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CHAPTER 26
#unedited…
. Her hands were balled into fists in her lap, her knuckles white from how hard she was gripping them. Tears burned her cheeks, her eyes swollen and puffy,
Ava had been her best friend. Had been. And now… now she was looking at her like she was nothing more than a backstabbing whore.
He had been looking for her ever since he noticed she had disappeared after class.
Liam stood in front of her, his heart twisting painfully at the sight of her in so much pain.
"Lily…" His voice was softer than usual, hesitant. He wasn't good at comforting people. But right now, he didn't care. He just wanted to hold her.
Liam's jaw tightened. He had never seen her like this before so fragile, so hurt. He crouched down in front of her, his hand hovering near hers, unsure if she'd let him touch her. "Lily…"
She didn't even look up.
"What happened?"
Lily sniffled, her voice small and broken. "I thought she was my friend."
Liam's jaw tightened. "Who?"
She let out a shaky breath, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Ava. I thought she was my friend." Her lips trembled as she spoke. "She called me pathetic. She said I didn't belong here, and I snatched her man; I didn't even try to steal him away." Her voice cracked, and another tear slipped down her cheek.
Liam clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. "That's bullshit."
Lily let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Is it?"
"Yes," he said firmly. "You don't need to prove anything to anyone, Lily. Especially not to people who don't deserve you."
She sniffled, still looking away. "Then why does it hurt so much?"
Liam exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. He wasn't good at this. He wasn't the type to comfort people. But with her, it was different. It always was.
"Because you care," he muttered. "That's what makes you different from people like her."
Lily swallowed hard. "I shouldn't care."She let out a bitter laugh, wiping her tears. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one being treated like an outsider."
Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're not an outsider. You're…" He hesitated, then exhaled deeply. "You're different. And that scares people. But fuck them. You don't owe anyone an explanation for who you are." "You're human. You can't just shut off your feelings.
She scoffed. "You do."
Liam froze.
He sighed, shaking his head. "That's different."
"No, it's not," she murmured. "You act like you don't care about anything. But I know you do."
Liam stared at her for a long moment. Then he spoke, his voice lower, softer. "You're right. I do care." He paused before adding, "About you."
Lily stiffened.
She turned to look at hand, and then, really look at him.
"No, you don't," she muttered, shaking her head.. it would be so bad if he fell in love with her.
Liam let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah, I do."
Lily shook her head frantically. "No, Liam. You can't. I don't love it. I only like you as my friend" She stopped herself, pressing her lips into a thin line.
Liam's heart broke as a deep, aching pain settling in his chest. He exhaled sharply, ruffling his already messy hair in frustration before pressing his lips into a tight trying to keep his emotions in check.
"I don't feel the same way.".
For a moment, Liam just stared at her. Then, he let out a small, bitter laugh. "Yeah. I figured."
"Liam, I am so sorry" Lily looked away, guilt twisting in her stomach.
He suddenly reached for her, his hands gently gripping her shoulders. Slowly, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.
"Just shut up for a second," he muttered.
Lily stiffened again, but the moment his hand started stroking slow, soothing circles on her back, she broke.
She gritted her teeth, trying to fight the tears, but she couldn't. She didn't have the strength to push him away anymore.
"I will love you, even if you don't love me back," he murmured, his fingers tightening slightly around her wrist. "But no matter how hard I try... I can't take this feeling away from me. It's there, deep inside me, and it's not going anywhere." His jaw clenched as he let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "Damn it, Lily... I wish I could stop, but I can't."
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The black Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up in front of the old, abandoned mansion. Lucifer stepped out of the car, tall and cold, dressed in an all black suit.
"Master," one of the guards bowed respectfully, as he shut the car door behind him.
Lucifer didn't respond. He simply walked forward He moved to the leather chair in the center of the room and sank into it. His body was burning up, his head pounding, and the sharp sting from the stab wound on his side was becoming unbearable.
he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it with a silver lighter and took a slow, deep drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling softly.
His eyes remained cold and empty as he leaned back on the chair, pressing his fingers against his temples to ease the tension building inside him.
"Master..."
"Speak," Lucifer's voice echoed, deep and cold.
The old man swallowed hard.
"It's the Russian Mafia... they're demanding control over the East side ports. They offered ten million, but in exchange, they want us to wipe out the Irish gang."
Lucifer's cold eyes slowly lifted as an elderly man stepped forward, holding a bowl of herbs and ointment.
Lucifer said nothing. He gripped the edge of his black shirt and ripped it off, exposing his pale chest. Blood oozed from the deep stab wound on his side, and sweat trickled down his face,
The old man hesitated before stepping closer. "You're burning up, Master.."
Lucifer's gaze darkened. "I know."
The man dipped his fingers into the thick, ointment and pressed it against the wound.
Lucifer clenched his jaw as a sharp wave of pain shot through him, but he didn't flinch.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, shutting his eyes.
"It bleeding"he said.
Lucifer's cold gaze darkened as he leaned back in the chair, cigarette between his fingers
His body... it never bled for more than a minute. His wounds always healed, flesh stitching itself back together
But now... It was bleeding.
"What the fuck..." he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenching in frustration.
Lucifer shot him a deadly glare, and the man instantly shut his mouth, fearing for his life.
He wiped the blood off his hand and slammed the cigarette against the ashtray. His entire body felt different. Weaker. Almost... human.
"Master , I thought But... you've stopped doing deals... And followed a mere human girl..." the man dared to speak.
"You're fucking alive because I allow you to be," Lucifer hissed, his grip tightening around the man's throat. "Don't you fucking forget that."
Lucifer let him go, watching him fall to the ground, coughing and trembling.
"I didn't stop because I've gone weak," Lucifer muttered darkly, stepping over the man like he was nothing. "I stopped because of her."
"Because if she ever sees the monster I truly am..." Lucifer chuckled coldly, dragging another breath from his cigarette, "...she'll run."
He picked up his phone and slipped it into the pocket of his black coat. Without a word, he grabbed his car keys and walked out of his mansion,
He slid into the driver's seat, eyes dark and unreadable as he gripped the steering wheel and sped off..
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"See you later," he murmured with a soft smile, brushing her hair behind her ear.
Lily smiled faintly, her heart feeling lighter in his presence"Bye," she muttered, waving at him shyly.
"Gosh... I can't believe I'm already missing you," Liam said, unable to hide his emotions as he pulled her into a tight hug.
Before Lily could respond, her body froze.
Her eyes widened as she looked up... only to meet the dark, gaze of the devil himself.
Lucifer.
He stood by his car, dressed in black from head to toe, with his cigarette burning between his pale fingers.
His jaw clenched tightly, veins bulging from his hands as he watched Liam hold what was his.