Aliya’s POV“Dear, what’s the matter?” William inquired as he approached us.“Your security here doesn’t know who I am, and I don’t blame him,” I smirked, folding my arms. Ron flinched at the sight of William but remained still.“Mr. William, this woman has no invitation, and I can’t let her in,” Ron stated casually, pointing in my direction.William chuckled lightly before his expression turned cold. “This woman is Miss AVA—the reason you have a job. Get out of the way.”“I—I’m so sorry, Miss AVA! I had no idea. Please forgive me,” Ron stammered, causing Nick to smirk at his trembling body.I offered no more words as William led us into the grand hall where the ceremony was taking place.“Dear, I have to take care of something now. See you later,” he murmured before turning away, leaving me with Nick.“So, Miss AVA, how does it feel running a mega-company while keeping your identity hidden for so long?” Nick questioned as we observed the crowd of elegant men and women.“I love a priv
Aliya’s POV“Aliya, are you okay?” Nick kept bombarding me with questions as I stared at the red dot aimed at his chest.Horror filled my face, and my hands trembled. Who was this Mr. L, and what did he want with Nick?As if reading my thoughts from wherever the hell he was watching me, another text message came in. “Don’t look so frightened. It’s not like you love him. Besides, I’m aware your marriage is just a show.”My breath hitched as I read the words, my fingers tightening around my phone before I abruptly tossed it into my purse. Gripping the terrace handles, I held on tightly while Nick stared at me in absolute confusion.The rest of the guests had gone back inside for the continuation of the event, but I couldn’t move. My knees quivered, and my vision blurred—not from tears, but from sheer fear—as I scanned my surroundings for any clue.“You’re beginning to scare me, Aliya. Say something,” Nick whispered.I turned to face him, and just like that, the red dot was gone. The bre
Liam’s POV The guests erupted into cheers at the mention of a man’s name—one that commanded so much respect, even without being seen. Yes, I’m that man. But was I going to go up on that stage and risk everything I was trying to accomplish? Hell no. I turned to face Aliya, and the frown on her face spoke volumes. Was there any version of me she actually liked? She seemed to hate both Liam and Nick. I chuckled lightly before speaking. “Didn’t tell me your husband-to-be would be invited,” I teased. She rolled her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into the back of her head. Her lips began to move, mumbling words I couldn’t hear, but I knew she was cursing me while holding herself back. “I mean, the guy’s literally a ghost like you. You two have a lot in common,” I added, smirking. “Can’t wait to see him.” “Fuck off, Nick! If he’s so great, why don’t you marry him instead? Maybe when you have sex with him, you won’t run off like a little girl in a tutu,” she snapped before
Liam’s POVI stared at the note repeatedly, but it was useless. So I tucked it into my pocket before turning to face Aliya.Her eyes screamed fear as tears continued to roll down.“Nick… w-who would do this to me?” she whispered in a raspy tone.I opened my mouth to speak, but for the first time, I had nothing to say. Whoever did this was insane, and it gave me the creeps as well.She looked up at me with her doll-like emerald eyes, and I felt—what? Pain? Anger? I didn’t know why her fear made me uncomfortable, but it did.“First, let’s get you in bed. Then afterwards, I’ll look into this,” I reassured her, and she nodded in agreement. I guided her into the house and to her bedroom. On a normal day, she wouldn’t let me this close—not after what happened. But it was clear the situation had shaken her up pretty badly.“I’ll be in my room if you need me,” I murmured, opening her bedroom door to leave.“No, wait!” she called out, stopping me in my tracks. “Don’t leave, Nick. I’m scared.”
Liam’s POV“You know, you should have just stayed at home while I handle this—or rather, gone to work?” I remarked, and she rolled her eyes, paying no heed to my statement.I couldn’t take her to my mansion, and I eagerly wanted to meet this mailwoman. As much as I wanted to keep Aliya out of it, I couldn’t.“What are we doing at a café?” she questioned as I poo pulled over before Rosie’s Café, five miles away from my mansion.“This is where I’m meeting Posh and where we’ll find the answers about who is sending you those threats,” I explained, stepping out of the car, but she stayed rooted to her seat.I stared at her through the windshield as her hands fidgeted between her legs. Moving over to her side of the door, I popped my head through the window.“Coming?” I prompted. It was clear yesterday’s threat still unsettled her, but she wouldn’t let me find a solution on my own.“Yeah, I’m just catching a breath,” she responded with a smile, then stepped out as well.I nodded, entwining
Aliya’s POV “Nick!” I shouted as I rushed toward his retreating body, but he brushed off my calls. What had I done? How did I reduce myself to this? Why the heck did I even let him in? After finding out what my sister did because of Nick, I couldn’t contain my anger anymore. When I got home, I made an absolute mess of the place, and when Philip suddenly knocked on my door, the Aliya with a brain went MIA. Now, running after Nick, I realized the casualties I had just inflicted on myself. “Aliya, let him go. Stop running after him,” Philip called out from the main entrance of the house. His voice made my skin crawl, but I wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. “Nick, stop.” I finally caught up to him, clutching his shoulder tightly. “You didn’t have to yell my name like that.” He turned to me with a grin. “Don’t make it seem like we’re an actual couple.” In a million years, I would never have anticipated his reaction. Did he really not care about what he saw just now? Or
Liam’s POVI squinted against the bright morning light peeking through my window. Stretching hard, I sat up, taking in my surroundings. I was at my mansion, and then it all dawned on me—everything that had happened.“Fuck!” I groaned, my hand flying to my head as a sharp pain struck. Pressing on my temples tightly, I tried to will it away, but who was I kidding?I turned toward the bedside table to find two empty bottles of vodka. That explained the splitting headache.Slowly, I slumped back into bed, dreading my own existence. Why did I feel this way? Seeing Aliya yesterday with that bastard had cut the last ropes I was desperately trying to tie together. Now, I was hanging off a cliff.“Boss?” Posh called out, pushing the door slightly open.“Come in,” I muttered.He strolled toward me, carrying a tray with a glass of water and some medicine.“Here, this will help with the migraine. You had a lot to drink last night,” he remarked, handing me the glass.I took it immediately and gulp
Aliya’s POVI don’t think I’ve ever met a man as worthless as my father. If he’s first on my list of worthless men, then Philip comes second, and Nick might just be the third.How on earth did he have another child besides me? It wasn’t enough that he brought in a new wife and daughter a month after Mum’s passing, and now I receive a note from my supposed stalker claiming my dad has another child.Is it wrong that I chose to believe Mr. L even without confronting my father to know the truth?When I found out, my expression could not be explained. For some reason, it felt like yet another dumb thing my father did, and it seemed normal to me.If someone even tells me my dad is gay, I might believe it. He’s full of surprises and the most confused human I know.The painful part about all this is, after struggling to keep my grandfather’s legacy—which he couldn’t do—he goes behind my back to gamble away his shares, and now I have to deal with a mysterious man who seems to enjoy when I’m mi
Aliya’s POV A week had passed since Nala planted that seed in my head, and sleep had evaded me ever since. Every time I tried to get some shut-eye, I had the same dream. My dad is in a red suit, black horns pointing out of his forehead, a trident in his hands, and a demonic smirk plastered on his face. Five minutes into the dream, I find myself strapped to a chair. On my left is my mum, also bound, tears streaming down her beautiful face. I yell and call out to her, but before she can understand and turn her head in my direction, she’s stabbed in the heart by Vinichi—by my dad. I always wake up drenched in sweat, to Nick’s worried face and a glass of water in his hands. The dream—no, the nightmare—always leaves me with one thing: that satisfied smirk on Vinichi’s face. It’s burned into my memory, and every effort to think of something else becomes futile. Nick constantly bombards me with questions about what’s been going on, but what can I tell him, huh? That I have nigh
Aliya’s POV “William?” I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s impossible. For all I know, you could be making this up just to get me to help you.” “I may be a lot of things, but I would never make up something like this,” Nala said, her tone tinged with disappointment. “Open your mind, Aliya. If no one else has told you this, then let me be the first. You’re too naive. I’m not insane enough to bring this up if I didn’t think I could gather real evidence.” My eyes stung. Was I really naive just because I refused to believe the man I’d known as a second father—though technically a butler—had helped end my mother’s life? No. That was literally impossible. William was a kind soul. He couldn’t have. Nala stood, walked up to me, and held my hands. “Aliya, I swear to you, this is the truth. All you have to do is help me get back into that mansion so I can secure some inheritance for my mother and me, and I’ll help you search for the evidence. Just get Camille out.” I didn’t kn
Aliya’s POVCuriosity overwhelmed me as I twirled in my seat. Documents lay before me awaiting my signature, but all I could do was fidget—waiting for Nala like my life depended on it. Suddenly, a knock came at the door, jolting me. “Hi, ma’am.” My other assistant who had filled in for Brooke, walked in with a practiced smile. For some reason, Brooke hadn’t come to work for two days now, and I couldn’t reach her either. I had this nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong, though I couldn’t quite place what. “A certain Miss Nala is here to—” “Send her in.” I cut her off quickly, startling her for a brief moment. With a nod, she exited, and seconds later the door opened again, revealing Nala. She offered a faint smile, standing just at the entrance. “Never thought I’d be this eager to talk to you, sis.” “Neither did I,” I replied. “Please, come in.” Nala moved with poise—like the queen she had always forced herself into becoming. Her red heels clicked acros
Third Person’s POVNala paced the room, then turned abruptly and threw a dart at the wall missing, her target.“Fuck!” she cried out, running a hand through her damp hair.“Let’s do this one last time,” she muttered, stepping back, narrowing her eyes, then aiming again. This time, the dart landed precisely on the spot she wanted—Camille’s forehead.“Bingo!” she cheered.“Let’s see how you make baseless accusations without a brain to think with,” Nala laughed hysterically, picking up the glass of scotch from the table and downing it in one go.She threw herself onto the bed, eyes staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. She had spent two nights already at the Masini Hotel and was beginning to lose her mind.Just two nights ago, she had been seated by the pool at the Van Alen mansion, punching on her cell phone and giggling like a little girl, when Camille stormed in.“What’s so funny?” Camille hovered above her, crossing her arms over her chest.Nala raised her eyes slowly, gazing at her bri
Liam’s POVThe room smelled of antiseptics and bad news.I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, the thin gown loose against my frame, eyes cast down, and my heart spiraling with each passing second as I waited for the results of my test.This wasn’t what I had planned for today, nor was it where I thought I would be, but here I was, waiting for the results of something I already knew the answer to.The door to the doctor’s office creaked open, and he stepped in. A paper in one hand, a stethoscope hanging from his neck, a lab coat as white as snow, and an expression that couldn’t quite hide itself.He took a seat opposite me, removing his glasses before speaking. “Mr. Liam, the results are in.”I straightened up, looking him in the eye. “And?”Dr. Ken cleared his throat, his eyes darting between me and the paper in his hands. “It’s positive. The tumor has returned. It’s smaller, but this time it’s more severe than the last.”My heart sank the moment he uttered the word positive. I knew
Liam’s POVEver felt like your lies are beginning to close in on you and there’s no escape? Well, that was exactly the position I found myself in.God knows if Aliya had managed to open that text from Monica before I walked in, it would’ve been catastrophic. Now I stared at her furious face, unsure of what to do.“I can’t do that.” I cleared my throat, taking the phone from her hand.She folded her arms, brows furrowed. “Why, Nick? Unless there’s some truth to what I’m saying.”“There’s no truth to what you’re saying, Aliya. There’s nothing going on between Monica and me,” I said, my voice firm.Aliya let out a dry chuckle. “Unbelievable. I can’t believe how much trust I put in you.”I dropped the phone on the bed, walking toward her gently. I grazed her cheek with the back of my hand, staring into her teary eyes—but I saw more than just tears. I saw disappointment.“Believe me, baby. Monica probably just needs a favor,” I explained, but she shook her head, snapping away from my touch
Aliya’s POVSo Monica and Nick, huh? Didn’t see that coming.I got into my car and drove home after the long day at the shop, which I was certain I wouldn’t be stepping foot in for a while.Nick had left for his secret adventures with Posh, as usual, and all I could do was nod without complaint. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t trust me enough to let me into his world. I mean, take a look at how I found out my old friend used to be his girlfriend.There was this strange feeling I had when I saw the way they looked at each other. Was it jealousy? Or fear—fear that they hadn’t told me the whole truth about their past.I pulled over and stepped into the house, ready to unwind and melt into the warm blankets waiting on my bed. But my stomach had other plans—I hadn’t eaten anything all day.After a soothing bath, I made my way to the kitchen. Soft jazz drifted through the speakers as I played around with the knives and vegetables.“Might as well make something for Nick, since he always doe
Third Person’s POVNick stood still, eyes fixated on her, but he didn’t flinch—not even for a second.“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, furrowing his brows.Monica ignored his question and stepped even closer. Her red lingerie sparkled under the chandelier. Rising on her toes, she placed a soft kiss on Nick’s cheek.“I’m in town because I’ve missed you, Nick,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive. “You know we were never supposed to end our relationship—if not for…”Nick suddenly grabbed her arm. “Don’t you dare say it. That’s supposed to stay between us, remember?”Monica chuckled. “Right. What happens in Peru stays in Peru.”He let go of her arm, and she rubbed the spot slowly before locking eyes with him.“I should be the one you’re with, not her. I was there for you through it all, and now that everything’s going great, you never reached out.”Nick ran a hand through his ruffled hair for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He brushed past her to the mini bar
Liam’s POVWalking in on your ex-girlfriend hand in hand with your present girlfriend is something you might see in your everyday life—but walking in on your ex-girlfriend, who knows everything about you, standing with your present girlfriend? That feels like the end of a game.“Monica?” I murmured, trying to mask my shock, but it was futile and Aliya noticed instantly.“Liam?” Aliya chuckled. “No, this is Nick, my husband.”“Excuse me, do you two know each other?” she asked, breaking the long, awkward staring contest I was having with Monica.“Uh… Aliya, this is Liam—my ex-boyfriend,” Monica said, turning to Aliya whose smile began to falter.“Ex-boyfriend from way back,” I added quickly, trying to lighten the tension.“Why is she calling you Nick?” Monica questioned, her eyes narrowing as Aliya looked at me for what felt like the fiftieth time today.“That’s because Nick is my actual name,” I said with a forced chuckle, not even sure what I was saying or how I’d explain it later.I