LOGINAfter breakfast, Charlotte called out from the pool. "Daddy! Come swim with me!" Liam immediately stood up, kicking off his leather sandals and rolling his linen trousers up above his ankles. He stepped into the shallow end, splashing Charlotte gently. "Whoa!" Charlotte squealed. "Daddy!" "You started it, Princess." "I did not!" "You absolutely did." She giggled loudly, splashing him back with both hands. Liam laughed out loud—a rich, warm sound that filled the morning air. I sat near the lounge chair, watching them with a soft smile. That was my husband. Not the ruthless corporate raider. Not the intimidating billionaire who silenced boardrooms with a glare. Just Liam. Charlotte’s father. My best friend. My home. Felicia stood several feet away near the edge of the deck, watching the scene. Her expression was completely unreadable. I stood up and walked over to stand beside her. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She turned her head to look at me. "What?" I gestured toward Liam and Ch
The Maldives looked like absolute perfection that morning. The Indian Ocean glittered beneath the bright tropical sunlight like a expanse of scattered diamonds. Palm trees swayed lazily in the sea breeze, and the turquoise water surrounding our overwater villa reflected the endless blue sky. Everything was peaceful. Everything felt like a dream. Unfortunately, Felicia Brooke had decided to bring cold reality directly to our doorstep. I sat at the poolside breakfast table wearing a white silk resort dress and dark oversized sunglasses, quietly sipping my espresso while Charlotte splashed happily in the shallow end of the infinity pool. Liam sat beside me in a dark linen shirt, looking entirely too relaxed for a man whose corporate rival had followed him halfway across the world. And Felicia? She had somehow managed to turn our private family breakfast into an informal board meeting. She sat across from us on our dining deck with a slim black leather folder resting besid
When we finally pulled apart, I smiled against his lips. “Promise me something.” “What?” “Don’t let anyone turn this vacation into another war.” He chuckled softly, kissing my nose. “I promise.” Neither of us knew how quickly that promise was going to be tested.*** The following morning, I stepped onto our private wooden terrace holding a mug of fresh black coffee. Charlotte was still fast asleep in her room, and Liam was inside getting dressed. I took a slow sip of coffee, taking in the peace. Then I noticed unusual movement near the resort dock. A convoy of luxury dark speedboats had arrived, and several resort employees were gathering near the water walkway. My stomach tightened. That level of fanfare was rare for a private island. A familiar figure stepped out of the first boat. She wore an immaculate cream linen suit over a silk blouse, dark designer sunglasses shielding her eyes from the morning sun. She looked completely at ease, as though she owned the island. Felic
Standing on the glass terrace of our pavilion, my hands wrapped around a cold glass of water, I watched Liam pace near the sliding doors, his encrypted phone pressed hard against his ear. His broad shoulders were squared into a rigid, unyielding line, and his dark jawline was clenched so tight a muscle twitched continuously in his cheek. “No, Mother.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I knew that tone—it was the dangerous register Liam used when he was one sentence away from losing his patience entirely. “I understand what you’re trying to achieve.” He paused, his sharp jaw tightening further. “No.” Another agonizing pause. “I said no, Mother.” I couldn’t hear Louisa clearly from where I stood, but I didn’t need to. I already knew what they were discussing: Felicia, her sudden corporate comeback, her growing financial influence, and the fact that Louisa apparently believed Felicia deserved a seat beside the Montgomery Group. Liam turned toward me, his dark eyes softening for half a
Sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains of our master bedroom, painting the white duvet and hardwood floors in warm shades of gold. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I woke up without the suffocating weight of fear sitting on my chest. I opened my eyes slowly. Liam was lying beside me on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, his dark eyes fixed on my face. I blinked sleepily. “How long have you been staring at me?” “Long enough.” “That’s creepy, Mr. Montgomery.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “You’re beautiful when you sleep, Abby.” “I probably look like a mess.” “You snore.” My eyes widened. “I do not!” “You definitely do.” “I absolutely do not, Liam!” A low chuckle escaped him. I grabbed the pillow behind my back and smacked it against his chest. “You are an absolute liar!” Before he could retaliate, the heavy double doors of the master suite flew open. “Mommy!” Charlotte came sprinting into the room, launching herself onto
He slowly turned the phone toward me. It was an urgent system alert from his executive assistant: URGENT — BROOKE CAPITAL ANNOUNCES NEW PARTNERSHIP My smile vanished completely. I tapped the attached press link, and a high-definition photograph of Felicia Brooke flashed across the screen. She was standing at a podium in London, surrounded by international investors and corporate executives. The headline read: FELICIA BROOKE SECURES MAJOR EUROPEAN INVESTMENT ALLIANCE I frowned, my stomach tightening. “Already? How is she making moves this fast after the board meeting?” Liam nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing. “She had this lined up before she ever walked into our boardroom.” I scrolled down the article. It detailed how Brooke Capital had secured strategic backing from several European investment consortiums and was aggressively positioning itself to acquire significant shares in firms tied directly to the British financial market—specifically targeting Montgomery International’s







