Liam’s POV“Here,” Aliya smiled, handing me a cup of coffee. I locked eyes with her as I took the cup, my fingers brushing softly against hers, sending a jolt through my entire body. Just a single touch and I was somewhere else entirely in another dimension.After taking a long sip, I set the cup down and met her calculating gaze.“You didn’t wake me,” I said quietly.“I didn’t have to,” she replied, sipping from her own cup.We sat across from each other at her table, our eyes locked in a silence thick with unspoken tension and a strange, lingering awkwardness I hadn’t realized existed until now.“I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. I’m sorry—I must’ve had too much to drink,” I apologized, not blinking, not even for a second. Her face was like a scene in a movie I couldn’t look away from.“It’s not your fault. And there’s no need to apologize. I had a lovely time,” she said, her smile as soft as it was sweet.Silence crept back in, and I found myself fidgeting. She still hadn’t define
Liam’s POV I squinted my eyes shut as the blinding morning sun pierced into my room. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” a voice sang out, followed by the sound of curtains dragging open and ushering in even more light. A lazy smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I murmured the name under my breath. “Aliya.” “Your Snow White already left. It’s just me—Brooke,” she added, now standing over me. I blinked until my vision cleared, and there she was, arms crossed tightly, wearing an expression I couldn’t quite place. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, I pushed myself up to sit against the headboard. “Where’s Aliya?” I asked, my voice rough with sleep. “She left, like I just said,” Brooke answered coolly, her tone laced with venom. My brain finally booted up, and I kicked the covers off, rising to my feet, still in the tux from last night. Last night—God, it had been the most incredible night I’d experienced in what felt like forever. Seeing her again, the woman
Aliya’s POV “You keep getting more beautiful as the night drags on,” Liam murmured, reaching across the table to take my hands. I smiled, pulling them back, creating a small, awkward tension in the space between us. “You’ve said that a million times already.” “And I’ll keep saying it,” he said, his tone vibrant with excitement, “because I still can’t believe you’re really here with me.” I remained silent, my eyes fixed on him, measuring every second, mentally counting down when the damn drug would finally take effect. He still looked sharp—too sharp. No signs of slumping, no glassy eyes. Not yet. “Maybe it wasn’t strong enough,” I muttered under my breath. “What was that?” he asked, leaning in slightly. “Nothing, Liam,” I said quickly, smiling as I met his gaze. “I just said the night is lovely.” He didn’t look entirely convinced, but his expression softened as the soft strains of violin music filled the room. “May I have this dance?” With a smile, I slipped my han
Aliya’s POV I had spent hours looking my absolute best. My long brunette hair flowed down my shoulders like silk, my lips were painted in a killer red that could stop traffic, my lashes curled to perfection, and the red silk gown I wore tied everything together like a ribbon on a lethal gift. This wasn’t just another evening, and it damn sure wasn’t just another dinner. My fingers clenched around my phone as I sat in the backseat of the car, eyes glued to the screen, waiting for a response from the number that had texted me yesterday at the party. I had texted back almost immediately, giving a location and time for the next day—but still nothing. Weirdly, I hadn’t told anyone about this meeting. Not Wellington, not anyone. I wasn’t about to risk having someone else get killed over information that could finally give me the answers I needed. Not again. The hum of the engine buzzed softly in my ears as the car began to slow. I looked up, and there it was—the same mansion
Aliya’s POV He stood tall on that stage, his smile clearly infectious to the crowd as they gazed up at him in absolute awe. Liam scanned the audience as he launched into his never-ending speech, but then his eyes locked on mine—and stayed there, unwavering—for what felt like an eternity. “That’s it. Stare like I’m the only person in this damn room,” I murmured to myself, refusing to look away from his penetrating gaze. I held his stare, unflinching, unblinking—even for a single second. Then suddenly, I stood, pushing away from my seat and heading out just as he reached the end of his monologue. “De Luca Tech Revolution is the future—and I am the future,” he declared, and the room erupted. The crowd went wild, their cheers deafening. “Excuse me,” I whispered, slipping through the sea of bodies. It didn’t take long before I found myself standing at the edge of the terrace, both hands clutching the icy railing, my eyes fixed on the cold, quiet night. Less than a minute pa
Aliya’s POV “Where are you? You’ve got to see this,” Wellington’s voice came through, urgent but measured. “I’ll be there in five,” I replied, ending the call and tossing my phone onto the passenger seat without hesitation. This morning, I had woken up with a smile stretching across my face and a detailed plan already set in motion. Tonight’s Christmas Gala was supposed to mark the start of everything I had carefully prepared for. But before any champagne toasts or fake smiles, I needed to visit Camille’s grandmother. The evidence she possessed could go a long way in finally putting that monster Vinichi behind bars. But as I approached the location, the grin that had clung to my lips slowly began to disappear. The entire area was flooded with police officers. Sirens wailed in the distance. A sea of flashing red and blue lights danced across the walls of a tiny house, which was now surrounded by yellow Do Not Cross tape fluttering in the cold December breeze. I slammed