Lily stood frozen in the kitchen long after Liam had left, her heart slamming against her ribs. His expression before he answered that call it wasn’t just tension. It was something deeper. Something dangerous. She swallowed, her fingers gripping the cold countertop as a wave of unease crept over her. She knew Liam wasn’t an open book. He was a fortress, built from years of distrust, betrayal, and whatever dark past had shaped him. But she had seen a crack in that armor tonight. And it terrified her. After a moment, she pushed away from the counter and followed the faint sound of his voice. She found him in his study, his back to her, his fingers pressed against the desk as if holding himself together. “I don’t care what it takes,” Liam said into the phone, his voice sharp, controlled. “Handle it.” A beat of silence. Then, his fist slammed against the desk. “No. That’s not an option. I want a name.” Lily’s breath caught in her throat. Whoever was on the other end of that cal
Lily’s heart pounded as she stood in front of Liam, gripping the file with trembling fingers. The weight of the paper felt heavier than it should, as if it carried something far more dangerous than ink and numbers. She could feel the heat of his gaze sharp, unyielding, daring her to push further. But she wasn’t backing down. Not this time. “You’re protecting someone, aren’t you?” Her voice was softer now, not accusing but searching. Liam’s jaw tensed, his stormy gray eyes flashing with something unreadable. His body was rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Drop it, Lily.” She exhaled, steadying herself. “I can’t.” A dark chuckle escaped his lips, void of humor. “Of course, you can’t.” Lily swallowed hard, gathering her courage. “Who is it, Liam? Who are you sending all this money to?” She lifted the file slightly, her hands shaking from both fear and frustration. Liam took a slow, measured step toward her, his presence overwhelming. “You don’t want to know
Lily stood frozen in the middle of Liam’s study, her heart hammering against her ribs. The name Margaret Carlyle echoed in her mind, a puzzle piece that didn’t fit anywhere in the version of Liam she knew.Who was she? And why had Liam reacted as if her name alone had the power to rip him apart?Her eyes darted to the scattered pages on the floor. With shaky hands, she knelt down and gathered the papers, her breath hitching when she caught sight of the bank transactions again. Liam had been wiring large sums of money to someone under that name. But why?The door slammed shut, making her jump.Liam was gone.The tension that had filled the room just moments ago still clung to the air, thick and suffocating.Lily exhaled slowly. She had pushed him tooLily’s hands trembled as she clutched the edge of the marble countertop, her reflection staring back at her from the grand mirror in the lavish bathroom. Her heart pounded so hard it drowned out the sound of the running water.She had bare
Lily stood at the edge of the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she stared out at the sprawling city below. The lights twinkled in the distance, like distant stars, but nothing seemed to shine as brightly as the turmoil within her chest. It had been days since the gala, and the weight of her choices felt like an unshakable burden on her soul.She hadn’t been prepared for any of this least of all for the pull of attraction she felt for Liam. She should have been angry, bitter, and hurt. After all, he had used her, manipulated her into a contract that no one in their right mind would agree to. And yet, every time he looked at her, every time his voice dipped into that dangerous yet seductive tone, she felt a pang in her chest.Liam had changed the rules without her consent, and now, with every passing day, she found herself tangled in emotions she had no place feeling. The whirlwind of being thrust into his world—the luxurious penthouse, the power, the secrets—was
The air was thick with tension as Aria stood on the balcony of Damien's penthouse, gazing out at the sprawling city below. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, racing and colliding, much like the storm she could feel brewing within herself. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the city lights flickered like tiny stars across the skyline. But even the beauty of the view couldn’t erase the unease that had settled in her chest.Damien had been distant for the past few days, his eyes colder than ever, his touch more fleeting. She knew something was wrong, something had shifted. The walls between them had grown higher, and despite her best efforts to bridge the gap, they remained untouched, untouchable.Her fingers gripped the railing, the cool metal biting into her skin, a stark contrast to the heat rising in her heart. She didn’t understand him anymore she didn’t understand why he was pushing her away when everything had been so close to falling into place.Aria closed her eyes, taking a
Aria stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as the woman entered the room. Every instinct in her screamed to leave, to walk away from the tension that now filled the space like a suffocating fog. But something kept her rooted to the spot was it fear, curiosity, or the overwhelming need to understand?Damien’s expression shifted the moment the woman appeared, his earlier vulnerability quickly masked by a wall of coldness. Aria could sense the change in him, the abrupt return of the guarded man she had known when they first met. The warmth in his gaze had evaporated, replaced with a steely resolve.The woman, undeterred by the palpable tension, tilted her head slightly and fixed her piercing blue eyes on Aria. There was a certain air of superiority about her, an aura that demanded attention and respect. Her lips curled into a tight smile, and she crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze flickering between Damien and Aria.“I see you’ve found someone new,” the woman said, her voi
The night felt colder now, the air thick with unspoken tension. Aria stood at the edge of the room, her body rigid, her heart still pounding from the conversation with Damien. There was something haunting about the way he had spoken his eyes filled with secrets he seemed desperate to keep buried. The darkness of his past loomed over them like a shadow, threatening to swallow everything in its path.Damien's confession hung heavily between them, suffocating the space with its weight. He wasn't just a man hiding from his past; he was a man trying to outrun it. And she had unknowingly stepped right into the middle of it.Her thoughts were interrupted when Damien spoke again, his voice low and filled with a vulnerability she hadn't expected."I never wanted you to see me like this," he admitted, his gaze avoiding hers. "I never wanted you to be part of this mess."Aria's heart ached at his words. She took a step closer, her voice gentle but firm. "Damien, you don't get to decide what I ca
The tension in the room thickened, an unspoken war waging between them as Catherine’s heels clicked sharply against the floor. She carried herself with an air of unsettling confidence, her presence radiating danger wrapped in elegance."Well, well," Catherine mused, a knowing smirk playing at her lips. "It seems I've walked in on quite the reunion."Damien’s grip on the door handle tightened, his knuckles white. His expression was unreadable, but Aria could sense the storm brewing beneath his composed facade."What do you want, Catherine?" Damien's voice was low, controlled, but the edge of anger was impossible to miss.Catherine’s sharp gaze flickered to Aria, her smirk widening as if she enjoyed the tension she’d just stirred. "Oh, nothing much," she said lightly, though her tone was anything but casual. "Just ensuring that old acquaintances don’t forget their debts."She took a deliberate step forward, her red lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "You see, Damien,
The private jet coasted across the Atlantic, leaving the stormy skies of London behind. Liam sat by the window, his eyes unfocused as the clouds drifted below. Across from him, Elias sat in silence, earbuds in, pretending to be engrossed in the music on his phone. But Liam could feel the tension thick and undeniable settling between them like an invisible wall.It was one thing to discover a long-lost half-brother. It was another entirely to trust him.Liam had grown up in a world where loyalty was transactional and trust, a weapon that could turn into a blade. Elias, on the other hand, had lived a life stripped of luxury but anchored in truth or so he thought. Now both stood at a crossroads, each unsure whether they were about to gain an ally or invite in another enemy.“You ever been to New York before?” Liam finally asked.Elias glanced up, removed one earbud, and shook his head. “No. Just seen it in movies. Looks… loud.”A dry chuckle escaped Liam. “That’s one word for it.”There
The silence in the office was thunderous. Liam stood rooted, his mind reeling from the revelations Damien had just laid before him. A hidden heir. A forged will. And a father who had manipulated everything..even Lily. The room felt colder, the walls tighter. Damien leaned against the glass table, arms folded. “I didn’t want to believe it either. But the documents we decrypted… they don’t lie.” Liam slowly sat down, fingers steepled beneath his chin. “So what you’re saying is, my father had a second family?” Damien nodded. “Or at least a child he kept hidden. There are bank transactions brecurring ones made to an unlisted name. And some travel records that suggest he flew to London frequently, always to the same address.” “Do we have a name?” Lily asked, her voice laced with disbelief. Damien opened the tablet again. “Elias Thorn. Born nineteen years ago. His mother, Marianne Thorn, was once Marcus Carlyle’s personal assistant. She resigned under suspicious circumstances and mov
The storm outside mirrored the one brewing inside Liam’s mind. Rain hammered against the windows of the Carlyle estate as thunder cracked through the sky like a warning. But Liam paid no attention to the weather. All he could focus on was the photograph of his father and Emily.It haunted him.He stared at the fire dancing in the fireplace, his jaw clenched, mind racing. How had Emily ended up beside Marcus Carlyle? What did she know? What had she done? More importantly what had his father done?Behind him, Lily emerged from the hallway, wrapped in a silk robe. She hadn’t said much after the revelation. They were both stunned. But the silence between them wasn’t distant. It was heavy with thought and concern.“Liam?” she said softly, approaching him. “I’ve been thinking… if my sister worked with your father, it must’ve been before the wedding was even arranged. Before you and I ever crossed paths.”“That means your sister didn’t just disappear for no reason,” Liam said darkly. “She va
The following day began with a heavy air at Carlyle Holdings. Everyone walked on eggshells, their movements hushed, eyes filled with nervous curiosity. The tension had become a permanent resident in the sleek hallways, following Liam wherever he went.He entered the boardroom early, before any of the executives arrived. The footage had been secured, and Damien was working on getting a strategic release to the media. But that was only the tip of the iceberg. He needed to know the truth and it started with Emily Grant.She arrived minutes later, perfectly punctual as always. Her ash-blonde hair was tied in a neat bun, and her dark navy suit was unwrinkled despite the storm swirling around the company. Her calm demeanor hadn't changed.“You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked, setting down her briefcase.“Yes. Please sit,” Liam gestured, motioning toward the seat across from him.Emily took her seat, watching him closely. “Is this about the leak?”“It is,” he said, folding his hands. “Our
The following morning, the mansion was unnaturally quiet, despite the chaos unfolding beyond its walls. Liam sat in his private study, poring over the leaked documents for the third time. Lines of numbers and names danced in front of him like ghosts from a time he had tried so hard to forget. Somewhere in these files, someone had planted the seeds meant to destroy him.There was a knock.“Come in,” he said, not looking up.Lily stepped in, a cup of coffee in her hand. “You need to eat something.”He offered a faint smile, taking the cup. “Thanks. I didn’t sleep much.”“Neither did I,” she murmured, sitting beside him. “You’ve been quiet since last night. You okay?”“No,” he answered honestly. “But I will be. Once I find out who’s doing this.”They sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the city beyond the windows muffled by thick glass.“I’ve been thinking,” Lily said softly. “About that photo they leaked… the one of you and your father.”“What about it?”“You said you didn’t go insi
The morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting golden streaks across the wooden floors. Liam sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the unread message Damien had forwarded to him at dawn.The headline was bold and damning: “Carlyle Legacy Tied to Financial Crimes: Leaked Documents Surface.”Though the article didn’t mention Liam by name, it danced dangerously close. The Carlyle estate. The offshore accounts. The shell corporations. The web of it all threaded neatly back to the past he had barely survived.He looked at Lily. She was still sleeping, her brow relaxed for once, the faint trace of peace softening her usually guarded face. He hated that this peace would be shattered soon.Liam slid his phone into his pocket and left the room.Downstairs, the house was already abuzz. Sofia, his long-time housekeeper, handed him a tablet. “It’s everywhere, sir. Social media. Business news. Blogs.”He took the tablet and skimmed headlines, each one more s
The following days were quieter, not because of tension, but a newfound softness that grew between them. Lily had not yet given her heart fully back, but she had let down the thick walls she’d built around it. Liam, for the first time in years, was learning to speak the language of vulnerability.They spent their mornings in the garden and their evenings at the dinner table not in stiff silence, but with small conversations, shy smiles, and cautious laughter. It wasn’t a return to what they were, but the first steps toward something new.But even as the pieces began to align, something restless stirred beneath the surface.It started with a phone call.Liam had been in his office when the private line rang. Only a few people had that number his lawyer, his assistant, and Damien.He picked it up.“What is it?” Liam asked, expecting routine business.But Damien’s voice came in low and urgent. “I need to see you. It’s important.”Liam leaned back in his chair. “Can’t it wait?”“No. It’s
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Carlyle estate, casting long golden beams across the marble floor. The warmth of the day contrasted sharply with the coldness Lily felt inside. Though she’d asked for time and space, the emptiness it brought felt like a burden she wasn’t prepared for.For days, Liam respected her boundaries. He kept to his study, engaged with work or perhaps simply brooding in solitude. Meals were often quiet. If they crossed paths, they did so silently, a nod or a fleeting glance the only acknowledgment of each other’s presence. Lily wasn’t sure if it was what she truly wanted, but she feared that if they spoke, the rawness of her heart would take control.But life continued outside their strained cocoon.Lily found herself drawn to the garden, the only place where her thoughts could roam free. The blooming orchids and gentle rustle of the trees provided her with a strange sort of peace. She would sit for hours, sketching idly or journaling her
The days following their confrontation were heavy with silence, each passing moment a reminder of the vast chasm that now existed between Lily and Liam. The house, once filled with the soft hum of daily life and whispered conversations, had become a quiet prison. Every corner seemed to hold an unspoken truth, every glance between them a question left unanswered.Lily spent her days walking the halls aimlessly, her mind a maze of conflicting emotions. She hadn’t expected forgiveness to come so easily, nor had she expected the weight of it to feel so suffocating. Each time she tried to think of a way forward, the shadow of Liam’s secrets loomed larger, clouding any hope she had left for their future.She had known from the start that love wasn’t simple, that the path they had chosen would be fraught with challenges. But this... this betrayal was something she hadn’t prepared for. To think that Liam, the man she had trusted with her heart, had kept so much from her, had hidden so many tr