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CHAPTER 23
#unedited…
Lily froze, What. The. Fuck.
Her breath hitched, her entire body turning ice cold as she stood there, completely paralyzed. She swore her heart stopped beating for a second.
Her brain refused to function. Her legs felt weak. Her throat went dry. Every single fucking person in the auditorium was staring at her.
Hundreds of students sat frozen in their seats, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. Some girls had their hands clamped over their lips like they were about to faint.
The school's most untouchable, most worshiped, most fucking hot bad boy, down on one knee, holding out a single deep red rose.
His expression stayed calm, cold, and fucking serious.
And that made it worse.
Her stomach clenched so hard she felt sick.
Her throat worked up a response to something anything, but nothing came out.
Her mind instantly went to Lucifer.
She belonged to him.
Didn't she?
She wasn't allowed to say yes.
She couldn't say yes.
But…
She also couldn't say no.
"Uhmm…"
She shook her head slightly, her vision blurring for a second.
"I'm sorry, Liam, but… I can't date you. Please."
She gently placed her hand over his, her fingers brushing against his rough, calloused skin, pleading.
She wanted to be careful. Wanted to say the words softly, so he wouldn't take it the wrong way.
But the second the words left her lips
"DID THIS BITCH JUST TURN LIAM DOWN?!"
"WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST SAY?!"
"NO FUCKING. WAY."
"FUCK YOU, BITCH!" someone screamed.
He raised his gaze back to hers, "Why?" He said.
"I never thought I'd fall in love with anyone but fuck," he continued, his lips curving into "I can't help falling for you. Every. Single. Day."
Before she could say a single word He leaned down. His fingers brushed against her wrist.
And he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss against her forehead. He pulled back slightly, tilting his head.
And patted her head.
"It's fine." His voice dropped, a little bit sad"I can wait until you're ready."
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"Why her?"
"This can't be fucking happening."
"What the actual fuck does he see in her?"
So, without another glance in his direction, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the auditorium, her hands clenched into tight fists.
"You little bitch."
Lily froze.
There, standing just a few feet away, was Rose, the girl she had met earlier.
And she was furious.
"What the fuck did you do to him?" she hissed.
Lily blinked. "What?"
Sienna scoffed, shaking her head. "Don't fucking play dumb, bitch."
Lily stiffened. What the hell was this girl's problem?
"Liam has never looked at any girl the way he looks at you. So tell me, what the fuck did you do?"
"I didn't do anything to him."
. "Oh, please. Do you expect me to believe that? I've known Liam for years. Years, bitch. And in all that time, he's never given a single fuck about any girl. Not one. But you?" She let out a bitter laugh. "You waltz in here like some fucking innocent little princess, and suddenly, he's looking at you like you ."
"So tell me, sweetheart, how exactly did you do it? Huh?" Did you spread your legs for him, Drug him? Manipulate him??"
"Excuse me?" Lily snapped.
"I knew it. You're just another desperate slut trying to climb the social ladder."
"I didn't do anything to him," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I don't even want him."
"Let me give you some advice,Stay the fuck away from him.You heard me, bitch."
She walked out of the building. The cool breeze hit her face the moment she stepped outside, but before she could fully take a deep breath
Her gaze landed on him.
Damien.
Leaning casually against his sleek black car, one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting his sunglasses as the sunlight hit his sharp, chiseled features just right, making him look like a model straight out of a high-end magazine.
Dressed in an all-black designer suit, his smile deepening as his sharp eyes traced over her, Then, in one fluid motion, he pushed off the car, stepping forward as he reached for the door handle.
Her breath hitched, but before she could react, he shut the door, circling around the car before sliding into the driver's seat.
Damien tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "You look like you've got shit on your mind," he noted casually. "Something happen?"
Lily hesitated.
Her fingers curled against her skirt,
"It's nothing," she muttered, staring out the window.
Damien hummed. "okau."
She huffed, but she didn't argue. Because, well he was right.Still, she didn't say anything.
The moment they arrived at the mansion, the heavy iron gates opened like they had been expecting her, the guards bowing their heads as Damien pulled up in front of the massive estate.
Before she could even move, one of the maids was already there, her head bowed low in respect.
"Miss."
Lily barely had time to process it before the maid reached for the door, pulling it open
He was there.
Lucifer.
Seated in one of the dark leather chairs inside the grand living room, one leg crossed over the other, a book resting lazily in his hand as if he had all the time in the world. But he wasn't reading.
Oh, no.
He was waiting.
For her.
His cold, silver eyes lifted the second she stepped inside, pinning her to the fucking floor with just one glance.
The air shifted.
His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his posture the slight clench of his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the book just a little too tightly told her everything she needed to know.
He wasn't pleased.
"Lucifer," she breathed,
"Come here."
Slowly so fucking slowly, her eyes lifted, and there he was. Seated in the grand leather chair, a book resting in his hand, his fingers drumming against the cover in lethal silence. But his eyes.
Those black eyes locked onto her
A shiver crawled down her spine, every nerve in her body on high alert.
Did he know?
Did he fucking know?
Her stomach tightened, her heart pounding against her ribs like a war drum. She should move. She should fucking say something. But her body wouldn't cooperate, her feet rooted to the damn floor like she was a rabbit caught in a lion's gaze.
Then
Lucifer moved.
Fast.
Before she could even blink, his hand shot out, grabbing her waist, yanking her forward with brutal ease.
A soft gasp slipped past her lips, but he didn't give a fuck.
His grip tightened, his fingers digging into the curve of her waist as he pulled her in, flush against him, his face lowering his nose brushing against her neck.
And then
He inhaled..
His warm breath fanned against her skin, . His hold on her body was firm, commanding, as if daring her to move.
His brows furrowed slightly.
Then his eyes darkened.
Something flickered across his face. Something cold.
"You don't smell the same."
She swallowed, but the lump in her throat refused to go down.
His other hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Milky," he muttered, his lips ghosting over her skin. "And something else."
His grip tightened.
"But it's not yours."
She froze.
His jaw clenched as his gaze traveled to her cheek, where the faint redness of the slap still lingered. His fingers twitched, his control slipping.
Who the fuck touched you?" he asked
She hesitated, her lips parting, but no words came out.fingers traced the faint mark on her cheek, and she flinched at the contact.
She forced a small, nervous smile. "It's nothing, Lucifer," she said, shaking her head lightly. "fI just bumped into someone by accident. It's not a big deal."
His gaze sharpened instantly.
His fingers twitched against her waist, his grip so fucking tight now.
"Bumped into someone?" he repeated, his tone flat.
Lily nodded quickly. "Yeah. Just… an accident."
"You're lying to me."
"I'm not"
Lucifer's fingers suddenly gripped her chin, tilting her head up roughly as he leaned in, so fucking close that she could feel his breath against her lips.
"You think I don't know what a fucking slap looks like?" he murmured
Lily swallowed hard.
His thumb traced the faint red mark on her cheek, his touch so gentle, so fucking deceptive, because his entire body was radiating pure fucking rage.
Lucifer's jaw clenched. "Who the fuck do you think you're fooling, little doll?"
"You're going to tell me the truth," he said,
"Tell me. Who. Touched. You?" His voice was sharper this time,
Lily hesitated, her fingers clenching around the fabric of his shirt. She knew Luciferknew what he was capable of. If she told him the truth, if she told him about that spoiled bitch.
There would be blood