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Meanwhile, Liam and Aretha were seated in the waiting room, waiting for Rachel and her brother Ethan to come from the doctor's office. Liam had decided to stay with them, offering support in case they needed it, whether financially or through his connections. He understood that he didn’t owe them anything; after all, they weren’t family. But seeing them in distress ate at his conscience and he couldn't just walk away. They were going through a difficult time, and it felt like the right thing to do.Aretha shifted in her seat, her gaze darting towards Liam. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was here. Surely he had a lot of other things to do as the heir of the Danvers empire. He seemed to show up whenever they were in need lately. Just yesterday, he had rescued her dad from those men, and now, with her father in the hospital, he was here again. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.“Excuse me?” Liam replied, taken aback by her question.Areth

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested,” Liam said bluntly, discomfort creeping into his tone. It wasn’t that he found her unattractive; she certainly had her charms. However, he wasn’t the type to get swept away by superficial allure. He preferred genuine connections over fleeting temptations, and something about this situation felt off.He had just rejected her? Selena was taken aback. She hadn’t expected rejection from Liam, especially after she had openly shown that she was very much interested in him. She had been so sure he would fall for her charms, after all she was looking stunning. Selena's expression went from surprise to clear disappointment. Feeling offended by his blunt rejection, her expression darkened. The warmth in her smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a sharp look of offense in her eyes. “Not interested? Really?” she scoffed, the playfulness that was in her tone earlier wasn't there any more, it was replaced with an iciness as she spoke. She stood up, her chair s

Liam’s stomach churned. The audacity of her claim left him momentarily speechless. His mind raced, struggling to comprehend how she could twist the situation so dramatically.Before he could fully process the impending disaster, the sound of footsteps thundered from outside. Selena’s cries had drawn attention, and in no time, a burst into the bathroom, alarm etched on their faces, their eyes darting between the two of them. Not even a second after the men entered, more people from the country club also arrived “What’s going on?” one of them demanded, taking in the scene with wide eyes. Selena stood there, fabric torn in her hands. She was the picture of a victim in distress, and Liam looked like the predator. Fake tears fell from Selena's eyes, and she played her role flawlessly, bringing out a mix of concern and aggression from the newcomers who all glared at Liam with disgust. “Help, please, he tried to take advantage of me!” Selena cried out, dropping to the floor. She sobbed, h

“Did he physically harm you?” another journalist asked, her voice professional though her eyes gleamed with concern, leaning forward as if to capture every detail of Selena’s response. Selena’s expression saddened with perfect timing. Her voice quivered, playing the part of the frightened victim to perfection. “Yes,” she replied shakily. “I had to fight him off. He tried to push me down, and when I resisted… he hit me!” Her hand flew up to her face, gesturing toward the red mark on her cheek, a mark she had carefully crafted moments earlier, knowing it would evoke sympathy and paint her as the victim. But, the truth was far more sinister. No one had laid a hand on Selena, but she had learned how to manipulate her image well. Pressing her hand hard against her face before walking out into the crowd had left the perfect hint of redness, a fabricated wound to sell her story. As she pointed her finger to the red mark on her face, she said,“This is what he did to me,” she choked out, he

Liam brushed the worrying thoughts away, assuring himself that his family trusted him, and they would never believe the things being said about him on the news over him, after all they were his family and they knew him better.After all the procedures were done, Liam was escorted down a narrow, dimly lit corridor and taken to a holding cell. The clanging of the metal door echoed as it swung open, and the officer gestured for him to step inside.The moment he stepped foot inside, he could feel how the room was cold and unwelcoming, a small bench against one wall and nothing else. The faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the dampness of the air. Liam entered without a word, his composed expression never leaving him. He knew there was nothing to be worried about, hence he wasn't worried. The door clanged shut behind him, the sound reverberating off the walls, leaving him alone in the sterile, claustrophobic space.He sat down, leaning back against the cold concrete wall, staring at the