Chapter Nineteen LIANA The buzzing wouldn’t stop. At first, I thought it was just an alarm I’d forgotten to silence, maybe one of those annoying reminders I’d snoozed too many times. But the sound was relentless—an angry vibration pulsing on the nightstand like it was trying to wake the dead. I reached for the phone, still bleary-eyed from sleep, expecting the usual: a few texts, some promotional junk, maybe an email or two. But what stared back at me wasn’t routine. Seventeen missed calls. Dozens of unread messages. And then—one notification that turned my blood to ice. BREAKING: Exclusive photos of Emma's mother, Liana—Ethan’s fiancée—drinking and smoking outside a nightclub. Should a child with a heart condition be raised in this environment? I froze, my thumb hovering above the screen. A lump formed in my throat before I even saw the image. I didn’t need to. I already knew the story wasn’t going to be kind. Another headline followed. Ethan’s fiancée exposed: Party girl un
Chapter EighteenLIANAI kept my hands busy, even though I didn’t need to. The cookie dough was already rolled and placed neatly on the tray, the oven preheated. But I kept smoothing the parchment paper, pressing it flatter than necessary, anything to avoid thinking about what I’d just heard.Daddy.The word echoed in my mind like a dropped glass shattering on tile.I hadn’t meant to listen. I’d only come to tell Ethan that lunch was almost ready and that Emma needed to wind down. But I’d frozen at the edge of the hallway when I heard her say it—so naturally, so confidently, like it wasn’t the first time she’d thought it. Like she'd just been waiting for the right moment to say it out loud.I wasn’t sure which part rattled me more: that she said it… or that he didn’t correct her immediately. He hadn’t laughed awkwardly. He hadn’t redirected her. He hadn’t said, I’m not your daddy, sweetheart. He’d just… paused. Like the word hit him in the chest, and he didn’t know what to do with it.
Chapter SeventeenETHANI was going through the Collins proposal, flipping page after page of projections, timelines, and half-baked financials that clearly hadn’t been vetted before landing on my desk. My team had sent it over an hour ago, expecting my approval before end of day, but all I could see were red flags. Incomplete cost analysis, overestimated revenue, and a partnership clause that made absolutely no sense. If this was the best they could do, I was going to lose it. I leaned back in my chair, rubbed the bridge of my nose, and tried to ignore the pounding in my head. The kind of headache only incompetence could trigger.I barely noticed the soft footsteps on the hardwood floor until I heard a small voice behind me.“Sir Ethan?”I didn’t turn.Not now.I had a meeting in less than two hours, another report to sign off, and at least four calls to return before the end of the day. I didn’t have time for games—not even pretend royal ones. I figured if I ignored her, she’d get b
Chapter SixteenLIANAThe night stretched endlessly, cruel and silent. The only sound in the room was Emma’s soft, steady breathing, her tiny chest rising and falling like the world depended on it. In a way, mine did. I held her close, curled around her like she was the only thing tethering me to the earth, one hand resting over her heart. I could feel the rhythmic flutter beneath my fingers—warm, alive, innocent. A part of me wanted to stay just like that forever, frozen in this quiet moment where the world couldn’t touch us. But the other part, the one twisted up with grief and anger and exhaustion, knew better.She needed sleep. I needed silence. But my mind refused to cooperate. No matter how still I lay, no matter how tightly I wrapped myself around her, the storm inside me kept surging. Ethan’s voice echoed again and again in my head, sharp and unforgiving. “You’re here because I’m paying you.” As if that was all I was—some transaction, a thing to be bought and shelved, useful o
Chapter FifteenDAMIANI stood outside the penthouse like a fucking idiot.One second I was inside that overhyped party, trying to keep my cool, and the next—bam. Thrown out like trash. Literally dragged out by security while the guests looked on, laughing behind their fancy glasses of champagne.The music was still pounding from inside. I could hear it through the doors. Laughter. Toasts. Applause.And me?I was bleeding from my mouth.I wiped the corner of my lip with the back of my hand. It came away red.Not from a fight—nah, I hadn’t even gotten the chance to throw a punch. One of the guards had “escorted” me a little too enthusiastically. Fucker had a ring on.I laughed bitterly, pacing by the car like a madman. “This is insane,” I muttered to myself. “Fucking insane.”I could still see it—like a nightmare that wouldn’t stop replaying.Liana. In that goddamn silver dress. Arm linked with his.Ethan Wolfe.Billionaire. My boss. The man who shook my hand earlier tonight and said h
Chapter FourteenLIANA,The ballroom felt suffocating, like I was trapped inside a glass jar slowly filling with smoke, the air thick and stale with tension that clung to my skin and weighed down my limbs. Every breath I took was heavy, dragging at my chest as if the atmosphere itself had thickened into something almost tangible — something that pressed against me from every direction.Damien’s outburst still echoed in my ears, a sharp, venomous sting lingering like a dark stain spreading through the room. The words he’d spat so cruelly weren’t just sounds; they were poison, infecting every corner of my mind, refusing to fade no matter how hard I tried to push them away.Around me, laughter buzzed like nervous static—too loud, too forced. Smiles flickered like fragile paper flames, delicate and ready to snap under the slightest breeze. I could feel the weight of every gaze flickering toward me, sharp and expectant, as if I were some wild animal caught under a blinding spotlight, waiti