Se connecter"This is my first time... it hurts... oh, it’s bleeding..." Allie winced as a cut from the kitchen knife throbbed on her finger. Liam glanced at her, his face full of concern, and applied the medicine with a sharp, almost angry tone: "I’ve told you not to go near the kitchen! Just tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll make it for you!" For Allie, her 20th birthday gift was discovering her boyfriend's betrayal with her best friend in bed. Furious, she turned her back on Nick and married Liam Hart, the city’s most influential and untouchable man. From that moment, she faced endless challenges: Nick’s constant manipulations, Liam’s family scheming against her, and the toxic people in their lives. Everyone sees Liam as the perfect, doting husband—no one knows the price she pays for his love. Exhausted, Allie faced Liam one night, her voice trembling with frustration: "Liam Hart, you are a monster in disguise." Liam, looking hurt, replied with a soft grin, “You wound me, darling. How could I possibly be a monster when I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you?”
Voir plusWe're getting dressed when the knock comes.I open the door.Vivian.She's in a silk robe, hair perfectly arranged for someone who claims to have just woken up, eyes doing a rapid sweep of the room the moment I step back. Her gaze lands on Liam — buttoning his cuffs, unhurried, in the middle of my childhood bedroom at seven-thirty on a Sunday — and something moves across her face before she locks it down."Brother-in-law." Her voice is warm enough to frost glass. "Mom made fish soup noodles. She wants you both downstairs for breakfast."Liam walks toward the door.He stops beside me."Can you—" He tips his chin toward his collar, where the top button has come loose. "I can never get that one."I turn.He's already done everything else — the shirt perfectly pressed from Secretary Fang, the jacket ready on the chair. Just the collar. Just this one button.I reach up and do it.It takes
The shirt never fully dries.I know it the moment I walk into the bathroom the next morning, still warm from sleep, and pick it up from where it ended up in the sink — crumpled and slightly damp and deeply, irreversibly wrinkled — and I stand there holding it with the specific expression of a woman reconstructing the sequence of events that led to this outcome.The sequence is: I was washing the shirt. Liam came in. The shirt went into the sink.The rest of the sequence is not relevant to the shirt."It's ruined," I say, when I walk back into the bedroom.Liam is sitting up against the headboard, the quilt pooled at his waist, watching me with the unhurried contentment of a man who slept well and is in no particular rush to begin the morning. There is something criminally unfair about how he looks right now — the morning light through the curtains, the particular dishevelment that happens when someone sleeps hard — and I hav
He is shameless.I realize it the exact moment the pain evaporates from his face and the triumphant smile takes its place — slow, deliberate, aimed directly at me — and I stand there for a full three seconds with my concern evaporating into something hotter."You faked it," I say.He stretches out on my childhood bed like he owns it."I needed to know how worried you'd get." His voice is warm. Easy. The voice of a man who has won something and is comfortable letting you see it."I nearly had a heart attack.""You went white as a sheet.""Because I thought I had—" I stop. Take a breath. "You are the most—"I step on his stomach.Not hard. Enough. He makes an extremely satisfying sound.Then I crawl back under the quilt, turn my back to him, and pull it over my head.He lifts it."Are you angry?""Go away.""You're not angry. You're embarrassed that you cared.""Go. Away."He doesn't go away, but he does, eventually, stop talking. The mattress shifts as he gets up. I hear the bathroom d
"Let me go."She doesn't scream it. She says it low and tight, pressed against the mattress with Liam's weight above her and his mouth at her throat and two weeks of distance and fury and missed meals and sleepless nights colliding in the space between them with nowhere to go."Liam—"He kisses her instead. A deep, claiming kiss that isn't asking anything, that is only saying — you are mine, you were always mine, I have been miserable without you every single day — and for a moment she goes completely still because it lands everywhere at once, through her chest and her stomach and the stupid, traitorous parts of her that missed him the way you miss sunlight in a cold house.Then she gets her head back."I will scream," she says against his mouth."Your father's house," he says. "That would be embarrassing for both of us.""I will absolutely scream.""Allie." His voice is rough. He pulls back just enough to look at her — and she sees it, sees all the things he hasn't said. Two weeks of
Something about Vivian was… off.
Did she say something wrong again?The moment the word left her lips, Allie caught it—the subtle twitch in Adam’s brow, the slight narrowing of his eyes.A flicker of irritation, barely there, but sharp enough to slice through her confidence.Adam folded his arms across his chest, his stance as clo
Liam’s eyebrows twitched slightly.That was twice today.I had kissed him—completely unprovoked. And now, I couldn’t even look him in the eye.God, what was wrong with me?My cheeks were burning, the heat spreading down my neck like a wildfire. Had I been too forward? Was I misreading him entirely?
Robert Hart leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood of his desk. His sharp eyes settled on the two sitting across from him. “I just spoke with David Brooks. Now that the marriage certificate has been signed, we should move forward with the wedding as soon as
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