It's Cancelled

Aria’s POV:

I leaned closer to Sam and watched the video she was watching; it was just one of Liam walking out of court… He didn’t even say anything to the press.

“Liar,” I scoffed. For a moment I thought he was really coming back to America.

“I am not, okay? He didn’t say it directly to the press, but he posted it.”

I rolled my eyes. “He doesn’t have an account.”

I had searched everywhere but couldn’t find his account, so I figured he must not be a fan of the internet.

“He has.” Sam scrolled on her phone before shoving it in my face.

It was a T*****r account; the profile photo was Liam’s, but the name was not anything related to Liam Styles.

It was Mr. Consegnare.

In his latest post, he tweeted, “Going home for a break, no more cases.”

He was coming back.

Our path could cross again.

Wait.

“Umm…What if he meant home as in his home in Italy?” I questioned, and Sam laughed.

“Why are you so interested in this man?” Ava asked in disbelief, and I pouted. Was it wrong to ask a question?

“Don’t think too much about him, sister; he will be getting married to Jasmine Freyo.”

Huh?

He is getting married?

He never mentioned her, and who the fuck is Jasmine Freyo?

We couldn’t talk more, as Gigi asked us to join her on her farm. Now Ava was having regrets about why she showed up here.

It was fun to watch her pout but still work.

-

The next morning I had received a call from Isa; she wanted us to meet and talk about my books.

I also wanted to get out of the house, so I agreed to meet. I had hired a cab, which dropped me in front of Juvenille. It was a classic restaurant; it was a well-known restaurant because it belonged to an A-list actor.

I scanned the space, and Isa waved at me. I sighed and approached her.

“Hey,” she smiled at me, but I felt like rolling my eyes, but she was being polite, so it was only normal I respond to her with the same energy.

“Hmm, hey.”

I sat, and Isa waved at the waiter who served us coffee before Isa shoved a file to me. “You didn’t want to come to the publishing house, so the finance team asked me to show you this so you could sign.”

All my years of writing, I have been dedicated to that publishing house, but when things go south, they come up with some stupid promotion ways that all involve Caleb.

They got angry I chose to divorce my husband. Was I just a joke to them?

I checked the document; they were revenues from my other books, and at the end I had earned 51300.

My income this month was really low. I guess it was the scandal, and I had poured so much energy into my book Under The Sunlight with Mr. Right, but I earned just 100 from it, all because of Caleb and his cheating scandal.

“I have been busy and didn’t check my bank,” I explained, fishing out my phone to check the bank notifications.

Oh, they had sent the money this morning, but I must have ignored the notification.

My brows furrowed when I read the bank alert I received days ago; it was the day I had asked Liam to pay me.

$10?

He fucking sent me $10? I was so annoyed that night that I never thought of checking it.

“Aria,” Isa called. I picked up the pen and signed the document before shoving it to her.

“So since you refused to go through with every promotion method we came up with, the management team had no choice but to pull their last card,” she said while staring at her cup of coffee.

Something was wrong, the way she didn’t dare look at me… I knew it wasn’t good.

“What card?”

“Okay, first, don’t get angry. Your other books are really selling, especially My Hero In The Dark… It’s still making waves, so this won’t be a blow to you, okay?”

I clenched my fist. Why was she going around in circles instead of giving it to me straight?

“We decided to let Under The Sunlight With Mr. Right go; we won’t publish it anymore so you can focus on a new book, something about getting back on your feet when broken…it will sell.”

I chuckled and shoved my hand through my hair. I spent four months of my life drafting that book and more than 7 months writing the book.

The editing team must have spent more than 3 months editing and formatting, and I am supposed to let it go?

Are writers a joke to them? And I should focus on a new book?

“If they shove my book down the drain, then they should cancel my name as one of their writers.” I stood up, picked up my bag, and turned to leave when Isa held my hand.

“Aria, please, we are trying to come up with a solution here. Meet us halfway atleast.”

“I will find a solution myself.” I pulled my hand from her before walking out of the restaurant.

It was hard; it was hard being a writer.

I poured my fantasies into words; I just wanted everyone to find solace in my words, but now it’s all just about the money.

If it doesn’t sell, it gets cancelled.

Well, I will deal with that after talking to Liam… How dare he send me $10? Was that his way of telling me that I wasn’t worth even 2000?

I dialed Julian’s number, and it soon got connected. “Princess, never expected a call from you,” Julian chuckled with his usual free tone.

“Umm…I need to talk to Liam; can you send his contact?”

He laughed. “I should have known you would only call because of him.”

“Anyways, you should know I don’t do free work, princess,” he added, and I smacked my lips.

“What do you want?”

“Tonight is my birthday party; come celebrate with me,” he explained, and if I was staying back at my apartment, I wouldn’t have a problem going. Besides, I really enjoy being with them; they are cool.

But it would be hard going out at night when I live under the same roof as Father.

“I can’t.”

“Well, then later.”

“Wait…” I called before he hung up. Was he really serious about not giving me the contact if I don’t come? “Fine… I will be there.” I could just sneak out of the house; I had never done that, but I could try.

“Great. And Liam is at his place; he arrived two hours ago,” he said, and my eyes lit up.

Perfect, it was better to talk with him personally. I wanted him to know how upset I was, because I was really upset.

I hung up and took a cab; luckily, I still remembered the address to his place even though I have been there just once.

Now I stood before his little apartment; his house was found in a quiet neighborhood… houses facing each other, but it was hard to catch a glimpse of anyone.

“Is he really back?” Julian must have played a trick on me.

I pressed the doorbell and waited…waited.

Will the door pull open?

I pressed again; the doorknob bent and pulled open.

He was back.