LOGINSamantha Pov Liam lied to Rose… but why? Did he recognise me? Why did he say he wanted to stay? It felt like I was caught in a web, the more I struggled to break free, the tighter it pulled around me.And that sharp, unsettling feeling hit me hard. I quickly gulped down the last of my coffee, the bitterness lingering on my tongue as I pushed my chair back and stood up. I grabbed my bag and headed straight for the exit.I wasn’t going to repeat my mistake. Not again.I could feel his presence behind me. Liam followed me with same pace. Like he wasn’t going to let me walk away that easily.The moment we stepped outside, his car was already waiting. He walked ahead and opened the door for me, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Thanks, but no thanks, Mr Turner. I can go on my own.” With that I turned to leave, but a firm grip wrapped around my wrist. The sudden force threw me off balance. My breath caught as my body tilted. Before I could hit the ground, a strong arm sli
Rose Pov Liam’s interview would be aired in a few seconds. I switched on the television, settling into the couch with a cup of my favourite chamomile tea.And then , Miss Blake’s face appeared on the screen. Not again. I stilled. This can't be happening. Liam’s voice broke the chain of my thoughts. The interview began with the usual questions, polished and predictable but he wasn’t looking like himself. My grip tightened around the cup. The way he looked at her wasn’t normal, wasn’t professional. That wasn’t Liam. His gaze never left her .I leaned forward slightly, my eyes narrowing. He wasn’t just listening to her. He was watching her carefully and intently. As if he was trying to understand something beyond her words.I tried to focus on the questions. But it became impossible for me to watch the interview. Because this was no longer an interview. It felt personal.His gaze didn’t neither move nor did it waiver .And the way he looked at her. He has never looked at me like th
Samantha Pov The room suddenly felt too small as if the walls were closing in. My breath turned shallow. I felt suffocated.“I… excuse me.” I muttered, already rising before the director could respond. I needed air.I pushed the door open and crashed into someone. A familiar intoxicating smell hit my nostrils.My breath stilled. Slowly, I lifted my head. And met those deep and sharp eyes that were unmistakably familiar. Liam.“Miss Blake.” He said, his brows drawing together slightly. “What happened? Did your director misbehave with you?” Before I could react, his hand closed around my wrist in a firm and protective grip “I can deal with him.”“No—” I pulled my hand back quickly. Mr Turner, you’ve misunderstood. Nothing like that happened. I was in a hurry.” I avoided his gaze and tried to move past him.But his voice stopped me.“Miss Blake.” I turned.He was watching me again. That same searching look.“Will you join me for a cup of coffee?” He asked, his tone calme
Samantha PovToday, I am supposed to conduct Liam’s interview, and I must admit that this is one of the most challenging interviews I have conducted to date.Liam is observing my every move very closely. Like he’s trying to arrange the pieces of a puzzle together, and that thought alone sends a flicker of unease through me. What if he recognizes me? No . This can’t happen. Not now. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, forcing myself to breathe evenly.You can do it. You have handled countless interviews before. This is just another one. Just another name. Just another face. Nothing more.Reminding myself that I am no longer Sanjana, I take a deep breath, straighten slightly, and focus on the road ahead.But my mind drifts back to that charity night.For a moment, it had felt like he could see right through me. His questions weren’t casual, they were searching. Digging. As if he was trying to dig something that is buried deep within me.If Uncle Henry hadn’t arrived in tim
Liam Pov The interview was set for today. It was supposed to e at the studio. I drove to the studio. Of all days I didn’t know why I felt like driving myself. Kabir accompanied. The studio was quieter than I expected. Soft lights with minimal crew was set up. All the movement were controlled and calculated. Everything was set but yet, something felt off. Or maybe it was just me who felt that way. It was not my first time giving an interview. I have given numerous interviews but I didn’t know why today something didn’t sit well. I stepped inside, my gaze instinctively searching. And found her. Miss Blake stood near the setup, going through her notes. She looked composed and professional. She didn’t even acknowledge my presence. As if we have never met. As if that night had never happened. As if I had just imagined it. “Mr. Turner.” One of the crew members approached. “We will be ready in two minutes.” I nodded, but my attention didn’t move away from her . For a brief secon
Liam Pov Miss Blake sat beside me. Her eyes looked slightly swollen, subtle, but not enough to escape notice. Faint traces of tears lingered, as if she had wiped them away in a hurry.Something is not right but why is it bothering me more than it should have? I am engaged to Rose and should concentrate on her.I turned my head to the right. Rose was busy with her meal, perfectly composed, as if nothing around her required attention.“Mr Turner, please pass the steak.” I turned to the source of the voice. Miss Blake's soft, polished yet familiar voice drew my attention.I looked at her. Miss Blake gestured for the plate. I nodded and reached for the plate. As I handed it to her, our fingers brushed accidentally for a fraction of a second.Yet my body reacted before my mind could. I felt a faint jolt. A shiver ran down my spine. I stilled.Why are all these feelings known? As if I had gone through them long before. “I’m sorry,” I said automatically. But she had already with







