Mag-log inMia's screaming pushes the man over the edge. Not the physical edge, the other one. The one inside his head, the line between desperation and something far more dangerous.His face changes. The soft, pleading expression hardens into something else. Something ugly. He raises the gun and points it directly at Liam."Bingbing," he says, his voice suddenly tender, almost gentle, "do you see? The man you spent your youth loving married someone else. He betrayed you. Shall I avenge you? Shall I put him down? Wouldn't that make you happy?"Mia's eyes go red with rage."If you touch him," she says, each word precise, each word a blade, "I will never forgive you. Not in this life. Not in any life after. I will haunt you until you die of fear."The man's brow furrows."You're still protecting him?" His voice cracks. "He abandoned you, Bingbing. He chose another woman. And you still love him? Why can't you look at me? I love you
"You lunatic! Let me go!"Mia pulls against his grip with everything she has. Her nails dig into his wrist. Her body twists. For a second it looks like she might break free.She doesn't.The man reacts fast. His arm tightens around her throat and he takes two steps backward, toward the edge. Mia's heel catches on the concrete and she stumbles. For one sickening half-second she hangs in the air with nothing below her but twelve stories of empty space and the Chicago skyline.She screams.The sound cuts through the rooftop like something sharp. It's not a composed sound. Not the controlled, measured Mia Stone that the world knows. It's raw. Animal. The sound of a person who has just understood, in the most physical way possible, what it feels like to almost fall.Nobody moves.The police haven't arrived. The negotiation team is still assembling. The security guards maintain their semicircle, but none of them
Every face in the room goes pale.A cluster of journalists grabs their cameras and runs. The host is already on her phone. The crew is scrambling, pulling up news feeds, trying to piece together what's happening from fragments and push notifications.Liam's expression hardens into something I haven't seen in weeks. Not anger. Something more focused. The face of a man who has identified a problem and is already moving toward it."I'm going up there," he says."I'm coming too."He doesn't argue. We leave Prism Tower and cross the four blocks to Meridian Tower in under three minutes. Liam drives. I sit beside him and watch his jaw work and say nothing because nothing I could say would change whatever is about to happen.---The rooftop of Meridian Tower is chaos.A crowd has formed along the edge, pressed together in a tight circle that tightens further every time someone new pushes through. Securit
The host's words land in my chest.Others in the room probably heard a husband apologizing to his wife on camera. A sweet moment. Good television. The kind of clip that gets shared a hundred thousand times by morning.But I heard something underneath it.He was explaining the necklace. Without saying it directly, without naming Mia, without going into the surveillance footage or the garden conversation or any of the specifics, he told me why he did what he did. He spent $200 million and kept it secret because he wanted to carry the weight alone. The false accusations, the conspiracy, the damage control, all of it. He took it on himself and left me out of it, and he did it because he thought that was the kind thing to do.I hadn't considered that.For two weeks I'd been angry. For two weeks I'd been building a case against him in my head, collecting evidence of his distrust, cataloging every moment where he chose Mia's word over mine. And the whole time, the man I was accusing was sitt
The support staff waves us over. "Mr. Hart, Miss Brooks, shall we get started?" Liam and I walk to the set together. The interview space has been rearranged since this morning. The two formal chairs are gone, replaced by a sofa. A loveseat, basically, designed to look intimate. The host sits in a separate chair to the side, camera already rolling. This isn't a standard interview. It's the kind of segment where celebrities sit close together and answer questions about their personal lives while a camera crew captures every microexpression. The format is designed to look casual and natural, which means it's neither. The host leans forward with the bright, practiced energy of someone who's been waiting for this segment all day. "Good evening, everyone. We're thrilled to have two special guests tonight: Miss Allie Brooks and Mr. Liam Hart." She pauses for effect. "For those who don't know, Mr. Hart and Miss Brooks are one of the most talked-about couples in the industry right now.
The word "jealous" echoes in my head for a long time after Chloe hangs up.I lie on the guest room bed and stare at the ceiling and turn it over. Jealous. That's what Chloe said. That's the word she chose, and the more I roll it around, the more I realize she picked the right one, even though I don't want her to be right.I had told myself this was about distrust. That Liam didn't believe me. That was the story I built, the one that made sense, the one that justified the coldness and the separate rooms and the silence.But that's not quite it, is it?Liam does trust me. He trusts me the way you trust someone you've assessed. He looked at the situation, evaluated my capabilities, weighed my character against the available evidence, and concluded that I wasn't the type. That's not the same as believing me. That's a risk calculation.When it comes to Mia, it's different.Liam's trust in Mia isn't something he arrived at through logic. It's something that's been there since childhood, bui
Every room here had a terrace, and the terraces were close enough that you could almost hear a neighbor’s whispered words.Allie stepped out onto her terrace, breathing in the crisp night air. But as her gaze wandered to the neighboring balcony, her breath caught. The figure standing there, illumin
Allison Brooks didn’t think it would be easy to bring herself to utter the words, even though they’d been burning inside her for days.“Let’s get a divorce,” she finally said, her voice steady despite the whirlwind in her chest.The moment those words left her lips, the air in the car shifted. It w
No wonder Allie felt a strange sense of familiarity when she first saw the name on the business card.Although Time Entertainment didn’t have the long-standing legacy of Starlight Entertainment, it had gained immense influence in the industry over the past few years. In a short span, Time Entertain
Allie Brooks was completely stunned.The revelation struck her like a lightning bolt, leaving her mind blank for a moment before clarity seeped in, cutting deeper than she could have imagined.She had never fully understood why someone like Liam Hart would agree to marry her. They were strangers be







