The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 493

Chapter 493 A Family Divided

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Marilyn had walked into the Luke estate with visions of glory. In her mind, Henry would hand her a bank card worth billions, Grace would shower her with priceless jewels, and she would rise instantly to the heavens as the Luke family’s mistress.

But she waited. And waited.

No card. No jewels. Not even a single penny.

Her smile stiffened. Then her gaze slid to Lily.

On Lily’s ears glimmered red diamond earrings. Around her neck, a matching necklace. On her wrist, a bracelet from the same collection.

Marilyn’s breath hitched. She had seen that set before–in a high–end boutique, nearly thirty million for the complete set. She had begged her former patron for just the earrings, a few million at most. He had sneered, said she wasn’t worthy, and grudgingly bought her a fifty–thousand–dollars handbag instead.

And now? That very set adorned Lily, the woman she despised most.

It couldn’t be hers. The Luke family must have gifted it.

Her nails bít into her palms. Why did Lily deserve jewels that she had been denied? Why was the Luke family cold to her, yet so generous to that “cheap little bitch“?

Her fury only deepened when she remembered what Elsa had said–Lily was pregnant.

If Lily bore a son, the family’s first grandson, he would be heir to everything. With her honeyed tongue and the elders‘ obvious affection, she and her child would only be showered with more wealth.

No. The Luke family’s fortune belonged to her,, to Marilyn. She would never let Lily give birth to that bastard.

Upstairs, Victor excused himself to fetch something from his study, Marilyn trailing behind.

As soon as they left, Henry groaned, clutching his chest. “That boy… Victor, what a mess.”

Grace sighed, patting the jewelry box she had hidden behind her. “It’s not that I want to slight him. But giving one of my treasures to that scheming girl… I can’t stomach it.”

Nancy nodded. Her fingers traced the imperial green jade bracelet on her wrist. “Victor owns plenty of villas. Blanc, tell him to live in one of those with Marilyn. Better she not stay here in the estate.”

When Victor had been buried in work, she had worried he wasn’t eating or resting. She had longed for him to come home.

But now? The thought of Marilyn under the same roof made her skin crawl. That girl reeked of trouble. If she lived here, she would only poison the household.

Blanc squeezed his wife’s hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll speak to him. If he has any sense, he’ll keep her away

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Chapter 493 A Family Divided

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from the main house.”

Nancy’s thoughts shifted, softening as she looked at James. “James, I had Lars design some wedding gowns for Lily. They’re finished now, six in total. Take her to try them on, and have a set of wedding photos

taken.”

Lars–the renowned designer, Nancy’s own brand’s creative director. She had commissioned the gowns the very day James woke from his coma, determined that Lily, who had endured so much without a wedding, would finally have the ceremony she deserved.

Now, six gowns–each more exquisite than the last–were ready. And Lily, with her beauty, would outshine even the most ethereal goddess in them.

“Mom… thank you,” Lily whispered, her voice trembling with both surprise and gratitude. She had admired Lars’s work from afar, never daring to dream she would one day wear his creations.

James’s expression darkened faintly. Only days ago, he had gone to Lars himself, wanting to commission gowns for Lily. He hadn’t expected his mother to be one step ahead. The gowns were finished, ready before his own plans had taken shape.

He was still stewing in that sourness when Nancy spoke again. “I think the eighteenth of next month is a fine day. Lily, James–what do you say to marrying then?”

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