ログイン"That's not his shirt."Allie says it without thinking — the words just come out, automatic, the way you correct a small wrong when your brain is running on tired and you've lost the energy to calculate every sentence before it leaves your mouth.Liam goes very still."You still remember what he wears," he says. Flat. Not a question."I said the shirt isn't his. Nick doesn't wear blue dress shirts—""So you've inventoried his wardrobe.""Liam."He turns away, jaw tight, and she watches him discard the shirt back on the chair with the disgust of a man who has decided this particular piece of clothing is personally offensive to him. Which, given everything, it probably is.She grabs clothes from her closet — the same impulse she's had since she was seventeen, when this room was a refuge and the first rule was always when overwhelmed, shower — and heads for the bathroom.Sh
"If you don't believe me," Liam says, "ask him."The sentence lands like something dropped from a building.Allie looks at his face — really looks — searching for the tell that this is overprotection, irrational jealousy, a man spiraling past the evidence. But Liam Hart doesn't spiral. He doesn't say things he doesn't mean. He doesn't build accusations out of nothing.His face is completely, devastatingly serious.She thinks about Adam in the hospital — head lowered, flushed, saying the porridge was good like it cost him his whole composure. The camera sessions, how his eyes kept finding her when he wasn't monitoring them. The balcony Liam won't explain but clearly cannot unsee.He likes you. The way a man likes a woman."That's—" she starts.A knock at the door.Both of them go still.It gets louder.Liam releases a breath through his nose, crosses the room, turns the han
She waits.Liam said I have something to tell you and then he went completely silent — standing in the middle of her childhood bedroom with his hands at his sides and something building in the space between them that she can feel pressing against her skin like weather."What?" she finally says. "What did you want to tell me?"He exhales. Looks at her. His jaw is tight in the way it gets when he's about to say something that costs him."Can you stop fighting me on this?" he says. "Just — stop."She blinks. "Are you serious? I'm fighting you? You accused me without evidence. You drove away. Twice. You said the family's reputation was at stake—""Adam likes you."The sentence drops into the room like something thrown from a great height.She stares at him."I said—""I heard you." Her voice comes out flat. She heard him and her brain is refusing to process i
Vivian watches Liam's expression shift and her whole body floods with the specific, electric satisfaction of a woman who has just found the exact nerve she was looking for.She presses harder."It's actually quite sad, when you think about it." She leans in, voice dropping to something intimate and rueful, like she's sharing something she'd rather not. "Allie and Nick were practically inseparable growing up. He used to come over all the time — stayed over sometimes, even. We all just assumed they'd get married eventually. It seemed so inevitable." She pauses, perfectly timed. "I think that's why she still held onto the photo. Some things you can't let go of, even when you should."Liam's jaw does something she can't fully read.Good enough.Vivian is so focused on his face that she doesn't notice Allie until she's already there — fruit plate in hand, setting it on the coffee table with the quiet efficiency of someone who has de
Vivian is practically vibrating with suppressed fury.She sets the dish beside Allie's plate with enough controlled force to rattle the table setting, smiles her most devastating smile, and retreats to her seat. But her jaw is locked. Her fingers, wrapped around her chopsticks, have gone white at the knuckles. Her eyes keep cutting to Liam — to the easy, unhurried way he's already resumed conversation with David, as if the last thirty seconds didn't happen, as if Vivian isn't sitting three feet away fantasizing about setting something on fire.Allie eats the prawn.It's perfect. Of course it is.She does not look at Liam again.Dinner ends. David and Liam migrate to the living room, the conversation shifting to equity markets and something about a waterfront development, the language of men who have made money and are making more. Lisa disappears into the kitchen with the practiced efficiency of someone who has realized this evening we
Lisa Ruyan did not expect to be cut down by a girl who usually takes whatever's handed to her.She blinks. Recalibrates. The professional smile returns like a reflex. "What's gotten into you, sweetheart? Of course Liam is family. I only meant—""Then let's eat," Allie says, and sits down.Not at the seat beside Liam. At the far end of the table, the one nearest the kitchen, the one that says I am here because I have to be and not a single inch closer than necessary.She doesn't look at him.She can feel him looking at her, that specific, quiet focus she's learned to identify the way you learn to identify weather before it breaks — but she keeps her eyes on her plate and reaches for the rice and tells herself that the warmth climbing up the back of her neck is nothing. Temperature. The kitchen. Not him.Vivian drops into the seat to Liam's left with the deliberate certainty of a person who has already decided it'
After leaving the hospital, Allie couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret for agreeing so quickly.There were so many factors she hadn’t considered—especially with Julian Ford being such a high-profile figure. The paparazzi were always lurking, waiting to snap something that would feed into the w
“Allie, what’s going on with you?” Scarlett leaned in, gently patting Allie’s flushed face.Allie’s skin was burning, and Scarlett quickly realized something was seriously wrong.“Allie, you’ve got a fever—a bad one,” Scarlett murmured, her voice tinged with worry.Earlier that day, an offhand comm
Allie’s heart pounded as Liam’s sharp gaze bore into her. The intensity in his eyes made her uneasy, though she’d never admit it.Her skin was dotted with an embarrassing rash, covering more than she cared to mention. The idea of asking Liam for help? Out of the question. Yet, here he was, standing
Julian Ford shut the car door with a casual grin. "What’s wrong with me this time, Allie?"Allison "Allie" Brooks folded her arms, trying to steady herself. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone once and for all, but she knew Julian well enough to know that wouldn’t work. He wasn’t the type to







