Liam brushed the worrying thoughts away, assuring himself that his family trusted him, and they would never believe the things being said about him on the news over him, after all they were his family and they knew him better.After all the procedures were done, Liam was escorted down a narrow, dimly lit corridor and taken to a holding cell. The clanging of the metal door echoed as it swung open, and the officer gestured for him to step inside.The moment he stepped foot inside, he could feel how the room was cold and unwelcoming, a small bench against one wall and nothing else. The faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the dampness of the air. Liam entered without a word, his composed expression never leaving him. He knew there was nothing to be worried about, hence he wasn't worried. The door clanged shut behind him, the sound reverberating off the walls, leaving him alone in the sterile, claustrophobic space.He sat down, leaning back against the cold concrete wall, staring at the
Alvin remained silent at first, his prolonged pause causing Liam to wonder if he believed the stories circulating in the news.After a moment, Alvin finally broke the silence, his voice calm and professional. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” He didn’t acknowledge Liam directly, instead turning his focus to the officers.The officer, clearly recognizing who Alvin was, hesitated briefly before nodding. “Mr. Danvers, everything has been cleared. You’re free to go.”Luke, standing behind Megan, chimed in with a smirk. “Yeah, I dunno, maybe he should stay here longer. That orange jumpsuit might suit you. Maybe it’s your new look.”Liam shot Luke a look, but couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips. “Glad to know you’re enjoying this.”Alvin, ignoring the banter, moved forward, leading the way out. “Let’s go.” more than ever it was confined to Liam that his dad was mad at him, judging by the way he was acting. He had barely spoken to him directly ever since they arrived. Well,
Aretha glanced toward the door, her smile disappearing as she took in the mysterious stranger’s presence. Ethan was equally puzzled, glancing between his father and the unfamiliar man, who was a complete stranger to them.“Can I help you?” Ethan asked, his voice polite but laced with caution.Mr. Carrington looked at the man, and as he took in his presence a defeated expression appeared across his face, realizing who he was. While his kids didn’t know him, Mr Carrington certainly did, and he was afraid of the man from the looks of it.The man met their gazes with an unreadable expression, his eyes sharp and calculating. “I’m here to see your father,” he said smoothly, his tone even and authoritative. He then shifted his gaze to Mr Carrington with a smirk on his face.Rachel exchanged a worried glance with Aretha. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The siblings wondered what this man wanted with their father and seeing the defeated look in their fathers eyes,
Mr. Carrington lay unconscious in the bed, his face pale and his chest still. Mr. Blackthorn stood by the bedside, a calculating look in his eyes, as if he were entirely unfazed by the sudden turn of events. The faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. The fact that he was standing there, unmoved by the situation, made the entire scene feel sinister, like he had orchestrated this very moment.Ethan ignored Mr Blackthorn, his focus entirely on his unconscious father. “Dad!” He shouted, rushing to his father's side, panic flooding his senses. “What happened?” He turned his sharp gaze toward Mr. Blackthorn, suspicion clouding his mind. The man’s calm demeanor only fueled Ethan’s fears that he might have done something to Mr Carrington. “What did you do?” He asked coldlyMr. Blackthorn raised an eyebrow, his expression unfazed. “I believe your father simply became overwhelmed,” he replied, his voice smooth and dispassionate. The way he spoke he had no emotion in his tone, which made
“Honestly, it’s for the best. She’ll just drag you and the baby down.” Megan added, trying her best to make sure Liam doesn't change his mind and stand by his decision to pay Elena off.Alvin grunted in agreement, setting down his glass of wine. “Yeah, I guess that works. You’re better off keeping her away from the child, Liam.”Liam was delighted to hear both his dad and his sister supporting his decision. He didn't want to tell them of his plan at first, because he thought they would disagree with him, but he was wrong. Liam showed a weak smile, however before he could respond, Irene raised her hand, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Wait. Don’t encourage him,” she said to Megan and Alvin who were supporting Liam's decision, despite the fact that his decision was going to keep a child from his mother, basically robbing him of his mother's love. Irene's tone was firm and disapproving. She looked directly at Megan and then at Alvin, before turning her gaze back to Liam. “This isn’t just
Megan crossed her arms, the frustration evident on her face. She didn’t agree with ignoring Elena’s actions against their family, she believed that Elena and anyone who dared to mess with the Danvers family should be dealt with. However she also wanted what was best for the kid and Liam. She didn’t want the child to grow up and resent Liam for separating him from his mom. Looking at Liam, Megan said, “You might think you’re protecting him, but you could be setting him up for a lifetime of questions and pain. What happens when he wants to know who his mother is? Keeping him away from her could hurt him more than you realize. You’re just pushing this under the rug.”Alvin's voice broke through the heated exchange. “Listen, Liam, we all want what’s best for the baby. But you need to consider every angle. Making a decision out of anger or fear might not lead to the outcome you’re hoping for.” he also felt the same way as Megan and Irene, knowing that this wasn't just about them or Elena,
Liam was getting irritated watching the news, and he couldn't take it any longer. Selena’s face filled the screen, each word dripping with deception, twisting the truth into something unrecognizable. The lies grated at him, every accusation adding fule to the anger simmering beneath his skin. In a swift motion, he switched the TV off, the sudden silence feeling like a relief yet heavy with frustration. He breathed out a sigh, his hand tightening around the remote, his knuckles turning white as he was about to throw it across the room. But somehow, he stopped himself, forcing restraint through clenched teeth.His body stiffened as he sank back onto the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the now-black screen, the remote hanging loosely in his hands.His chest felt tight, burdened with the weight of everything. First of all, there were Selena's false accusations, the lies she was shamelessly spreading like wildfire, surely the damage to his reputation had been done now and people belie
That rapist? The man's words echoed in Liam's head. The word hit him like a punch to the gut. Liam frowned as he watched the man approaching him, getting too close to him. The café, which had been a brief sanctuary, suddenly felt threatening. Suddenly after the man called Liam a rapist, the people in the cafe all began to turn their eyes towards Liam, whispers rippling through the small crowd. Liam's fists clenched, there was nothing worse than being called those words he was being called right now. And it just made him resent the person who had flamed him of it even more, Selena, she needed to be taught a lesson.Liam’s heart pounded, his fists clenched tight. He could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze, judging him, believing the lies they’d heard on TV. He forced himself to stand unbothered, not letting the accusation affect him at all. They weren't true to begin with so why let them affect him?“You’ve got it wrong,” he said, his voice steady but strained. “That’s a lie.”“Oh,