INICIAR SESIÓNAMY'S POV The door shut behind us with a soft click that felt far too loud in the silence of Liam’s office; He didn’t even look at me at first. He just walked to his desk, straight-backed, perfectly composed, as if nothing had happened. As if the last few weeks hadn’t torn me apart.“Sit,” he said flatly.I sat. My voice came out quiet. “How are you feeling? Are you sure you’re strong enough to be here already?”He looked up, and the coldness in his eyes almost made me flinch. “I didn’t come here for sympathy, Amy. I came to work.”I swallowed hard. “Right… I just meant…”“What was all that noise outside?” he cut in, his tone sharp. “The argument?”I took a shaky breath. “It was Belle,” I explained quickly, “She’s been… difficult. She rejected the last three campaigns without a proper reason and blamed everything on me. She keeps saying you told her to, but I don’t even know if you’ve seen the photos. She’s been making me redo everything over and over again…”“She’s following my ins
AMY'S POV A loud bang on the table startled me, followed by the annoying voice that had been a pain in my ass for the past two weeks.Belle. “None of it is good enough,” she said, scattering my recent promotional shoot photos on the table, “You're doing it again.” “Do you even care about quality anymore?” she sneered, “Because this,” she jabbed a manicured finger at one of the photos, “is pathetic.”I clenched my jaw, inhaling sharply to stop myself from exploding. My patience was hanging by a thread, and she’d been tugging at it nonstop.“Are you kidding me? We've done this shoot twice this week. Did you show them to Liam? Is Liam really rejecting this or…” “Are you trying to say, I'm doing this on purpose?” She cut me off with an authoritative voice, “If you think I'm lying, why don't you call Liam and ask him yourself,” She folded her arms and stared at me with a knowing smirk. She knew Liam wasn't picking my calls, she knew I couldn't ask. I had tried, night after night, to
AMY'S POV The air rushed out of my lungs in one sharp breath, and suddenly everything around me went blurry. I was overwhelmed by the feeling, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. “Finally, Liam,” I whispered Kayla squeezed my shoulder, her own eyes wide with happiness, “Miss Amy… he’s awake!”I nodded numbly, my lips trembling as tears stung my eyes. I couldn’t speak. My hands covered my mouth to stop the sob that threatened to escape.Murmurs of joy and relief filled the room; I wanted to run out of the room right that second and see him. I wanted to hear his voice, to make sure this wasn’t just some cruel dream.Dr. Levison continued, “However, he’s still in recovery and can't come back to work yet. He needs complete rest, both physically and mentally. But I assure you, within two weeks, Mr. Carter will be back on his feet and returning to this company.”Applause broke out. Some people sighed in relief; others looked visibly emotional. The tension in the room melted into a
AMY'S POV Two painfully long weeks.Every morning, I woke up with hope and questions hammering in my mind, and every night, I went to bed without an answer. The news hadn't been kind either;Liam's name was on every headline, as Lords of Fashion faced crisis and uncertainty because Liam was still in Coma. Stock falters amid leadership crisis. The media never stopped talking, and the company was on the edge of chaos.All I wanted was to see him. I wanted to see him so badly. But I couldn’t. Not with her there I knew she wouldn't let me in, and I couldn't afford another humiliating confrontation. I told myself I’d wait until he woke up. I told myself I’d give him that chance.Now, sitting in the large conference hall of Lords of Fashion. I felt like I was about to break apart. The air was heavy with tension.Kayla stood behind my chair, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. “You okay?” she whispered.I gave a faint smile that fooled neither of us. “I’m fine,” I lied.She sighed s
AMY'S POV The next morning, I woke up with a big feeling of regret; not that I had any sleep.I shouldn't have let Belle’s words get to me like that; she probably said that on purpose just to make me feel less of myself.Most importantly, I shouldn't have broken down and said all that to Britney. If Liam wasn't in a coma, she was ready to pour down her rage on him. She's my only friend and I definitely needed someone to let it all out to.Her words from last night still rang in my hears;“You are going to end whatever relationship you have with Liam as soon as he wakes up. Don't give him the satisfaction of doing it first. You are not an object to be used and discarded when it's no longer needed; I won't let my friend get treated like that. You deserve better, Amy.” But there was no way I could end my contract with Liam unless he wanted to. I still had more than a year until the contract ends. *************The morning sun pierced through the window as Britney and I rode in the ba
AMY'S POV Britney’s voice echoed in my ear, but before I could respond, Belle turned to her,“I'm Belle Houston,” She said with a smirk, “The only woman who has a place in Liam’s life. And I'm just showing our little Miss celebrity her place before she gets hurt.” “Excuse me?” Britney snapped, “Do you even hear yourself? You’re at his gate, talking to his girlfriend like this, and you think you sound sane?”Belle ignored her, her attention locked on me. “I’m just being honest. She deserves to know the truth. She’s a public figure, after all. It’s better she walks away now before she's embarrassed in front of everyone.”Her words echoed in my head long after she finished. A replacement. A distraction. I wanted to scream at her, tell her she was lying, that Liam cared for me. But then I remembered;Our relationship was fake. A contract. A cover-up for something else.And maybe Belle wasn’t lying entirely.Maybe I really was just a convenient distraction for him because she wasn't the







