You Will Never Be Mine | 18+ (COMPLETED)

Independence

- "Ready?" - Emma asked Leila minutes before the funeral.

Leila spent the whole morning thinking about Julian. He didn't deserve to die, especially not because of her. Although he entered her life in such a way that it disturbed all her plans, deep down she knew that the fault was not his. He never lied about himself, never presented himself as a good man or justified his actions. He was unapologetically himself and because of that he got her respect.

She looked in the mirror for the last time in that house where she had spent the last six months. She didn't want to stay there anymore, but she didn't want to go back to her life in New York either. That Leila died the moment she met him on the beach in Costa Rica. Maybe not by choice, but still, that part of her life was over for her.

Julian was everything she despised in her life, everything she wanted to avoid. But even though she never asked for him, she needed him. He opened another door for her, another world of possibilities. He showed her what it's like to lose freedom and then fight for it again. In some way he made her feel alive. And now he's gone. The guilt was too deep, but she surpresed it.

That'd be the last time she'd think about him, she promised herself. She couldn't bring herself to relive the pain of his departure, his sacrifice.

She missed her sister. She missed the days spent with her before Jason and Julian, when they lived together in LA. She missed herself just like that. She wanted to go back to LA. After the funeral, she will do just that.

Her mother left them a beautiful apartment in Beverly Hills. She missed her friends from before too. Maybe she'll get in touch with them too once she comes back.

And as for her father, he is long dead to her. In the last six months, he never contacted her. She hoped it would stay that way.

And as much as she loved Dylan and the others, she knew she had betrayed them. There was no forgiveness for her.

The funeral was quiet. Julian's men saw off their boss with dignity. His legacy was shattered. His uncle, whom she met in Costa Rica, was at the funeral together with his wife.

-"I'm so sorry, Leila." -Robert said after the burial. -"I always told him to retire and start living a normal life. I thought he would do just that with you, but his sins caught up with him."

-"Oh child..." -Delilah said while looking at her with sympathy.

Yes, for the two of them, Leila and Julian were a couple in love. Leila did not want to break that illusion, and she also felt better if she pretended that they really were that. Although she knew that she never loved Julian.

Now she felt guilty about that as well. That man gave his life for her. He still loved her in his twisted way.

She looked over at Dylan.

She knew he was the reason she could never love any man. Because of this, she despised herself, and she began to hate him as well.

The sadness in her was turning into anger. She wanted to hurt him until they both killed each other. It was also his fault, everything that happened. Because he was a coward and because he left her at the mercy of her father. If only he had been braver when he should have been.

And it's like he doesn't even care. That hurt her the most. She had never seen so much cruelty, not even in Jason.

-"You know that Julian left you everything." - Robert interrupted her thoughts.

She was confused and shocked. Her face frowned, her lips parted, but she didn't know what to say.

-"The lawyer said that he changed the will a few days ago." - Delilah continued. -"As if he knew..." - she whispered.

-"I..." - Leila muttered.. -"I never wanted that. I don't need it! Please, let's find a lawyer so I can sign everything to you."

-"Out of the question!" -Robert said. -"That was Julian's last wish. You are now a very rich woman Leila, and very powerful. I hope you will use your fortune to do good."

-"I...I don't know anything about that." - she was still in shock. 

-"The lawyer will help you of course. That's his job." -Robert said.

-"I don't want to stay here. I just can't stay here in this house." -she said.

-"You don't have to stay. You can go wherever you want, do whatever you want...but it's good to know you're independent. Travel, meet people, enjoy life..." -Delilah advised smiling. -"You are young, don't allow yourself to worry so much, to be so afraid of life..."

-"Julian's men will remain loyal to you. Appoint someone to take care of the work. You can rest, go on vacation and when you come back everything will be waiting for you." -Robert continued.

-"I, I don't know his people very well." - she said quietly, looking at the men in the room.

-"Then leave that concern to me." - Robert smiled at her. -"And when you deciade to take over, everything will be waiting for you in the best order."

-"Thank you..." - she whispered, still in shock with this revelation.

-"Julian wanted you to be insured. To be independent to do whatever you want." - Delilah said.

What an irony, she thought. The one who denied her freedom has now given it to her on a platter. She should have just stepped forward and grab it. But she didn't.

At least not for now.

That night Dylan approached her in the living room. Her bags were packed and she was ready to leave. She didn't even want to say goodbye.

-"Come on, let's go." -he said.

She furrowed her eyebrows. -"What do you mean?"

He looked at the bags on the floor and then to her. -"I suppose Emma told you."

Leila was confused. -"I don't understand, told me what?"

Then Dylan realized that Leila didn't have a clue about their plans of taking her back to New York. He let out a sigh. He was too tired to give her explenations. 

-"I'm taking you back to New York with me." -he simply said and her heart raced faster.

-"I don't want to go back. I want to go to La." -she said.

He had no time nor the patiance to battle with her. -"You're going to New York with us and that is the last of it!" 

She stood up, panic on her face. -"I've said that I'm not going to New York!" -she yelled crossing her arms and standing her ground.

-"Right." -he said and he approached her lifting her up in the air throwing her over his shoulder, feeling her kicking and yelling to let her go. 

-"Dylan let me go!!! You can't make me go with you, DYLAAAAN!" -she shouted. 

Emma, Drew and Miles were watching it all happen waiting for them in the plane. 

-"Do we really need to do this?" -Emma asked concerned for her friend.

-"The fucking Cartel is after her. If we leave her, she'll die!" -Drew said.

-"Yes, but we could at least explain it to her, talk to her." -Emma said. -"There's no need for this!"

-"We've tried to reason with her, Emma. God, sometimes I think you're way to naive. It's either this or we'll attend another funeral. So pick a fucking side." -Drew said. He was never this harsh with Emma. But he understood Dylan, he'd do the same.

-"She'll hate us." -Emma whispered.

-"Well, we'll learn to live with it as long as she's alive." -Miles said.

And then they saw Dylan with Leila coming into the plane. She screamed and cried, begging them to help but they remained seated.

-"Emma..."-Leila turned to look at her. -"Emma please..."-she begged. 

Emma let out a sigh, her heart breaking. -"Leila this is for the best." -she said and then the plane took off.