Three Wishes(38)
Author: Kristen Ashley

Then Laura saw Lily’s face start to melt. It melted like it had when Lily had seen her in the park but this time it wasn’t an abandoned happiness, it started to be absolutely glorious.

But it stopped when Victor gave her a vicious shake and her head snapped back.

“Victor! I said to let her go,” Laura tried again.

He did immediately and she stumbled back and had to throw her arms out to stop herself from careening backwards out the front door. She just managed to catch herself on the door jamb.

“You bitch!” Victor yelled. “You take your silly, hick self out of my goddamned house and you better get yourself a damn fine lawyer because we’re getting that child. You’ve had her for eight years and we’re going to have her for the next eight!”

Lily’s head jerked up and she stared at Victor in shock.

“Wh… what?” she breathed in a barely-there voice.

Laura noted that Nathaniel had crossed his arms on his chest and was watching this drama like it was being staged for his personal amusement.

And he found it lacking.

Lily’s eyes flicked from Victor to Nathaniel and her pale face became bloodless when her eyes locked on Laura’s adopted son.

Then she spied Danielle and something seeped into her face. Something that was simply awful to see.

“You told me he was dead,” she whispered.

“Out!” Victor shouted, stepped forward and shoved her out the door with a hand on her chest. She went back several steps and Victor slammed the door in her face.

“Victor!” Laura screamed and ran to the door. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. She knew it, she sensed it. Her heart was racing and she became panicked. She had to get to Lily.

She clawed at the handle but Victor pulled her away.

“We have to hear what she has to say!” Laura yelled at her husband, yanked her arm free and jerked the door open.

And saw nothing but Lily running away.

Running for her very life.

Chapter Thirteen

Lily

“They’re here,” Jane called.

“Make them wait,” Alistair Hobbs replied.

Lily was looking out the window of Alistair’s conference room and ignoring this exchange between Alistair and his assistant, Jane.

Alistair Hobbs was a friend of a friend of Maxine’s. He was tall, slender and had ginger hair and eyebrows. In a vague way (as usual when it came to these sorts of things), Lily noted he was quite good-looking. Lily had met him at Maxine’s store, seen him in the market several times and they’d chatted. He’d asked her out once but she’d said no.

Lily never went out, ever. She didn’t have the time or the inclination.

Alistair didn’t seem to take offense to this. Regardless of his profession, he was a very nice man.

Maxine took offense to it, she thought Alistair was the bomb.

Now, as Lily was his client, it was a moot point. Alistair couldn’t ask her out again because he was her lawyer.

Or, at least he couldn’t ask her out for awhile.

She couldn’t afford him, of course. She couldn’t afford much of anything. She certainly couldn’t afford to go head-to-head with Nate and the entire Roberts Clan in a custody battle for Tash. Lily had no idea how rich they were but she knew from their homes, cars and clothes they had a lot more money than she did.

Lily, Fazire and Tash had no sooner got home to Somerset when Victor was good at his word and she received a letter, hand-delivered, from their attorneys.

Nate, alive and well, kicking and breathing and apparently angry, was going for full custody although Lily had no idea why Nate should be angry. Lily didn’t get her sister, had she had one, to brush off her unwanted boyfriend by telling him she was dead.

The letter said he wanted full and complete custody.

Nate was going to try and take her daughter from her.

Lily couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe Nate was even alive much less he would do something so vicious and cruel.

Granted, he had a daughter he knew nothing about for the first seven years of her life but that wasn’t Lily’s fault.

It had been only days since that humiliating scene in the Roberts’ entryway with Victor. The living, breathing Nate staring on like… like… she didn’t know what it was like. Like she was a creepy crawly and he was watching Victor scrunch her under his shoe.

Lily couldn’t figure it out, couldn’t manage to put even two of her thoughts together much less the number of thoughts it would take to figure out this mess.

Why?

Why, why, why?

She closed her eyes.

She knew why.

He had been finished with her. Just as he’d finished with his girlfriend Georgia. One second an item and talk of an engagement ring. The next second they were over.

Lily had to admit she was surprised they’d lasted as long as they did. Lily was not exactly in Nate’s league. She was an inexperienced virgin for one. For another she wasn’t beautiful and slim. And another, she was a sheltered Indiana girl and not a droll, cosmopolitan sophisticate.

She must have gotten very boring, very quickly.

Well, obviously she had.

When he heard the story, Fazire had been enraged. He was beside himself and Fazire beside himself was a sight to see.

He channelled all his genie friends in hopes of a wayward wish so he could turn Nate, Victor and the entire Roberts family into vermin and he was going to do it, he assured her, floating barely inches from the ceiling.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, there weren’t any wayward wishes to be had. There never were, Lily’s family were the firsts in Genie History to hang on to their wishes and their genie.

And Lily wasn’t going to use her last wish for that.

She had bigger battles on her hands. Much bigger battles.

“Lily,” Alistair said softly.

Her eyes opened, her head shot up to look at him and he was smiling at her kindly.

“You know the plan?”

Lily nodded.

She knew the plan. She knew the plan but she hated the plan. She hated it with a passion.

But she’d do anything to keep Tash. Anything to keep her precious daughter.

Anything.

Alistair knew everything, her whole, sad, stupid, gullible story. Lily had told him every humiliating detail of her meeting with Nate and her life for the last eight years. Her difficult pregnancy; the bills; the state of her house when they’d moved there, not fit for Fazire and Lily much less a baby; the second jobs she had to get to put in decent wiring and plumbing, Lily herself doing most of the other work on the house; Lily’s saving up for Tash’s special school.