Liam's POV
I still couldn’t believe how reckless people were in New York. If I hadn’t been there, that old woman could have been seriously hurt—or even worse. “Where to, boss?” my driver asked as I got into the car. “Magic Hour at Moxy Times Square,” I said, loosening my tie. I had some unfinished business to take care of tonight. As we drove through the busy city, I looked out the window. It had been years since I was last in New York. The tall buildings, flashing signs, and crowded streets all felt familiar, yet I sensed that tonight was different. Something told me I might stay here a while. When we arrived, I stepped into the lounge. The sweet smell of fresh flowers mixed with a light scent of vanilla filled the air. The place was just as I remembered—soft velvet sofas, warm golden lights, and large green plants hanging from the ceiling. It felt expensive and cozy at the same time. The moment I entered, my guards spotted me. They quickly walked me to our private table. “What would you like to drink, boss?” my head guard asked, his tone friendly. I gave him a cold look. “I didn’t come here to drink.” He shifted uncomfortably, watching the other guests laugh and sip their drinks. I added, “You can order anything you want. It’s on me,” and they all smiled. The waiter came over soon and took their orders. When he left, I leaned back in my seat. “Any news on Richard’s daughter?” I asked, my voice low. My mood darkened at the thought. The guard hesitated, glancing at his colleagues. “Sorry, boss. She keeps a low profile. We’ve been searching nonstop, but it’s hard to track her down.” I sighed and shook my head. “You’re all useless. Do I have to do everything myself?” I snapped. The guards bowed their heads as if they were small puppies. “Show me her picture. Right now.” One of my men hurriedly pulled out his phone and started scrolling. I could see the sweat on his brow; he was nervous. When he finally showed me the picture, I froze. The girl in the image looked exactly like the woman I had seen earlier—the one who almost hit that old lady with her car. I clenched my jaw and slammed my hand on the table. “Damn it. I almost had her.” The guards’ eyes widened in shock. “Really, boss?” one of them asked, surprised. “Yes,” I said harshly. “I gave you two months to find someone, and you couldn’t do it. And what did I do? I found her in one day.” I leaned forward. “Listen well. I give you two days. If you don’t do your assignment, don’t even come back. You will be fired immediately.” “Yes, boss. We won’t disappoint you this time,” they replied, nodding in unison. I stood up, ready to leave the table. “Boss, are you leaving already?” one of my men asked. I didn’t bother to look at him. “What do you think?” I sighed. Idiots. I bent down to pick up my phone from the table, but as I turned, my chest hit the tray of glasses the waiter had brought. I looked at the mess of spilled wine and smirked in annoyance. “Wow, just wow,” I muttered. The waiter tried to clean it up with a cloth from his apron, but my guards quickly stepped forward and told him to leave the area. I walked straight to the restroom. Inside, I took a moment to wipe off the stains on my shirt. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Today had been one hell of a day. I was angry, frustrated, and tired. But I had a mission. I had to get out now. As I walked toward the exit, my driver followed close behind. I was about to step outside when I noticed something that made me stop. A girl was trapped between a group of men near the entrance of the club. They laughed loudly as their bodies closed in on her. She tried to push them away, but they did not back off. I could see the fear in her eyes. Something about her looked familiar. Then it hit me. Daisy Turner. The same girl I’d been searching for all this time. She was dressed just like I remembered from this morning. I knew I shouldn’t get involved. This was not my problem, but I could not leave her like that. My feet started moving on their own. “Hey!” I shouted, my voice sharp and full of command. “Let her go!” The men turned to face me, their faces twisted in annoyance. “Mind your business,” one of them sneered. Then he reached inside the back of his trousers and pulled out a small knife. I muttered under my breath, “These idiots never learn.” I smirked for a moment. Wrong move, I thought. One of the men stepped forward, raising his fist. He swung at me, and I tried to dodge. But I did not react fast enough. His fist crashed straight into my nose. I felt a sharp pain, and warm blood began to trickle down my face as I staggered backward. I cursed, trying to regain my balance. The other men charged at me. I did not wait. I grabbed the man next to the knife and twisted his wrist. He screamed in pain as I shoved him hard into a nearby table. The sound of breaking glass mixed with shouts echoed through the club. Screams rang out as people ran for cover. Security guards hurried in, but I was already taking control. Another man lunged from behind. I spun around and drove my elbow hard into his stomach. He doubled over, gasping for air and then fell to the floor. More of my men stormed into the fray. In seconds, fists flew and bodies crashed into tables and chairs. One of my guards tackled a man to the ground, punching him until he lay motionless. Another guard grabbed a bottle and smashed it against a thug’s head, sending shards of glass everywhere. The remaining attackers, realizing they stood no chance, tried to run. But my men were on them in an instant. They chased them down and beat them until every last one was lying on the floor, groaning in pain. The fight was over. I turned and walked over to the girl. Daisy stood there, frozen in shock, her body trembling. I knelt beside her and asked, “Are you okay?” She tried to speak but only managed a soft, shaky “I... I don’t know.” Her eyes were wide, and she swayed as if the ground had become unsteady beneath her. I looked closely at her face. “What did you drink?” I asked, my tone gentle but firm. She blinked slowly. “I... I don’t know. Please, help me.” Shit. Someone had drugged her. I did not waste another moment. I lifted her carefully into my arms. She was so light that she barely reacted. Her head rested on my chest, and I could feel her heart beating fast. “Boss, should we call the cops?” one of my men asked, his voice small amid the chaos. I shook my head firmly. “No. Just handle this mess.” I knew I needed to get her away from there quickly. --- At the Hotel – Liam’s Penthouse My driver pulled up in front of one of my hotels. I stepped out of the car, still holding Daisy in my arms. I whispered to myself, “Come on, let’s get you safe.” “You can book a regular room and a VIP room for yourself,” I told my driver. “Also, get me a fresh pair of clothes.” I looked down at my bloodstained shirt and grimaced. “But sir, you own this hotel. Why not use the penthouse?” my driver asked, curious. I sighed and turned around. “She must not know I’m rich.” He nodded and drove off, leaving me alone with Daisy. She murmured softly, her fingers weakly gripping my shirt as if clinging to a lifeline. I took the private elevator to the top floor. The ride was silent except for her soft, uneven breathing. I felt a mix of anger, worry, and something I couldn’t quite place—an unexpected tug in my heart. When the elevator doors opened, I walked straight to the medium-sized bedroom that had been reserved for me. I gently laid Daisy on the bed and took a step back. I was about to leave when she suddenly grabbed my collar with a surprising strength. Her eyes, half-lidded and hazy, locked onto mine. “Do you know… how hot you are?” she slurred, her words thick and unclear. “Like… so hot.” I raised an eyebrow, confused but amused. “Is that so?” She nodded slowly, her grip on my collar tightening. “Do you want me… so bad?” she whispered, her voice trembling. I smiled slightly and said, “You’re definitely drugged.” I tried to pull her hand away from my clothes, but she clung even harder. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something else. Then, in a voice that was both tender and strange, she whispered, “Marry me.” I froze for a moment. Her eyes were wide, serious, and completely out of it. Before I could say another word, she slumped in my arms and passed out. I exhaled slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed. “What the hell just happened?” I muttered to myself.Daisy’s POVI decided to give the guys some space. They had just found out they were father and son, and I could only imagine how many emotions were rushing through their heads. They probably had a lot to talk about. A lot to share. A lot to unpack.As I walked away from the room, I found myself near the reception area. “Thank God,” I mumbled under my breath, sitting down on one of the black chairs that were fixed to the wall. My body felt tired, like all the stress from the past few days was finally settling in.Then, suddenly, my phone started ringing loud and sharp. I saw some of the people at the reception desk turn to look at me. Their disapproving glances made me feel like I was doing something wrong.I fumbled through my bag, which now felt like it was holding the weight of the world. When my fingers finally found the phone, I pulled it out and answered quickly. “Hello, Hazel,” I whispered, lowering my voice so I wouldn’t draw more attentio
Liam’s POV“The results are in,” said the man in a white lab coat. He had stencils around his neck and a serious look on his face. His eyes moved from Mr. Reyes to me, then back again.In that moment, I could feel my whole body tense. But then Daisy squeezed my hand. Her touch was soft and calming. It helped slow my heartbeat. I just needed to know the truth now. Whether it would make me happy or break me. I needed to know.The doctor handed me a sealed white envelope and did the same for Mr. Reyes.I took a deep breath, the air feeling heavy in my lungs. “Here goes nothing,” I whispered, loud enough for Daisy to hear. She gave my hand another squeeze.I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the results. My eyes scanned the page and then stopped on one line, just one.100% match.I froze. My chest tightened. My heart felt like it had stopped for a second.I turned to look at Daisy. Tears were already forming in my eyes. I couldn’t help it. Then I turned to Mr. Reyes. His mouth ope
Leonard Reyes’s POV“Is there another road we can use?” I asked, staring out the window of the Maybach, then glancing at my watch again. “I have a meeting right now.”I growled in frustration, the sound low in my throat.“Sorry, sir,” my driver responded quickly, tapping the wheel and scanning for an escape. “This is the only road that leads directly to your office. If I take another one, we’ll have to go all the way around town. That’ll add at least another hour.”Of course. This is exactly why I hate being in New York. Always traffic. Always chaos. I took a deep breath and leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes for a second to calm myself.Just then, my phone rang, breaking the silence.It was Mrs. Alba.Good.“Good morning, sir,” she said, her voice calm and respectful as always.“I just received a call from the receptionist downstairs. A Mrs. Daisy Karvoski is here to see you. I’ve already as
Daisy’s POV“That was the final candidate, and it's not a match,” the man in the white lab coat said, gently adjusting his glasses before turning around and walking out of the room.Just like that, another door closed.It’s been weeks since Trey dropped that horrible bombshell about Liam’s father. Ever since that day, we’ve searched everywhere, dug through files, and even tracked down men named Leonard Reyes across the country. None of them were the one.I sat beside Liam and gently rubbed his back, hoping to give him a little comfort. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him,” I said softly, my voice trying to be strong even though I was hurting inside too.Liam let out a tired sigh, then ran both hands through his hair and covered his face. “What if he’s already dead?” His voice cracked a little. “What if I was never meant to find him?”“Don’t say that,” I replied quickly. “Don’t you ever say that.” I reached out, held his hand, and squeez
Anna’s POV With all the valuable information I got from Trey, what better way to use it than to finally crush my little nemesis. Daisy. She thinks she’s untouchable now just because she’s the president of Turner Empire, she actually thinks she's safe. That Liam’s love will protect her. Cute. Really cute. But I’ve waited long enough. It’s time she learns that being on top only makes you an easier target. “Where is this girl?” I snapped, pacing across my office, my heels tapping loud and sharp against the marble floor. “She should’ve been here ten minutes ago.” I glanced at the clock again before rolling my eyes. I hated waiting. I hated depending on others. But Hazel was the only person who could get close enough to Daisy without raising suspicion. Finally, the door swung open. Hazel walked in, looking nervous as usual, holding a small black b
Hazel’s POV “Get the damn diary today.” That was Anna’s message. Not even a proper greeting. No “Hi Hazel,” no “Good morning.” Just a short, sharp order, as always. That was how she operated. Cold, commanding, and always in a hurry. And even though I was used to it, that didn’t mean it was easy. It never was. I wish following her orders were as simple as she made them sound. But no, life always had a funny way of getting in the way. Or maybe I should say Liam always had a funny way of being around Daisy at the worst possible times. Seriously, for the love of God, why didn’t he just take her out to lunch or go to his own office? He’s been in her office for hours! What kind of coffee are they drinking in there? Is it magic coffee that keeps lovers glued together or what? I was busy ranting in my mind when like a miracle from the universe, the door to Daisy’s office suddenly opened. And there she