The hotel’s bathroom was pristine, with a luxurious rainfall shower. Allie fiddled with the knobs, adjusting the water temperature to just the right warmth.She turned to Liam, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a lazy intensity. "The water’s ready. Go in."He didn’t move. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you forgetting something?""What now?"Liam gestured dramatically at his shirt. "Help me out here. I’m incapable in my current state.""You’re impossible," Allie muttered, walking over.Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. The proximity was unnerving. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint traces of whiskey mixed with his cologne. When she finally looked up, their eyes met.Liam’s playful demeanor shifted. His gaze darkened, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "You’re not going to run away again, are you?""Liam..." Allie’s voice faltered as he took her hand and pressed it against his chest. His skin was warm, the st
Liam Hart slumped over the polished wooden table, his head resting heavily on his folded arms. The private room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of decorative sconces casting elongated shadows across the walls. Sitting across from him, George Smith appeared unusually relaxed. He leaned back, flipping through a magazine titled World Economy, the faint sound of rustling pages the only noise in the otherwise silent room.The door creaked open, and Allison Brooks cautiously stepped in. Her eyes darted between the sprawled figure of Liam and the calmly seated George.“You’re finally back,” George said without even glancing up. A slight smirk tugged at his lips.Allie frowned, her confusion evident. “How did you know I’d come back?” she asked, her tone laced with suspicion.George closed the magazine with a deliberate snap and stood, stretching as if he’d been waiting for hours. “Because someone as stubborn as you wouldn’t leave things unresolved,” he said. Then, gesturing toward Liam, he
Allison Brooks just wanted to have a quiet meal, staying out of the spotlight and blending into the background. But that plan quickly unraveled when George Smith leaned back in his chair, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes glinted with mischief as he spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear."Allison, why not give Liam Hart a toast? It’s the least you could do."Allie froze, her fork halting mid-air. It was clear as day that George had done this on purpose, drawing every set of eyes in the room toward her. The murmur of conversation died down, replaced by the weight of curiosity and expectation. Even Scarlett Renwick, seated two chairs away, tilted her head with a knowing smirk, clearly enjoying the show.Allie’s lips tightened. She knew she couldn’t avoid it without looking conspicuous, so she pushed her chair back and stood, reaching for her wine glass. Her heart hammered in her chest as she made her way toward Liam, who sat at the head of the table. His impos
Allie’s survival instincts screamed at her. Sitting anywhere near Liam Hart tonight would be asking for trouble. She quickly scanned the room and chose the seat farthest from him, sliding into it with quiet determination.From across the table, Julian Ford chuckled loudly, his deep voice carrying over the hum of conversation. “Allie, always playing hard to get. But I like a challenge.”Allie rolled her eyes. “Julian, give it a rest, will you? And maybe try acting your age.”Julian smirked, raising his glass in mock surrender. “Touché. But you know, I’m irresistible. Everyone else here agrees.”“Dream on,” Allie shot back, but her tone had an edge of amusement. Julian’s antics were predictable, if nothing else.The chatter around the table grew louder as more people arrived. Allie couldn’t help but glance at Liam. He was deep in conversation with George Smith, his demeanor calm yet commanding. Despite herself, her gaze lingered on him a moment too long. She quickly looked away when his
Liam Hart and Julian were two completely different forces of nature.Julian, with his sharp features and mischievous smirk, radiated an allure that seemed to straddle the line between mischief and danger. His piercing blue eyes carried an almost hypnotic glint, as if they held a thousand secrets and a million schemes.But Liam? Liam was different.He was intensity personified—a storm wrapped in calm. His features were sharp yet grounded, exuding masculinity in every detail. His deep-set gray eyes, which seemed to hold galaxies, demanded attention without a word. Every move he made was deliberate, calculated, and undeniably magnetic.Allison couldn’t look at him for too long. It wasn’t because he was intimidating—though he undeniably was—but because looking at him too long felt like drowning in an endless ocean of mystery.“I’ll give you that, Cher,” Scarlett teased with a playful nudge. “There aren’t many men out there who could rival Julian. But Liam Hart? He’s a different breed alt
The moment it was confirmed that Allison Brooks had been cast as the lead in Cinderella’s Magical Love, Vivian Brooks’ face darkened with disbelief.After the opening ceremony, the production team led everyone on a tour of the shooting locations. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, but the tension between the two sisters could have cut through the air like a knife.Later, as Allie sat alone in the lounge, organizing her thoughts, Vivian stormed in, her expression livid."Allison Brooks, how did you manage this? Did you crawl into the director’s bed? Or maybe you seduced one of the investors? I knew you were desperate, but I didn’t think you’d stoop this low," Vivian sneered, her tone dripping with malice.Allie met her sister’s glare calmly, though her voice carried an unmistakable edge. "Vivian, watch your mouth. You’re too young to be throwing around accusations like that."Vivian’s laugh was bitter. "Don’t you dare act superior. Someone like you couldn’t possibly land this role