Chapter 2
Lily is a simple and cute girl.she was broken because his ex "Xavier" cheated on her.
One afternoon, lily's mother sat across the dining table, eyes nervous but hopeful.
"Lily," she said gently, "I've been meaning to talk to you. I… I'm getting married."
Lily blinked. "You're what?"
"His name is Mr. Angelo Watson. He's kind. He's patient. And he wants to meet you."
The news settled like snow—cold at first, then strangely soft.
Lily didn't cry. She just nodded.
Moving Day
The car pulled up to an iron gate that slowly opened to reveal a mansion straight out of a dream. Polished marble stairs. Crystal windows. A fountain in the shape of angel wings.
Her new stepfather, Mr. Angelo Watson, stood waiting at the door. A tall man with streaks of silver in his dark hair and eyes that held a gentle kindness.
"Welcome home, Lily," he said, extending his hand.
She shook it, quietly impressed. The house was massive—every corner like a museum painting. She spent the whole day just touring it: the library with sliding ladders, the garden with white roses, the grand piano room even though no one played.
"This doesn't feel like home," she whispered to herself that night, lying on a bed bigger than her childhood room.
But the walls didn't feel cold. Just unfamiliar.
Enter David
The next morning, Lily came down to the dining room, only to find someone already sitting at the table—tall, broad-shouldered, with tousled dark hair and a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
He looked up from his cereal. "You must be Lily."
"And you are?" she asked, suspicious.
"David. Mr. Watson's nephew. I live here. Well, sort of. Temporarily." He flashed a boyish grin. "We're cousins now, I guess."
She sat across from him, unsure what to make of this confident, too-relaxed stranger.
He took another bite. "You always this serious in the morning?"
"Only when strange boys are in my kitchen," she replied flatly.
He laughed—a deep, sincere sound that echoed in the silence she was used to.
Maybe this house wasn't as quiet as she thought.
Whispers of Something New
Days passed, and David kept showing up. At breakfast, in the garden, even in the library where she escaped to write.
"You're hiding," he said once, leaning on the doorframe.
"I'm writing," she corrected.
He walked in, hands in his pockets. "About what? A broken heart?"
She stiffened.
David noticed but didn't push. "I get it," he said quietly. "We all run from something."
He didn't talk like Xavier. He didn't try to understand her poems. But he listened. And somehow, that was enough.
A Steady Bloom
One evening, as golden light filled the garden, Lily found David sitting on the grass, sketching something in a notebook.
She peeked. "Is that… me?"
He blushed, quickly closing it. "Don't flatter yourself."
"You're bad at denying things."
He smiled. "You're bad at pretending you're not healing."
And just like that, something inside her softened.
It wasn't fireworks. It wasn't obsession.
It was steady. Safe. Unexpected.
A Sister Unseen
One day, over lunch, Mr. Watson mentioned, "Your stepsister's in university. Studying architecture in another city."
Lily looked up. "I didn't know I had one."
"You do," her mother said. "You'll meet her soon."
Lily just nodded. She didn't ask for a name. She wasn't ready. Not yet.