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Penulis: Sharon Smallwood
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-03 01:29:12

AVA’S POV

If you’d told me a month ago that I’d be waking up in a silk-sheeted bed inside a billionaire’s fortress after publicly exposing his enemies and kissing him in front of live cameras, I would’ve laughed until I cried.

But here I was.

Not crying.

Not laughing.

Just… trying to figure out what the hell came next.

I rolled over in bed, the early morning sunlight kissing the edges of the tall windows, and sighed. The events of the last twenty-four hours were still playing in my head like a broken movie reel.

The press conference. The crowd. The words someone I care about still echo in Liam’s voice.

And then the kiss.

God, the kiss.

My cheeks flushed just remembering it.

As if summoned by thought alone, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I said, pulling the covers higher even though I was already dressed in a robe.

Liam entered, looking fresh out of some early-morning business meeting, sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened, coffee in hand. Like a Calvin Klein ad with veng
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    AVA’S POV The trap was set. All that was left was to wait—and watch someone fall into it. The fake merger plan had been distributed in carefully tailored versions to five specific board members. Each one contained slightly different details: the name of the company, the acquisition date, and the projected cost. Just enough to sniff out the leak. Now, we waited to see which version made it to the press. Waiting felt worse than the scandal. Waiting meant pretending. Smiling in the office. Nodding through meetings. Drinking coffee with hands that wanted to shake. And Liam—he wore the same mask he always did. Calm. Commanding. Untouchable. But I could see the storm in his eyes every time he looked at me. “You think this will work?” I asked quietly during a boardroom break. “If it doesn’t,” he murmured, “then we burn the place down and start over.” “Dramatic.” He smirked. “You like me dramatic.” “You’re not wrong.” We returned to the meeting. I tried to keep my mind on projec

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    AVA’S POV I thought winning would feel like fireworks. Instead, it felt like fog. Not the cold, menacing kind—but the thick, cloying kind that leaves you drifting, unsure of where the next step leads. The scandal had cracked. Jessica was behind bars. Edward King’s empire was hemorrhaging from public exposure. Victoria Hayes had gone off the grid. And I was no longer a whisper in Liam Carter’s shadow—I was standing beside him. So why did it still feel like something was coming? Why did my gut keep whispering: this isn’t over yet? “Careful,” Liam said as I dropped a spoonful of sugar into his coffee. “That’s the third one.” “I like things sweet. It balances out your personality.” He arched a brow over his newspaper. “You think I’m bitter?” “You built an empire out of ice and sarcasm.” “You’re not wrong.” We were having breakfast on the balcony of one of Liam’s penthouses—because, apparently, the man collected real estate like I collected unpaid therapy bills. The city was a

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    AVA’S POVIf you’d told me a month ago that I’d be waking up in a silk-sheeted bed inside a billionaire’s fortress after publicly exposing his enemies and kissing him in front of live cameras, I would’ve laughed until I cried.But here I was.Not crying.Not laughing.Just… trying to figure out what the hell came next.I rolled over in bed, the early morning sunlight kissing the edges of the tall windows, and sighed. The events of the last twenty-four hours were still playing in my head like a broken movie reel.The press conference. The crowd. The words someone I care about still echo in Liam’s voice.And then the kiss.God, the kiss.My cheeks flushed just remembering it.As if summoned by thought alone, there was a knock at the door.“Come in,” I said, pulling the covers higher even though I was already dressed in a robe.Liam entered, looking fresh out of some early-morning business meeting, sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened, coffee in hand. Like a Calvin Klein ad with veng

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    Third-person POV The sun just began to peek through the curtains of his tiny flat, and Liam woke up early. Ava was still asleep on the sofa, so he carefully slipped out of bed without waking her. They were in a difficult predicament. He kept thinking about the kiss they had shared the previous evening, but he decided to ignore it. He felt a great sense of regret for the error. He had brought her into his life to control what she heard and saw, to keep her near. Ava was dangerous because she was too inquisitive. Liam made sure the door didn't squeak as he silently left the flat after getting dressed. As he stepped outside into the refreshing morning air, he felt relieved. He was not yet ready to confront Ava. He felt sick to his stomach at the idea of discussing it last night. He needed to solidify his ideas, and he didn't want to become involved in any emotional situations. Liam sat down at his desk at the workplace, which was overflowing with files that needed his attention. How

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    Third person’s POVAva tried to ignore the increasing pain in her chest for the remainder of the morning. Staring at her phone, she sat on the side of the bed. She kept thinking about what Liam had said earlier. "Ava, I'm busy." That was it. No justification. No warmth. Only distance. She clenched her fingers around her phone. He had stroked her as if he needed her last night. As though she meant something, he gave her a kiss. However, he left without saying anything this morning. Ava was unable to get rid of the perplexity. In a matter of hours, how could someone change from being so affectionate to so aloof? Ava pushed herself off the bed and shook her head. There was no way she was going to wait for him.She didn't want to waste time thinking about it if last night was simply an error on his part. She had to receive air. The fresh breeze hit her skin heavily as she stepped onto the balcony and wrapped her arms. She was disturbed on the inside, even though the sky was clear and the

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    AVA POV Ava sat up in bed, feeling the warmth of the morning sun gently discovering through the curtains. The soft wastes wrapped around her felt comforting, nearly like a clench. It was a strange feeling, a safety she hadn’t felt for a long time. A small smile formed on her lips as recollections of the former night swamped her mind, how Liam had held her close, the way his lips had set up hers, and the spark that had burned between them. It all felt magical, nearly like a scene from a fairytale.But as she turned to her side, she was met with an empty space. Ava’s heart sank as she realized Liam was gone. She lowered, sitting up completely, and glancing around the room. The silence of the house wrapped around her like a thick fog, and she felt a shot of solicitude in her casket. “ Ava? ” she whispered into the stillness, hoping for some sign of him. But there was nothing. Only the sound of her own breathing filled the air. After a moment, she reached for her phone on the nightstan

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