She was never meant to want him. He was never meant to need her. But some shadows are too enticing to ignore… For as long as Isla Montgomery can remember, Liam Sinclair has been more than just her father's best friend—he's been a whispered name in the hallways, a powerful presence in their family conversations, and a haunting figure in her daydreams. Charismatic, cold, and irresistibly out of reach, Liam built an empire from the ashes of betrayal. And now, he's back—richer, harder, and more broken than ever. Isla is no longer the wide-eyed girl he once brushed aside. She’s grown, bold, and dangerously drawn to the man who was always forbidden. But when her father's past begins to unravel, Isla finds herself tangled in a web of secrets, lies, and a truth that could shatter everything. As her world crumbles and Liam’s enemies close in, Isla must decide: Is she chasing the man... or the shadow of who he used to be? Because loving Liam Sinclair could be her greatest rebellion—or her final downfall.
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I still remember the first time I heard his name. “Liam Sinclair?” I echoed, leaning against the kitchen counter as my father spoke over the phone. “Who’s that?” My dad raised an eyebrow at me and turned away, speaking into his phone. “Yeah, Liam, I’ll be there in twenty. Don’t sign anything until I arrive.” I narrowed my eyes. The name sounded powerful. Dangerous, even. And it rolled off my tongue like forbidden candy. “Is he your friend?” I asked the moment he hung up. He paused mid-step, clearly in a rush. “He’s not just my friend, Isla. He’s family—closer than blood.” That was the beginning. The spark. The ignition of an obsession I never saw coming. “Is he hot?” I teased, trying to play it off as a joke, but my pulse betrayed me. I was seventeen, and anything that carried danger had me hooked. Dad shot me a look. “He’s thirty-eight, Isla.” “That didn’t answer the question,” I muttered under my breath, turning toward the sink to hide my smile. He sighed. “He’s powerful. Focus on your schoolwork, not grown men.” Too late, I thought. That night, I Googled him. Liam Sinclair. Billionaire. CEO of Sinclair International. My fingers trembled as I clicked through photo after photo. A commanding figure in sharp suits, steel-gray eyes that looked like they’d seen a hundred wars, and a jawline cut from marble. He had the kind of presence that made silence feel loud. “I swear to God,” I whispered into my dark room, “this man can ruin me.” My phone buzzed. A text from my best friend, Harper. > You coming to the lake house this weekend? > Can’t. Dad’s dragging me to some business meeting. Boring stuff. > Ew. Who with? > His hot friend. Liam Sinclair. > OHMYGOD. THAT name? Girl, record everything. We need evidence. I smirked. “Oh, I’ll do more than that,” I whispered. The meeting was at a private golf club two towns over. It smelled like money and smoked whiskey. I walked beside my dad in a white sundress that hugged me a little too well. My way of rebelling in silence. “Don’t say a word when we get there,” he warned. “This is serious business.” “I’m just observing,” I said sweetly, fluttering my lashes. “Promise.” The door to the VIP suite swung open. And then I saw him. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair slicked back with a few stubborn strands that fell across his forehead. He wasn’t smiling—he didn’t need to. His aura spoke louder than words. “Liam,” Dad greeted, pulling him in for a firm hug. I stood there, trying not to visibly melt. “This is my daughter, Isla.” His eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world tilted. I wasn’t sure if it was real—or just my teen fantasies exploding in high definition—but the way his gaze held mine felt like fire and ice colliding. “Isla,” he said, my name like velvet on his lips. “You’ve grown up.” “You know me?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “I held you when you were born.” Great, I thought. I’m a baby in his eyes. But then… his eyes dipped. Briefly. A flicker of something unspoken. “Sit,” he said to Dad, before looking at me. “Would you like something to drink, Isla?” “Water’s fine,” I said, barely managing to keep my voice steady. He handed me a glass himself instead of signaling a waiter. Dad and Liam spoke business—shares, mergers, legal traps—but I barely heard a word. I was too busy watching the way Liam spoke without wasted movements, how he rarely blinked, how he made my father—a man I thought was powerful—look like a side character in his presence. “I’m bored,” I whispered when I got the chance, leaning closer to him than necessary. He glanced down at me. “Then you shouldn’t be here.” “Then make it interesting.” A beat of silence. “I’m not your game, Isla.” I blinked. “Who says you’re not mine?” His jaw clenched. Dad returned to the table before he could reply. On the way home, Dad spoke like he was giving me a sermon. “You were quiet. Good.” I nodded. “But don’t think for a second Liam is someone you should be curious about. He’s dangerous in ways you can’t imagine.” I wanted to ask what he meant. But I was already crafting scenarios in my mind—each one more forbidden than the last. “Dad,” I said after a long pause. “If you weren’t friends with him, would you still warn me?” He looked over at me, puzzled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing,” I muttered, watching the world blur past the car window. “Just curious.” Inside, my heart was beating to a dangerous rhythm. Because I’d seen it—just a flicker—in Liam’s gaze Curiosity. And if curiosity killed the cat… …I was ready to be devoured. ---Chapter Twenty-Three The plan was insanity wrapped in necessity. Delphi Base wasn’t just secure—it was a legend in the underground. A place whispered about in codes, in bars, in the screams of hackers who had tried and vanished. But we had no choice. Not if we wanted to finish what Clara started. Richter led us through a map projection that blinked with infrared signatures and rotating security patterns. We sat around a holographic table, the soft hum of the generator the only sound. “Two minutes to breach the outer wall,” Richter said, pointing to a circular gate buried beneath what looked like a dried-up riverbed. “Four minutes to navigate the corridor before motion sensors come online.” “Then what?” I asked. “Then you enter the Cold Room,” he said, eyes hardening. “No signals, no surveillance. Just the core server.” “Perfect,” Tamar whispered. “A dead zone.” “Not perfect,” Liam corrected. “It’s a trap zone. Anything goes wrong in there, and no one can help.” Richter look
--- Chapter Twenty-Two The press labeled it the New Dawn. They painted murals of my mother and whispered stories about how her daughter had undone decades of control in a single night. But reality wasn’t as poetic as they wanted it to be.Scarlett’s body had vanished. One moment she was sprawled on the gravel, her systems fried. The next—gone. No trace. No trail. Not even a heat signature. And Liam couldn’t stop pacing since. “Too easy,” he muttered, pacing the length of the safehouse living room. “It’s never this easy.” “It wasn’t easy,” I snapped, rubbing my temples. “We barely made it out. Half the city’s still wired to her network. And if she’s really gone, why are encrypted pings still being received on her server ports?” Tamar, sitting cross-legged on the couch, sighed. “Because dead monsters echo.” Freya, typing furiously on the tablet, didn’t look up. “Or because the monster isn’t dead. Just hiding. Adapting.” I stood. “Then we adapt faster.” Liam finally stopped pa
--- Chapter Twenty-Two The press labeled it the New Dawn. They painted murals of my mother and whispered stories about how her daughter had undone decades of control in a single night. But reality wasn’t as poetic as they wanted it to be.Scarlett’s body had vanished. One moment she was sprawled on the gravel, her systems fried. The next—gone. No trace. No trail. Not even a heat signature. And Liam couldn’t stop pacing since. “Too easy,” he muttered, pacing the length of the safehouse living room. “It’s never this easy.” “It wasn’t easy,” I snapped, rubbing my temples. “We barely made it out. Half the city’s still wired to her network. And if she’s really gone, why are encrypted pings still being received on her server ports?” Tamar, sitting cross-legged on the couch, sighed. “Because dead monsters echo.” Freya, typing furiously on the tablet, didn’t look up. “Or because the monster isn’t dead. Just hiding. Adapting.” I stood. “Then we adapt faster.” Liam finally stopped pa
--- Chapter Twenty-One The white-hot surge split through my skull like lightning trapped in glass. I screamed, but no sound escaped. For a moment, I wasn’t in the safehouse anymore—I was everywhere. Images flooded my mind—codes cascading like waterfalls, voices echoing from memory, my mother’s laughter layered with alarms, and then… silence. Then a voice. My own. Override accepted. Origin Protocol activated. The light dimmed. I crashed to the ground, gasping, my skin hot, heart thundering. Liam caught me before I collapsed fully. “Isla—look at me. Talk to me!” Freya yanked me behind a desk as the firefight outside the room intensified. “She triggered the Origin Protocol. That was the key!” Bullets tore through the air. Tamar ducked, clutching her data drive. “We need to move now!” “I can’t—” I tried to stand, my legs rubber. “Something’s… different.” Freya grabbed the baton from my hand, eyes wide. “It’s synced. The code’s live. She’s carrying it.” I blinked. “Carrying
--- Chapter Twenty The desert wind howled around us, a gritty whisper of everything we’d left burning behind. Liam didn’t slow until the smoke faded into the horizon. We crouched behind a ridge, hearts racing, the bunker’s distant ruin still flickering against the sky. I exhaled shakily. “She’ll come after us harder now.” “She always does,” Liam replied. “But this time, we hit back.” Freya wiped sweat from her brow, her braid loose and streaked with ash. “The upload reached the Ark, but it’s only a matter of time before Scarlett tries to intercept or spin it.” “She won’t get the chance,” Liam said. “Not if we move first.” I turned to him. “To where? Another bunker? Another trap?” He shook his head. “No. To the capital.” I stared. “What?” “We need to expose her publicly. Face to face. In her own stronghold.” Freya crossed her arms. “That’s suicide.” Liam’s eyes locked with mine. “Not if Isla leads the reveal.” My throat tightened. “Me?” “She’s the only one who can trigg
--- Chapter Nineteen We moved under cover of darkness. The desert turned colder, shadows stretching long across the sands as we pushed forward, guided only by the stars and Liam’s gut instinct. “We’ll rest at dawn,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “One hour max. Then we head north.” “North to what?” I asked, shivering despite the heat trapped in my clothes. “More enemies? Another dead end?” He looked at me, eyes unreadable in the moonlight. “To someone I trust.” That was saying something. Liam didn’t trust easily. We passed through the jagged ridges until we reached a dry riverbed, and he finally signaled for a stop. I dropped to the ground, muscles aching, lungs burning. Liam knelt beside me, pulling a small foil packet from his vest and tossing it over. “Here. Energy gel. Tastes like death, but it’ll keep you standing.” “Can’t wait,” I muttered, peeling it open. “Dinner of champions.” He chuckled quietly, then went still, head cocked. “What is it?” I whispered, sca
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