on his back, but he didn't fucking flinch.

And then because he fucking could he kissed her back. Not because he wanted her.

But because it was easier to let her think she had a chance than to waste his breath telling her otherwise. Fuck, he wanted to poke.

Pathetic.

His fingers twitched.

And then he moved.

His hands gripped her shoulders, hard, and shoved her back with so much force she stumbled, nearly falling on her ass.She gasped, eyes blown wide with shock. But Liam was already swiping the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping her filth off like she was nothing.

Liam wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression blank.

"Get out."

She swallowed, clearly trying to regain control. "Liam"

"I said, get the fuck out."

She opened her mouth, maybe to argue, maybe to beg, but the look in his eyes killed whatever words she had left.

Her lips parted. Then shut.

She swallowed. "Liam, I"

She flinched.

"You kissed me back," she whispered, as if saying it out loud would make it true.

Did I? Or did you just throw yourself at me like a desperate little whore? You don't fucking get it, do you? You are Just another girl who doesn't know when to back off."

She clenched her fists at her sides, biting down on her lip until she tasted blood. She didn't get it. She didn't fucking understand. She was perfect. Beautiful. Desired by every fucking man who laid eyes on her.

So why him?

Why was he always so cold Why couldn't he just fucking see her?. Her nails dug into her palms. She love him but why can't he just noticed her for Fuck sake.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her nails digging into her palms.

"I don't get it," she snapped, her eyes flashing. "I'm beautiful. I'm perfect. Every fucking guy wants me."

"Except me," he cut in, sharp and cold.

"I was transferred to your school," she blurted.

Silence.

Liam's expression didn't change. His body didn't move.

She blinked. "What?"

He turned his head slightly, looking at her over his shoulder.

"You're obsessed with me," he said simply, "Of course you transferred to my school."

His back burned like hell. The deep lashes from his father's whip still bled slightly, soaking into his ruined shirt.

He didn't care.

He grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it with a sharp flick of his lighter. The flame curled, the smoke slithered into his lungs before he exhaled slowly, lazily, like this entire conversation bored the fuck out of him.

He exhaled a thin stream of smoke, crushing the cigarette under his boot before grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.

Paused.

"I don't like you. I never will. So don't fucking fantasize that I do."

Her fists clenched. "I don't understand!"

"Because you're just another spoiled, entitled brat who thinks she can have whatever the fuck she wants."

"Let me make something fucking clear to you, I won't marry you, even though my father wants it. I don't want you. I never will. So stay the fuck away from me."

"FUCK!"

She let out a frustrated scream, grabbing her hair in annoyance.

She stood there, shaking, fists clenched so tightly her manicured nails dug into her palms.

Why?

She was perfect.

Rich. Beautiful. And Sexy.

She had everything. The latest designer clothes, the fastest cars, the best of everything.

People worshipped her. They did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, without question.

He ignored her. Every damn time. Like she was nothing.

.Without thinking, she grabbed it and threw it to the ground. A sharp pain stung her palm glass had sliced through her skin.Her hands trembled as she lifted them, staring at the thin slices on her fingers, the blood trickling down her wrists.

"Young Miss your hand!"

"Just get out!" she snapped

The maid hesitated. "But you're bleeding"

"Did I fucking stutter" she snarled, her fingers digging into her hair, gripping, tugging anything to keep herself from losing her fucking mind. "I said, GET OUT!"

The maid flinched, her face paling before she bowed slightly and rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Liam gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his knuckles turning white as he sped down the road. He exhaled sharply, ignoring the pain as he pressed harder on the gas.

Minutes later, he pulled into the long, winding driveway of his mansion. The towering iron gates opened as he approached, and he drove through without hesitation.

He killed the engine and stepped out.

"Welcome home, Young Master," a maid greeted, bowing slightly.

Liam didn't respond. He barely acknowledged her as he strode inside, heading straight for his room.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, he reached for the hem of his shirt and ripped it off, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Blood.

Dark crimson streaks ran down his toned abs, dripping onto the marble tiles.

He turned to his closet, grabbing a small first aid kit from the shelf. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he pulled out a disinfectant wipe and pressed it against the wounds.

Fuck.

His teeth clenched as a sharp sting shot through his skin. The pain barely registered he was used to it. It was nothing compared to what he had endured before.

Once the wounds were cleaned and bandaged, he stood, tossing the first-aid kit aside. He ran a hand through his hair before heading toward the bathroom.

The second he stepped in, he turned on the cold shower.

Water poured down from the rainfall showerhead, drenching his body instantly. The icy temperature shocked his muscles.

The water ran down his face, his shoulders, tracing every line of his sculpted abs, mixing with the dried blood

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

Moments passed before he finally turned off the water. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, droplets still trailing down his skin as he stepped out.

A sudden knock at the door made him pause.

"Young Master, your food is ready," the maid's voice came from the other side.

Liam sighed, running another hand through his wet hair before walking toward the door. He pulled it open, his cold gaze meeting the maid's wide eyes.

She froze.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as her eyes betrayed her lowering, on his bare chest, the hard planes of his abs, the water still dripping down his skin.

She swallowed thickly before quickly looking away, stepping into the room with a silver tray. She set it down on his table, the aroma of fresh food filling the air. A plate of steak, mashed potatoes, and buttered asparagus sat beside a steaming cup of coffee.

"Thank you." His voice was low, unreadable.

The maid bowed, still avoiding his gaze, before turning on her heel and walking toward the door.

He grabbed a black silk nightshirt and slipped it on, the fabric cool against his damp skin. He strode toward the table, settling into the chair.

He picked up the fork, taking a bite of the steak chewing slowly, but he felt nothing.

His appetite was gone.

With a sigh, he pushed the plate away and reached for the coffee instead, bringing the cup to his lips.

He walked over, his fingers brushing over the cold black and white keys..

I stand in the dark, I don't try to leave,

The doors are wide open, but I've lost the key.

They gave me a name, they gave me a crown,

But they never gave a damn if I drowned.

A sharp inhale, fingers pressing harder on the keys.

No one hears the screams inside,

No one sees the war I hide.

I'm breaking, I'm fading, I'm slipping away, And they still tell me to smile, to be okay.

They say I'm a king, they say I'm a prize,

But all I see in the mirror are lies.

They carve their name into my skin,

Call it duty, call it sin.

No one hears the screams inside,

No one sees the war I hide.

I'm breaking, I'm fading, I'm slipping away,

And they still tell me to smile, to be okay.

He chuckled, low and deep, as he leaned back in his chair, the cigarette between his fingers.

Lily.

He wasn't supposed to think about her. But here he was, lips curving into an amused smile, remembering the way she had stumbled into him earlier that day. The way her soft body had pressed against his, warm and delicate so fucking different from everything else in his world.

And her scent.

It wasn't like those thick, suffocating perfumes the other girls drenched themselves in those made him sick, made him recoil. But Lily? She smelled like heaven. Soft. Sweet. Like milk and something pure.

And his body liked it.

More than he should.

His fingers twitched as he brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow drag, letting the nicotine burn into his lungs.

He groaned under his breath, rubbing a hand over his face.

He let out a slow breath, tapping the ash off his cigarette, his mind already

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The dining room was massive, the kind of grand, elegant space. A long, polished table stretched across the room, lined with expensive chairs. .

And the food..

Golden roasted chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, thick cuts of steak, fresh fruit, and warm bread that smelled so damn good it made my stomach grumble painfully.

I clutched my stomach, feeling slightly embarrassed by the loud growl, but the maid standing nearby only bowed with a polite smile.

"Enjoy your meal, my lady." Her voice was soft,

I hesitated, glancing at the empty chair at the head of the table.

"What about Lucifer?" I asked

The maid lowered her gaze slightly before responding. "He isn't back yet, my lady. He instructed me to take care of you. He'll be back very late."

I frowned, poking at the napkin beside my plate. Damn it. I just missed him..

Not that I was supposed to care. I wasn't supposed to want him around, wasn't supposed to feel this strange emptiness when he wasn't near. But I did.

I sighed. "Okay, thanks."

The maid blinked, a surprise crossing her face. Maybe she hadn't expected me to be polite.

I tilted my head, studying her. "What's your name?"

"Lilith" She muttered.

I shrugged. "It suits you."

"You honor me, my lady." She bowed slightly, keeping her expression composed.

I motioned toward the chair next to me. "Join me."

"No need, my lady. I've already eaten."

I nodded, accepting her response. Of course, she wouldn't sit. She wasn't allowed to.

Fine. I'd eat alone. Again.

I reached forward, grabbing a plate of creamy pasta and grilled chicken. The moment the warm, rich flavors hit my tongue, I let out a small, satisfied sigh.

"Ugh. This is delicious."

Lilith said nothing, simply watching as I ate in silence.

I glanced at the empty seat across from me again, running my fingers over the silver fork.

Lucifer's seat.

Why the fuck did I feel so lonely?

I pushed the thought aside, focusing on my meal. The warmth of the food settled in my stomach,.

When I was finally full, I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my stomach slightly. "I think I ate too much."

Lilith stepped forward, reaching for my plate. "Young master said you should sleep and not worry about him."

I swallowed, glancing at her. "Did he say that?"

She nodded.

I stood up slowly, watching as Lilith cleared the table "Fine."

I turned, walking toward the staircase. Each step felt heavier than the last.

When I reached my room, I sighed, shutting the door behind me.....

She stared at the ceiling, her body restless as she towed around her bed.

It was boring, Too boring.

Her fingers clenched the silk sheets as she turned again, her eyes turned toward the clock on the nightstand.

11:04 PM.

Wasn't he back yet?

Her chest tightened.

Where the hell was he?

She tried not to think about it. Tried to close her eyes, but sleep wouldn't come.She hated how restless she felt, how her chest felt tight with something she didn't want to name. He had told her he'd be back late, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

And just as her lids finally fluttered shut.The door creaked open.

Her breath caught.

Her lips parted, her pulse quickening as she pushed herself up. "Lucifer…" she breathed.

She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, inhaling deeply.

The scent of him, burnt wood and

Alcohol.

She frowned.

He froze for a moment, clearly not expecting her reaction. Then, he chuckled a deep, amused sound—l

as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. His fingers brushed through her hair.

Her grip tightened. She missed him. Missed his warmth, his presence.

"Where were you?" she murmured

Lucifer didn't answer immediately. His fingers traced lazy circles down her spine,

When he finally spoke "Missed me, little thing?"

She pulled back slightly, her brows furrowing as she stared up at him. "You're late," she accused, her arms still around his neck.

He smirked. "I told you I would be, didn't I?"

Her gaze flicked down, her nose scrunching slightly. "Why do you smell like alcohol?"

. "Had a drink."

She folded her arms, stepping back. "Are you drunk?"

He tilted his head, amused. "No." A pause. "Just a little drink."

Her jaw tightened. "You were busy drinking while I was…"

She stopped herself.

Lucifer's dark gaze narrowed slightly. "While you were…?"

She sucked in a breath.

Waiting.

His smirk deepened, like he could read her fucking mind.

"I told you I'd be late, little thing," he murmured.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as his touch trailed lower, to her throat, to the bare skin just above her collarbone.

"You should sleep," he said, his tone lazy. "It's late."