Contractual Obligations

I got to see the aftermath of it all the next day.

My phone blew up with so many messages that I had to turn it off. I’d forgotten how many modeling contacts I still had in my phone, and all of them wanted to know what went down from my perspective.

Some even reached out to hit on me.

Sebastian’s hand was patched up, and he was already working with a lawyer to ensure his father wouldn’t sue, and to see if we had any legal foothold to get the inheritance I was promised.

I was in a near coma at the hotel, both shocked and appalled at what I’d done. I was alone, considering Jessie had job interviews and Sebastian had to work on not getting arrested, and I didn’t mind it, but I felt like I was missing something. Or maybe someone.

That was when I heard a loud knock at my door. Sebastian wasn’t supposed to be here, and I’d told the front desk not to let anyone up here under any circumstances. However, when I looked through the peephole, I saw someone I actually wanted to see.

“Amy?” I said, throwing the door open.

“When you said you were ending the contract, I didn’t think you would do it by telling everyone everything. I’m impressed.”

“How did you find me?”

“We share locations, remember?” she said, and I recalled her wanting to share hers when she was dealing with family drama and wanted me to know where she was. I gave her mine to be polite. “I was able to ping you from Nashville.”

My eyes grew wet. “You didn’t have to come. That had to be expensive to get out here.”

She shrugged. “I had airline miles, plus the flight here was overnight, so it wasn’t too bad. My friend blew up her life and even I heard about it. Of course I was coming. I even snuck by the front desk guy who was making sure no one came up here. I’ve knocked on twenty doors trying to find you.”

I hugged her so tightly she made a noise of surprise. “Thank you,” I said. “I needed someone here.”

I pulled her into the hotel room, which was a mess ever since we’d gotten back. “Where’s Sebastian?” she asked.

“Working with a lawyer about him assaulting Martin.”

“I saw the video of that. It was impressive,” she said. “Have you seen any of the footage from last night?”

“I don’t think I can stomach it. Living it was enough.”

“Understandable. Did you get the inheritance at least?”

I shook my head. “They did a bait and switch on me. They changed the contract when we moved and added a clause that if I don’t participate in any more contracts, I don’t get it.”

“Is that legal?”

“Sebastian is trying to figure that out,” I said. “As for me, I’ve been sitting here realizing all I did last night.”

“I bet you’re ready to get home then.”

“The house isn’t even in my name. It’s in my dad’s.”

“Why?”

“He insisted he buy it when we did this.”

“And you can’t get it from him?”

“Knowing my father? He’s already selling it out of revenge.”

“They can’t move that fast. Maybe you can work with a realtor and buy it.”

“Sebastian doesn’t have a job after last night. I’m sure someone will hire him, but we can’t get a mortgage.”

“It’s a shame you can’t steal it like I did mine. Any contracts stating you get the house when you split?”

“No,” I said, but an idea flashed through my mind, “but there might be something I can do. Do you have a car?”

“No, but I have the Uber app.”

Two hours later, I was wearing cheap Target sunglasses in the lobby of my dad’s office. It was a gamble whether or not he’d be in, but when I told the receptionist who I was, she immediately stood up and brought me right to his office.

“He was expecting you,” she said.

“Great. All good conversations start with that.”

“I think it was amazing what you did,” she said, leaning over the desk toward me. “We all know they do shady things, so hearing someone call them out on it for once was nice.”

“How mad is he?”

“Pretty mad. Good luck with . . . whatever you’re doing.”

I nodded and opened the door.

When my dad looked up at me, he pinned me with the most disappointed stare I’d ever gotten in my life.

My stomach rolled, but I met his eyes.

“Lily,” he said. “After your stunt last night, I’m surprised you’re even showing your face.”

I took my sunglasses off and returned the stare. “Are you? I was told I was expected.”

“What do you want?”

“You have the deed to my house.”

He laughed. “And you expect me to let you have it after what you’ve done? I should sell it to investors and have it ripped apart.”

I fought back a wince. I knew he was going to go for the punch. He was mad, and I’d only ever seen him do this to intimidate business partners Martin sent him.

He used to do it to Martin too, once upon a time.

But I wouldn’t let him intimidate me. I couldn’t. Not now.

“You do realize,” I said, “that I could easily burn down this company with the dirt I’ve accumulated? Sebastian is on my side. Whatever Martin told him or made him do, I can tell everyone.”

“I doubt you can,” he said. “You’ve spent the last five years playing housewife. You have no skills.”

“Don’t I? I blasted a hole through the lie you and Martin made me tell just because you pissed me off. I now have the general public begging me for answers, and I have information you don’t want getting out.”

“It’s a bold move to blackmail your father.”

“It was a bold move to buy a house only to use it as a trading token,” I said, glaring. “I have one thing you want, dad: my silence. So give me the house for it.”

My father glared at me. “You would have made a fantastic businesswoman, Lily. I put you in the wrong field.”

“Don’t insult me,” I said.

My father slowly opened a desk drawer and pulled out a green piece of paper. It was the deed to the house, already signed to transfer it to my name.

“If I give you this,” he said, “then your social media accounts must be gone by sundown. You will not speak a word of anything else. Do you understand?”

“I do,” I said.

“Good. Do not try and get out of it, Lily. There are recorders in this office.”

I didn’t exactly care. I’d said all I needed to already.

I’d written five books on it, after all.

I took the paper before he could change his mind.

“I find it funny,” I said, looking at the signature on the back, ready for me to transfer it to my name, “that you had this ready to go.”

“You’ve always been smarter than your mother gave you credit for. I knew you’d want the house, especially since you have nothing else. Who knew the house I bought to ensure Sebastian wouldn’t ruin my company would come in handy?”

“And now we’re done,” I said. “It’s just you and Martin now. Have fun with that.”

“Are you really done, Lily? You’ll always be connected to us.”

“No, I won’t. I’m done, and so is he.”

“Never trust a Miller. They’ll betray you.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have been bought out by one.” I glared up at him. “I trust Sebastian. Maybe spend this time thinking about who you trust. Goodbye, dad.”

“That’s all I get? You’re not even saying goodbye to your mother, Lily. After everything we did for you, we deserve a proper goodbye at least.”

“You have millions you stole from me,” I said. “That’s enough.”

“You could have had more.”

“No, you could have. Goodbye, dad.” I went for the door.

“Lily! Don’t you walk away—” I slammed the door behind me before he could finish his sentence.

I didn’t care what he had to say anymore. I had all I needed.

When I got to Amy who was waiting by the road, I showed her my prize.

“Fuck yeah!” she said. “Now that’s how you steal a house.”

“I didn’t steal it, I blackmailed for it.”

She shrugged. “Same thing. How about we go to the hotel and order some ice cream for our troubles?”

“Now you’re talking my language.”

We Ubered back to the hotel and I hid my face behind the sunglasses to make sure no one saw me. When we entered what I thought would be a quiet room, I heard Sebastian’s voice.

“What do you mean she’s not with you?” he was saying. “She didn’t tell me she was leaving, and you’re the only one she knows here, Jessie—” He froze for a second when he saw me, then I saw his shoulders sag with relief. “She’s back. I’ll call you later.”

“In hindsight,” Amy said, looking sheepish, “maybe I should have told you to leave a note.”

“Lily,” Sebastian said. “Where the hell were you? When I got back and you weren’t here I was worried something happened to you!”

“Sorry,” I said, “I thought you’d be gone longer.”

He sighed. “Amy? You’re here too?”

“Of course,” she said. “I can’t let my best friend destroy two companies without me.”

“I don’t think they’re destroyed,” he replied flatly. “They’re already releasing PR statements.”

“Let them,” I said. “I couldn’t care less.”

“Why? By the time you release what they’ve done, they’ll have talked their way out of it.”

“I’m not releasing anything.” I set the deed down in front of him. “I got what I needed.”

He looked at it, and then at me. “Is this for the house?”

“It’s about half of what I was owed,” I said. “But we’d only have to pay taxes and utilities on it instead of having to buy it with a mortgage. It’s enough for me.”

“How did you get this?” he asked.

“I went to my dad’s office and once again threatened to expose him if he didn’t give it to me.”

“Like a badass,” Amy added.

“The only catch is that I can’t release anything.”

“I . . . Lily, you shouldn’t have had to do this to get our house. I would have bought it for you.”

“I doubt my dad would have sold it to you, considering what I just did. Besides, you don’t have a job. We wouldn’t be able to get a mortgage.”

“Lily, I have enough to live off of and buy the house.”

I blushed. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said. “It was always my plan to buy it for you.”

“Well, I guess I blackmailed my dad for nothing.”

“Not for nothing.” Amy said. “He had it coming. I bet it felt good.”

“It did,” I admitted proudly.

“Well, you might have done the right thing,” he said. “Allen loves to hold a grudge. I was planning on calling him next, but I doubt he would want to talk to me.”

“Now you don’t have to,” I said.

“I hate that you had to give up telling your story, though.”

I shook my head. “I don’t. This is enough.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay with silence?”

I nodded. “I am. I don’t need to write an autobiography. I just want this.”

“Okay,” he said. “As long as this is what you want. To be honest, I’m glad we can go back to our home.”

“Me too.”

“You’ll be happy to know Martin isn’t going to sue. Considering we’re still married, and he pushed you, it can be seen as me protecting you. He’s too busy trying to save face now anyway. His lawyer said he won’t press charges.”

“So . . . we can go home?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes.”

“And we’re free?”

“Yes,” he said, a relieved smile on his face. “We are.”

Lily Miller SHOCKS when she reveals that she was FORCED to marry Sebastian Miller.

By Monty Milton with TMZ

What was supposed to be a run-of-the-mill anniversary party was actually a drama magnet when Martin Miller announced his daughter-in-law’s pregnancy.

For those who don’t know, Lily Miller was a modeling legend. She was on the scene her whole life and seemingly stepped away from it all when she married who she called the love of her life.

Turns out, it was a LIE.

Lily not only was in a contract to be married, but was also NOT PREGNANT. Many of her fans are SHOCKED by this news. Some claim they knew about it all along, but how could they? She looked so happy in photos!

But Sebastian also had a trick up his sleeve. Martin appeared to shove Lily and yell at her. Right after the former model escaped, Sebastian PUNCHED his own father!

What is next for this shocking couple? Are they really a couple? Is Lily Miller pregnant? TMZ hears from a source that’s close to the couple, who says they’ve always been in love, and they might be faking this contract for the views . . .