The Outlaw

Lilith’s POVC0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Layla and I spend the entire day hanging in my room, “By the way, did you tell mom?” I ask looking at her. I was sprawled on the bed while Layla had a bottle of wine in her hand lying on her side on the floor.

“Yeah I did, she is coming on the day of the engagement” she said making me hmm.

“Have you picked out dates yet?” I ask my head hanging off from the edge of the bed.

“Yeah we was thinking about this August…” She trailed off. I sit up straight in shock, “So soon? Have you decided on everything? The venue? Colour scheme? Dress? Location? How will you do all of these in such a short time?” I ask in confusion. A small smirk makes its way in her lips, “My fiance is filthy rich” she snorts making me chuckle.

“You’re happy na?” I ask after a minute of silence. She looks at me with a smile, “The happiest I have ever been. He completes me, Lilith! My life becomes so much more beautiful when I am with him. He is my world” she says dreamily.

I shake my head with a smile, “Then that’s all that matters to me!” I said as another round of silence envelopes us.

“I also called dads, Kellian and Jace for the party” she says out of nowhere. I sigh and look at her, “I kinda of knew you’d do that… So I am not exactly surprised” I reply to her and look the other way.

“Have you invited Sam?” I try to change the subject. I heard a hmm from her, “She said she is not sure she’d be able to come but will try her best.” She replied to me. Sam, Layla and I were high school bff’s. We were pretty close but when I had graduated sophomore year I had randomly applied for a scholarship in a very big institution and just my luck, I got it. We never came from a rich family, we were just middle class family and studying in such a big school was a great opportunity that I couldn’t pass.

I wouldn’t lie and say that after going to that prestigious school my attitude or approach did not change.

It changed, for good.

I was more vocal about my opinions and my stand, my mother loved the new me. I used to think that’s just the feminist lawyer in her but later I realised I was becoming more comfortable with myself and my minset, like every woman should be. On the other hand most people, including my father, his husband, my brothers and Sam started to dislike me a lot. I didn’t really understand it back then but now that I think of it, I really don’t give a flying fuck about what they think of me.

All went down hill when I applied for sponsorship to Cambridge and I thank the heavens for I also got that. After then I hardly ever visited home, I was so wrapped up in work and college that I didn’t even get a chance to spare a glance at my family. I know it’s wrong but I was way too focused on achieving my goals. They were my top priority. My mother understood my drive for becoming a successful lawyer but others didn’t. Well apart from Layla. Sam and I had drifted apart long time back and my relationship with my brothers was a hot and cold type and with my dad… Well it’s really complicated.

“Listen you rest for a while, we have to do a lot of places to be!” Layla said jumping on her feet. I nod as a yawn slips from my mouth. I lie in the bed properly and cuddle into the blanket.

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It was lunch time when everybody was sitting around the table, laughing and chatting, some sending flirty looks or teasing each other under the table while others were gossiping or talking about their plans. All in all, they were having a good time. In all honesty I could never imagine so many people living under the same roof, I thought this castle like house was just like it’s owner, alone but here are around 40 people sitting in the dining room. Some are friendly while some don’t even acknowledge anyone. It’s doesn’t matter to be honestly, they do they.

I was sitting beside Layla giggling reminiscing about our high school days. I heard a chair scrape back but I didn’t pay any attention to who it was but when the room quietened down I look up to see rich hazel eyes looking directly at me and a snarl pasted on the plump lips. I looked into his eyes with a smirk, “Don’t look at me with such intense eyes, gelato. People will know you have a crush on me!” I pouted teasingly at him. There were a series of choking noises and stifled laughs around the table.

“You see, grasso cagna, I have something call standards. A term which you’re obviously not familiar with!” He looked at me with disgust. I rolled my eyes at him, “You’re taking English lessons I see. What new words did you teacher teach you today?” I ask putting my face on my palm as my elbow rested on the table.

“Don’t think so high of yourself, bitch. Whores like you come to sick my dick every second” he smirked as the whole room went silent. I give him a wide smile, “Yeah you got your dick suck so much that it plopped off your body!” I say and Layla erupts laughing loudly.

“Now there are no ‘whores’ around you because you don’t have a dick anymore” I add with a smirk.

A fire ignited in his eyes as he looked at me in amusement, “Your previous statement shows how inarticulate you are. Did you lose your common sense over the year? I mean I don’t blame you, in a profession where you have to sell your morals to put food in the table. For money you’d probably even defend a rapist or a pedophile or.. worst..” he said sipping his soup.

“Seriously though, how are you still sleeping peacefully at night? Don’t you drown in self loathing and guilt? So many innocent people rotting in jail, being tortured every second of the day just because your guilty client gave you more money? Tsk. Tsk.” He laughs at my astonished reaction.

I get up as quietly as possible and walk over to him. I lean down to him, “At least I have the balls to do something unlike you who is living off their parent’s money because they are too lazy and incompetent to do anything but giving poor people the hard worked money earned by their parents to suck on their dick. You are just a 30 year old juvenile who can’t do anything but be a burden. So before telling me about my profession, find yourself one.” I spat at him face his eyes went wide and he shot up from his chair and grabbed my neck in a vice grip.

“You see how you speak to me cagna! You don’t know who you’re talking to. If it weren’t for my brother you would have been found dead in a drain by now” he spat at me and pushed me down. I stepped back and fell on my butt as I watched him leave.

My eyes filled with salty water. I looked at him in hatred, “Truth hurt, didn’t it? YOU ARE AN INCOMPETENT FUCK ASSHOLE!” I yelled at him as I stood up on my feet. He looked back at me with such hatred it gave shivers down my spine. He snarled at me and put his hand behind his back like he was pulling out something but before I could see anything someone pushed me off and dragged me out of the mansion.