LiamThe ceremony was small one, actually.When it was time for our vows, Ronan went first.He held my hands, his thumb stroking mine as he looked into my eyes like he was memorizing me all over again.“I never thought I’d fall in love with someone who’d both ruin me and save me in the same breath,” he said, his voice thick. “You taught me how to be vulnerable without fear. You made me laugh when I thought I’d forgotten how. You are my home, Liam. And I promise, on every soul I’ve buried and every bloodline I came from, I’ll spend every second protecting you, choosing you, and loving you the way you deserve. Forever.”Tears spilled down my cheeks. So many I couldn’t see properly.Now it was my turn.I took a slow breath and whispered, “I didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like until you crashed into my life and made everything make sense. I thought I was broken… but you saw every crack, every scar, and still said, ‘mine.’ Ronan… you’re my chaos and my calm, my first real love,
Liam“Joel, please… just stop. Let my sister go. She did nothing wrong to you.”My voice trembled as I stepped forward slowly, palms up, trying not to provoke him. Chloe’s eyes met mine—terrified, pleading—and my heart crashed against my ribs.Joel’s arm tightened around her neck.“No!” he shouted, eyes wild. “No, Liam! You don’t get to beg me now. You chose him!” His gun twitched in his hand, jerking toward Ronan. “You chose him over me!”“I never—” My breath hitched. “Joel, what we had… it wasn’t real. It wasn’t love. Please, don’t do this.”“You were supposed to be mine!” he snapped, voice cracking. “Not his! And if I can’t have you… then she doesn’t get to live.”My blood turned ice.Chloe whimpered, her whole body trembling against his grip. She was crying now. I wanted to do something—anything—but my feet wouldn’t move. My lungs wouldn’t work. The air felt too thin.Then everything happened in a blur.“NO!” Ronan shouted, and before I could stop him, he charged forward.“Ronan!”
Ronan The sun was warm against our backs as we strolled through the quiet, palm-lined streets, our fingers laced together like it was the most natural thing in the world. We were in some small state—peaceful, untouched, tucked away from the chaos of our world. The kind of place where no one knew our names, and for once, we could just be… us. Liam had this drink in a coconut shell, something fruity with way too much sugar, and I had a bitter iced espresso that I kept pretending to hate, even though I kept sipping. We laughed at nothing, pointed at odd-shaped souvenirs, made silly faces at the camera. I’d already taken at least ten Polaroids, stuffing them in my back pocket like they were currency. His smile in the sunlight—fuck, I wanted to frame it. No bodyguards. No shadows. Just us. Holding hands without giving a single fuck. And then... the moment cracked. We were just about to enter this cozy beachside restaurant—our stomachs grumbling like wild animals, when Liam’s phone r
LiamMy eyelids felt like they were made of bricks, but somehow they peeled open.White.That was the first thing I saw. White ceiling. White curtains. The distant beep of a heart monitor. That sharp sterile scent I hated—the unmistakable smell of hospitals.A dull, throbbing ache bloomed across my forehead, making me groan softly.“Ugh…”Almost instantly, movement.“Liam—Liam!”I turned my head slightly and saw Ronan—his face pale, eyes wide, hair a mess like he hadn’t slept in days. He was already leaning over me, his breath shaky with relief.“Oh my God, you’re awake. You’re alright. You’re okay…” he breathed, brushing my hair back with trembling fingers. “Stay here—I’ll go call the doctor.”He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my temple—warm, desperate—and started to stand.But I weakly reached out and caught his hand.“Wait…”He froze.Then turned back, eyes instantly softer. “What is it? Talk to me, baby.”I swallowed. My throat was dry as hell. But I managed a whisper.“I thought
RonanThe rhythmic hum of the helicopter blades filled the cabin as we cut through the skies, the distant landscape a blur beneath us. I sat in the back, surrounded by two of my men—armed, alert, loyal to my father’s commands, not mine.This wasn’t just another "job." It was a warning mission—a message to a rival syndicate that had dared to touch one of our arms shipments last week. My father wanted it loud, bloody, and final. So he sent me.As always.My fingers drummed against my thigh restlessly. I should’ve been thinking about the mission, running through strategy, prep, possibilities.But all I could think about was Liam.How he looked at me in the corridor before I kissed him.How he held my hand in front of his father and said he'd fight for me.How his voice trembled but didn’t break.My phone vibrated.I reached into my jacket pocket without much thought, until I saw the name glowing on the screen.Rhoda.I narrowed my eyes and opened the message.Father asked me to bring Lia
LiamMy father quickly turned off his phone, his hand trembling as he gripped it tightly like it was a live grenade.“Come with me,” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous.I followed him into his private office, my steps hesitant, throat dry. The door shut behind us with a heavy thud, and before I could even process what was about to happen—SMACK.His palm struck my cheek so hard my head turned with the force. The sting burned through my skin and down to my spine.“You already know why I slapped you,” he hissed, breathing hard. “What was the meaning of that? What the actual hell was that video?!”I opened my mouth, lips trembling, heart thudding like a drum—but before I could utter a single word, the door creaked open again.We both turned.Standing there, dressed in black and looking every bit like a mafia prince with power rolling off his shoulders, was Ronan. Behind him were two men in suits, both built like walking tanks.My father’s face twisted with fresh fury. “Speak of the