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LIAM'S POV Without the culprit being caught I already knew who tried to kill the man. But I only need more proof and they will be put behind bars. “Mr Liam. I already called them and they will be here soon.” The cop said. I was actually trying to take a better view of the world from the rooftop. “I would love to take him away from the hospital room. I'm afraid the person who tried to kill him won't back down now.” I said, rubbing the back of my head. My phone rang, interrupting our conversation, and I had to pick it up when I saw that it was from Rylan. It was all thanks to him; Emily would have been in the very right position. Not that I won't help her out but she might get backlash from the people. “Please excuse me,” I said and picked up the call. “Hello, Dude. The stalker has been caught. Where do you want me to take him?” Rylan asked with a bit of sarcasm. “Are you just here to bluff about getting him?” I asked and I could imagine his face now. He is definitely smirking.

The light filtered in through the open window. My phone rang loudly on the bed while I was busy packing the clothes I wore last night inside the bag. Vincent was the one who helped me get a new set of clothes to wear this early morning before I could get discharged. ”Pick the call, I will be outside waiting for you” Vincent said after making sure I didn't forget anything. He took the bag I packed in my clothes away. I wanted to laugh but I actually held myself back. Perhaps, Vincent might already know who was calling which was why he decided to leave. Standing beside the bed, I took the phone and checked the caller ID. It was Chelsea. With my hand clenched around the phone, I gritted my teeth together. How could Vincent tell Chelsea what happened just like that? The phone stopped ringing only for me to realise that I hadn't picked up her call. Chelsea's call came in again and I had to pick it this time. “Emily. How are you?” Chelsea's panic voice filled my eardrum and I b

LIAM'S POV My phone rang in my pocket and I picked it up. The caller was actually the cop. I accepted the call and pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello, Mr. Liam. I did as you instructed.” The cop said. “What was their reply?” I asked him as I took a slow drag from the cigarette Rylan gave me. “They both lied that they owed him a large amount of money.” He replied and that was the same answer I had been expecting. Laura is not that smart after all but I wanted to know why they tried to kill Thomas before he and Emily could discuss. This is a question that has been eating me up. “Glad to know you let them go. I know they are suspects but I still want them to roam free till Thomas wakes up.” I said and ruffled my hair with my hand. “Yes sir. Will you be moving him tonight?” He asked but I have another plan. If Laura and Aysel know Thomas is still not dead, they will try to murder him. “When the family sees him at the hospital, I am taking him away to my place. He will recover q

LIAM'S POV The moment Emily left my side and tried calling a driver to come and pick me up, one of my men showed up and took me to the back seat while Emily went back to the store and pretended she was eating while watching me. I actually pretended to be drunk to see her reaction and seeing her caring for me actually warmed my heart. I am going to need information about her child and the relationship between her and Vincent. When I got home, Thierry forwarded the information he had gathered in the span of two days to me. I instructed him to accompany Emily home without anyone knowing and only then could I check if another stalker keeps following her. On getting home, I checked the text Theirry forwarded to me. It was information containing Emily and the details for her son. It was actually a male. I have actually imagined Emily giving birth to my child. To see the appearance of our child if he or she is going to look like me or Emily. But now, I will have to watch her give birth t

AYSEL'S POV I walked into the luxurious living room, scanning the space for Andrew. He will be back at home now since it's already late at night. When I spotted him, he was sitting on the couch, sipping a glass of whiskey. I made my way over to him, my heels clicking on the marble floor. "Andrew," I said, taking a seat beside him even though I had come to realize that this guy clearly had no feelings; I couldn't wait but try to manipulate me if I could use him for my own gain. "You came?" he replied, setting his glass down. He was not even looking at me, and I don't know if the kind of obsession he has for Emily is this terrifying. Even now, her picture was displayed on the screen of his phone. "What brings you here tonight?" He asked and he finally raised his head. I expected to see him look at me differently because I put so much effort into dressing up to seduce him. I smiled, leaning in close. "I have some news about Emily," I whisper into his ears. Andrew's eyes lit up wit