HIS LIABILITY
Diane Jacobs has survived her life by learning how not to react.
Raised in a family where obedience is mistaken for grace and silence is rewarded, Diane moves through the world quietly observant, restrained, invisible by design. Control has always belonged to other people: her father, her family, society’s expectations.
Then Eddie West notices her.
Their first collision isn’t physical. It’s psychological.
In a room full of people, Eddie makes a spectacle not of love, but of dominance using another woman to send Diane a message she never consented to receive. From that moment on, Diane is no longer unseen.
When Diane unknowingly steps into Eddie’s world as his Personal Assistant, the power imbalance becomes unavoidable. Eddie is controlled, obsessive, and deeply intentional. He does nothing without purpose including hiring her.
What begins as professional proximity becomes a slow, suffocating game of awareness, restraint, and unspoken desire. Eddie never crosses a line openly. He doesn’t need to. His control is in silence, implication, and patience.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXDiane's POV (Real Time) The chant reached me before the kiss did. Kiss. Kiss. It rippled through the room light, playful, careless. I barely registered it at first. My attention was fixed on the stage, on the way Eddie stood beside Shine, on the tension locked into his shoulders. It wasn't nerves. It was control coiled and deliberate, like something waiting to be unleashed. Then he moved. Not hesitantly. Not reluctantly. He pulled her in. Time didn't slow. It fractured. My breath hitched painfully. For one humiliating second, I forgot how to look away. My eyes refused to blink as his hand settled at her waist firm, possessive drawing her closer until her body fit against his with practiced ease. And then he kissed her. Slowly. Deliberately. The room erupted cheers, whistles, applause but the sound collapsed inward, muffled and distant, as though I'd been dragged underwater. My ears rang. My chest tightened until breathing became something I had to conscious
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVEDiane's POV Dinner did not end. It dragged. The silence sat heavy at the table, pressing against my chest until breathing felt deliberate. I kept my gaze lowered, my fork tracing meaningless patterns through food I had no intention of eating. My thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last. What was he doing here? Why did his presence feel intentional? I lifted my head slowly, as if bracing myself. He was still watching me. Not with curiosity. Not with politeness. But with a calm, unsettling patience as though he had already decided something and was simply waiting for the right moment. His eyes didn't flinch when they met mine. The faint smirk from the club returned, restrained but unmistakable. Heat crept along my spine. I looked away, my fingers tightening until the silverware trembled slightly in my hand. When dinner finally ended, relief came sharp and rushed. We left immediately. The drive home passed in a tense silence, streetlights flashing across the window lik
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOURI started doing my makeup with more care than necessary, as if precision could quiet the unrest inside me. My wardrobe suffered for it. clothes pulled out, rejected, discarded. Fabric brushed my fingers, none of it right, none of it strong enough. I needed something that looked effortless, something that lied convincingly. Then I saw it. The yellow floral dress rested at the back like it had been waiting, pearls sewn delicately along the neckline soft, deceptive. Innocence tailored to perfection. I slipped into it and nodded at my reflection. Perfect, I told myself, though my chest felt tight. I chose the burgundy sandals Susan had gifted me, the color deep and unapologetic, grounding me. My hair went into a ponytail before I deliberately ruined it, tugging strands loose into a messy bun. Controlled chaos. After one last look in the mirror steady eyes, neutral lips I went downstairs. Mom smiled first. Emily followed, her expression cautious, almost guilty. "I'm sorry, sis," Emil
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREEI woke up with a migraine, the kind that felt personal like punishment. My skull throbbed as if something inside it was trying to claw its way out. I reached for the other side of the bed, half asleep, half hoping Susan would still be there. My hand met cold sheets. Of course. I forced myself upright and dragged my body into the kitchen. Susan stood by the counter, unbothered, brewing tea like the world hadn't nearly imploded the night before. "Hey, alcoholic," I muttered, throwing her a glare. "You almost got us in trouble last night." I replied "Whatever." That smirk flashed through my mind again the stranger from the club, watching like he knew things about me I hadn't said out loud. It lingered, irritating and unwanted. "Jerk," I said under my breath. Susan turned slowly. "Was that for me?" she scoffed. I shook my head. I had never met anyone who could turn chaos into entertainment the way Susan did. "We need to call Jonathan," I said. "We have to tell him about this who
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWOLater that evening, I called Susan and told her everything, every word exchanged, every look, every insult disguised as concern. When I mentioned how I spoke back to my father and his witches, she laughed. I snapped at her immediately. "This isn't funny." But the laughter faded, and worry crept in. Why did I say sure? Why didn't I just let them mock me and move on? Now I had trapped myself in a promise I didn't know how to keep. Susan listened quietly as I vented. "It's fine," she finally said. "Stop torturing yourself. Besides, you owe me. You promised to follow me to the club to make up for missing my promotion party. Dress up. I'll pick you up." "Susan, you're not listening," I muttered. "I'm in a mess." She chuckled. "You're always indoors. How do you expect life to happen to you from there? Live, Diane. Live." I rolled my eyes, but my lips curved into a reluctant smile. "Fine. Jonathan will be around soon anyway. Take him along. You know he has a soft spot for you, you're
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONEThe chilled Los Angeles morning crept in quietly, broken only by the shrill sound of my alarm and the soft chirping of birds outside the window."Turn off the fucking alarm!" my sister shouted, shoving a pillow over her ears.Of course we shared the same room. I hated it,every single day.I rolled my eyes, silenced the alarm, and slipped out of bed. Thanksgiving had arrived, and that meant chaos. Family members would be trooping in soon, and my mom would insist on doing everything herself unless I stepped in.I went straight to the living room, where she greeted me with a warm smile that never quite reached her eyes. Together, we began putting things in order, straightening cushions, wiping surfaces, arranging the room as if perfection could somehow hold everything together.Then I saw it.My parents wedding photo sat proudly on the shelf, frozen in a moment that no longer existed. The sight of it made something twist painfully in my chest."Ma," I said softly, unable to hold it in, "
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