ANMELDENThat nickname just BROKE me💔should Liam have defended Liana immediately? Tell me what you think! Who else already hates Katherine??😡 Do you think she's telling the truth about the marriage? And over to Liana. She didn't even say a word…how do you even think she's feeling right now?🥹 If you are enjoying this story, please like, comment, and share ❤️ it really helps this book grow and keeps me motivated to update faster. Please follow me so that you don't miss the next chapter because the drama is just getting started 👀 🔥
Liam's POV.The road I was driving on was blurred in front of me, but I barely saw it. My hands tightened around the steering wheel until my fingers hurt but I wasn't feeling any pain. I wasn't even supposed to feel any pain, since I had failed her again.My eyes stayed locked on the road and I felt my chest pulling my heart tightly that I didn't know how to breathe properly anymore.My phone lit up on the pigeon hole in my car seat beside me but Liana's name wasn't there. It was just my missed calls staring back at me like a proof of everything I couldn't fix.I had called her three good fucking times but there was no answer from her. All my calls went straight to voicemail.I could still see her face. The way her eyes had changed when Katherine said that word, when Katherine called her that name that only reminded her of the pain I caused her in the past.She tried to pretend it didn't hurt, even though it clearly did and the worst part of everything was?I was the one who created t
Liam's POV. From the moment Liana stood in front of the investors in the conference room, I knew she was going to impress everyone. The deal was going to be ours anyways because I trusted who I was handing the pitching to. She wasn't shaking the way she said she would.Her voice was very clear and everytime an investor threw questions at her. She would always deliver the answers intelligently and smartly. I sat there, pretending to take notes but I felt uneasy and my heart was beating harder than it had any right to.I told myself to focus on numbers, on charts, and on timelines. But instead, I ended up getting distracted. I kept watching her and the way she answered their questions without rushing.The way she paused just long enough before responding, like she actually thought about what she was saying instead of trying to impress anyone.I felt so proud of her and that is when it hit me, that this wasn't just about work. It hadn't been for a while and by the time the deal was seal
Liana's POV.“You'll be pitching today,” Liam said, leaning in closer to me and his shoulder brushed mine.I stood by the long glass table in the conference room. And I turned to him so fast that my heart skipped a beat.“What? No. Liam, no. I can't do that.”“You can.” he said.“I'm your personal assistant,” I whispered, panic rising in my chest. “My only job is to take notes and organize files. I don't pitch to investors.”“You're actually more than that. And you've always been.” he said, his voice becoming softer. My eyes scanned the conference room. Men and women were present and I was trying to stabilize myself because I knew that I did not belong there. Not until Liam made such a suggestion to me. Something I had never even thought of doing.I shook my head. “You're joking, right?” I asked.“I’m damn serious,” he replied. My mouth was slightly parted open and it closed on its own. My palms were sweaty. That is exactly what happens whenever I'm anxious. “I swear to you. I will m
Liana…I took my time getting dressed that morning, standing in the mirror longer than usual not because I didn't know what to wear, because my head wouldn't just stop thinking about it even when I did not want to.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liam's hand. Not exactly on my face but just close enough and I could still see that hesitation, that pause like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch me or if he should stop himself.I shook my head and tied my hair back. It was probably nothing and I was just imagining it. Sleep does that at times and it makes a person feel things that are heavier, deeper, and more meaningful that they really are.I walked out of my room and I went downstairs. But I wasn't ready for what my eyes saw.Liam was in the kitchen. He wasn't just standing there and doing nothing, he was actually cooking.The aroma of eggs and toast found my nostrils all on its own. He wore a simple t-shirt and his sleeves were folded up, his hair was slightly messy like he
Liana…I didn't expect him to still be there. The plate of food was still in my hands as the smell filled my nostrils, reminding me of how hungry I was but I still chose to be adamant and sulk in my anger.What if Liam hadn't come to me with my food, would I have starved myself for the whole night just because I was angry.? But that was enough reason.My back was pressed against the door. I had only slammed the door shut in his face, but I hadn't moved from that exact spot.I turned towards the door and I opened it. I stepped back, leaving the door half-open.“What are you still doing here?” “I wanted to apologize.” he said and I exhaled slowly.“You already did.”“I apologized for today.” he said. “Not everything else.”“You don't have to.” I answered back, staring straight into his eyes.“I actually do need to apologize to you. What I said at work was wrong. And the way I treated you back then_” he stopped, trying to put his words into the right sentence. “I was cruel.”The Liam wh
Liam's…I slammed my office door closed behind me with more force than it was needed. The papers on my desk flew away, like they felt my mood before I did.My fingers found my collar instantly. I began to loosen my tie, I felt suffocated. Liana's smile replayed in my head. I didn't even care about what conversation she was having with him. All I cared about was why she was smiling so much, like she had forgotten where she was.I opened a file. But I ended up reading the same three lines every single fucking time, I wasn't focused. Not at all. I closed the file and my fingers were just on my laptop doing nothing. I leaned back in my chair.Who the hell was that guy?I knew he was an employee. Because no one gets offered a job in this company without having to pass the interview. I wasn't part of the team that offers interviews so I wouldn't know him personally.But there was only one way to find out. I turned my chair towards the direction of my safelock and pulled out the employees







