Liam’s POV It was funny and crazy that she thought I cared about her little outburst the previous night. She had called me broke in many ways, but jokes on her—her family’s wealth came second to mine. It has always been that way, and it’ll always be that way. When I had asked for her phone, I honestly didn’t want to take a look at the picture Philip had sent. I had wanted to warn him, but then I realized she would think the worst of me, so I didn’t press the matter further. But when she lashed out at me continuously, I tried so hard not to hold her by the neck and strangle her till she lost her little life. As I walked away from the temptation, I couldn’t help but wonder why she’d choose to make someone like Philip her fiancé, who has done nothing but insult her. Once inside my room, I made sure to shut the door tight, and then I called up Posh immediately. “Yes, boss?” he responded. “I want to know everything about Philip, the guy who harassed Aliya at the restaurant ye
Liam’s POV“What are you doing here, Brooke?” I arched a brow, and she smiled.“What if Aliya finds out about—” I began, but she cut me off.“Cut me some slack, Liam, or should I say Nick?” She chuckled, sauntering toward me before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’ve missed you. I knew if I told you I was coming over, you’d turn me down,” Brooke murmured, and I rolled my eyes.I pulled away from her embrace. “Still, it’s risky,” I pointed out as she brushed past me, heading toward the bar. She poured herself a glass of scotch and downed it in one go before turning back to me.“You know how much I hate working for Aliya. When she came back with you that day from the bathroom, I nearly choked on my own saliva. How could you have accepted her dumb idea of marriage? Did you even think about what this meant?” she questioned, her voice laced with disappointment.“An opportunity presented itself, and I took it,” I replied simply. Brooke had always been the impulsive one, yet here she was
Aliya’s POVMy head throbbed with pain as I struggled to pry my eyes open. The light was blinding, forcing me to press my fingers against my temples.“What happened?” I muttered to myself, trying to sit upright.When my vision finally cleared, I was met with the sight of the most handsome man, dressed in a white T-shirt and sweatpants, staring at me with that playful smirk that never seemed to leave his face.“You’re awake,” he remarked before turning and walking out of my bedroom without waiting for a response.I managed to sit up, though it still felt as if a herd of elephants were trampling through my skull. Nick walked back in, this time carrying a glass of water.“Here, this should help with the pain,” he offered, handing me the glass along with a pill.I never wanted his help in any way, but if this headache persisted, I might actually lose my memory from how intense it was.As I reached for the glass, his fingers brushed against mine, making my heart race faster than usual. For
Aliya’s POVThis must be some type of sick joke, right?First, I get a message from him on my phone, and now I’m receiving letters telling me what to do and what not to?Who the hell is Mr. L?Could it be Philip?The thought made my stomach twist. That bastard had always been conniving, always finding ways to get under my skin. But this… this was different. There was something eerily personal about the way Mr. L spoke, like he knew me—really knew me.I tried to shake it off, but the unease clung to me like a second skin. This wasn’t an admirer, and this wasn’t some harmless prank. This was a stalker. And the most terrifying part was that he knew about my meeting with Dad today. How did he do it?I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Brooke’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.“Aliya,” she called, pushing open my office door. “It’s 4 P.M. Your meeting with your dad and the lawyer is set to take place at the mansion.”I nodded, barely registering her words.Dragging a hand through
Liam’s POV“Boss, the letter was sent to her already,” Posh’s voice came through my phone speaker, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face after hearing his words.“Great job, Posh. I could tell she’s found out what her dad was hiding from her reaction earlier,” I remarked, sensing he was pleased with my praise.I ended the call and tossed my phone away as I continued stirring the pot of soup I had been cooking. I may be a blockhead sometimes and a very bossy person, but one thing I was extremely good at was making great meals.My mom had made sure to instill that gift in me before taking her own life, and every time I cooked, memories of her came flashing back.When Aliya got in earlier, I knew immediately she had received my gift. This game I was about to play with her was going to be a long one, and by the time I was done, she’d question her entire existence.As I stirred the pot, the doorbell rang. Aliya barely had any friends, so who could this be? I searched
Aliya’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. I looked good—flawless, rich, powerful, and untouchable. But why did it feel like none of that mattered?My eyes trailed to the faint dark circles under my eyes, a reminder of the sleepless night I had. I wasn’t an idiot—I knew what was happening to me, and it was something I’d dreaded since the first day I saw him in that restroom.I was starting to fall for Nick, and I hated myself for it.I hated how my heart raced whenever he smirked at me like he knew something I didn’t. I hated how I replayed every single one of our interactions in my head, trying to convince myself that his little games didn’t affect me. And worst of all, I hated how I caught myself wondering if he actually liked Nala.God, was I this pathetic?My father despised me. My best friend and boyfriend decided to tear my heart out by having an affair. And now, I was pining over my fake husband, who probably had his
Aliya’s POV I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended me. Brooke? My Brooke? What was she doing at that house? And why the hell was Nick there too? My brain did a full Olympic-level backflip trying to make sense of it. Was he sleeping with her? Oh my God. Was he sleeping with her and trying to get with my step sister at the same time? Nick’s unbelievable. I turned the ignition and drove home in absolute silence. My anger stood at the tip of my fingernails, and the worst-case scenarios played in my head like a damn horror movie. I shouldn’t be mad, but I couldn’t help it. It felt like Philip possessed Nick somehow because why does he only get involved with the women around me and not other women? This is a sick joke. By the time I pulled up in front of the house, I was practically vibrating with frustration. But I forced myself to act normal, as if I hadn’t just spent thirty minutes stalking my fake husband like a psycho. I tossed my handb
Aliya’s POV“Do you have her exact location, Mr. Wellington?” I asked the investigator, my voice low and calculating as my mind raced with hundreds of questions.“Yes, I do, and as a matter of fact, she stays in the next city. That should be like a six-hour drive.” He twitched a brow. “Are you planning on paying her a visit?”“Looks like I’d have to. I need to know why my dad is emptying his bank account for her,” I explained, and he nodded.I didn’t have much time, and I wanted to leave now because my curiosity was like the horny side of Nick. I pulled the chair and stood up immediately.“Thank you for your help, Mr. Wellington. I’ll be leaving now.” I smiled politely, but there was a bustling city inside of me—anger, resentment, doubts, and many other emotions I was yet to give a proper name to.“You’re welcome, Miss Aliya. I’ll keep you updated if anything more comes up.” He stood, sending out his hand for a handshake, and I took it. “Also, be careful. I’ve heard bad stories about
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
Aliya’s POVEver felt like the more you get closer to someone, the more you know them less?Well, that was Nick and me. We had taken things to the next level and it’s been a week now, but he still felt like a stranger to me. Always having errands to run, never letting me know anything about his life—I’ve always been in the shadows, and I still am.Aside from that, he was everything I ever wanted—everything Philip wasn’t. One way or another, I was going to bring down those walls he had built completely.I fastened my hands on the steering wheel as my phone buzzed, jolting me. I took a quick glance at the screen, tapped on it, and focused my attention back on driving.“Hey, baby!” Nick’s voice came through the speakers, and a smile spread across my lips.“You didn’t wake me, and now I didn’t get to stare at your face before you left,” he said.“I know, Nick, I’m sorry. It was an urgent call about my fashion shop, so I just had to step out real quick,” I explained.“Uhh, is everything ok