At Gun Point
Liliana's POV
The sound of her confession wrapped around my head like a curse, heavy, choking. My mother. My beautiful, kind, gentle mother. Gone all this time because of… her.
“You bitch,” I spat, my voice raw and shaking. “How could you do that to my mother?”
Lily only smiled wider, her eyes sparkling with the kind of sick pleasure that made my stomach twist. She looked proud, as if killing my mother was some trophy she’d been waiting years to show off.
“You dare ask me that, you stupid little princess?” Her words cracked like a whip. “Do you know how long I’ve hated you? How long I’ve dreamed of this? You had everything I could only wish for—your daddy, your mommy, your big happy family. You got the house, the money, the love. Me?” She laughed, a sharp, broken sound. “I didn’t even have a fucking dad.”
My heart raced, my skin crawling. “And that makes it right? That gives you the right to murder? How is it my fucking fault your mom is a whore?!”
Her hand went to her side, and when it came back up, I saw the gleam.
A gun.
My breath stopped.
The black barrel glinted under the dim light, steady, aimed straight at me.
The ropes bit deeper into my wrists as I tried to shift back, but there was nowhere to go. Cold terror slid into my chest, but beneath it, another fire rose. Anger. Fury.
“You—” My voice broke, but I forced it steady. “You’re insane.”
Her mouth twisted into a smirk. “Watch your mouth before I put a bullet right through your stupid brain. You just won’t die, will you? Always slipping away. Always surviving. Like some spoiled roach.”
She was trembling—not with fear, but with excitement. Her finger twitched near the trigger, and every nerve in my body screamed at me to stay still.
Her voice lowered, almost intimate, and it made my skin crawl. “Do you know when I first hated you? That night at the gala. You don’t remember, do you? Of course you don’t. You were too high up to notice me. But I saw you. I saw how everyone looked at you, how they adored you. And your mother…”
Her face hardened, her eyes narrowing.
“The way your mother looked at you, Liliana. Like you were the most precious thing in the world. I wanted to rip that look off her face. God, I hated it. Why do you get everything? Why do you get the attention, the love, the perfect life? And me? Nothing. My life was dirt. My mom worked her ass off, and all I got was scraps. I wanted to kill you right then.”
“You’re pathetic,” I said, my voice shaking but strong. “Jealousy. That’s all this is. Pure, ugly jealousy.”
Her laugh was sharp. “Jealous? No. This isn’t jealousy. This is justice. And guess what? We’ve met before. You didn’t even notice. You never notice people like me. But I saw you.”
My pulse pounded in my ears.
“And then,” Lily went on, pacing slowly, her gun still trained on me, “I learned the truth. Your parents were getting a divorce.”
My heart skipped.
“Oh, yes.” Her smirk deepened. “They never told you, did they? You little princess, living in your fairy tale house. They were falling apart, Liliana. And my mother? She started seeing your dad.”
My chest tightened. Divorce. My parents… divorce? No. They fought, yes, but they loved each other. Didn’t they?
“I thought finally—finally—I’d get your life,” Lily said, her voice rising with excitement. “I thought maybe life wasn’t so unfair after all. But then the divorce dragged on. It took too long. And then I found out something worse.”
She stopped pacing, eyes narrowing like knives.
“Your mom owned bigger shares. She had the real power. And that made me so angry. So for the good of everyone…”
Her lips curled into a smile so cruel it made my stomach turn.
“I messed with her brakes.”
“Bitch…” My whisper cracked in the air.
“Yes,” she hissed. “And she died. Just like that. And I would do it again.”
“You’re sick,” I said, my throat tight, my body trembling.
Her grin widened. “Do you know what pissed me off the most? After killing your mom, I found out you inherited her company shares. You! I’ve never been so mad in my life. There’s always someone in the way. Always you.”
My nails dug into my palms, the ropes biting until blood seeped down my wrists. “You’ll never win. You’ll never be me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, but I tried again. That morning, before you left the house, I messed with your car brakes too. I expected the news earlier. But no—you lived. Because that stupid man had to play hero. Why won’t you just die?”
Her voice cracked into a scream, her chest heaving.
I raised my chin, though my body shook. “Because people like me live. And people like you… rot.”
Her face twisted. “Shut up!”
But I only smiled, blood on my lip. “You’ll always be a tramp. No matter what you do. No matter how much you take.”
Her face went red with rage. She lifted the gun higher, but then something shifted in her eyes. A spark of glee.
Slowly, she reached into her pocket.
When she pulled her hand out, she held a folded paper. She waved it like a prize, her grin stretching.
“See what I found in your car.”
My stomach dropped.
She unfolded it, her eyes gleaming as she read.
“You’re pregnant.”
The words sliced through me. She found my test result.
“You really think you deserve happiness?” she sneered. “You don’t. You don’t deserve love. You don’t deserve life. I’ll help you get rid of that child.” Her grin widened. “And then I’ll kill you.”
My whole body burned, not with fear now, but with fire. My baby. Ronny’s baby. Our baby.
“You touch my child,” I said, my voice low, fierce, unshakable, “and I swear you won’t live to see another sunrise.”
Her smirk didn’t fade. In fact, it grew, slow and deliberate, her eyes glinting with madness.
She leaned in close until the cold barrel of the gun pressed against my temple.
“Oh, someone will be dying tonight,” she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. “But it won’t be me.”
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