All Chapters of My Contract Husband Is The Enemy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

Aliya’s POV My life was about to end in an old abandoned oil refinery, at least that’s what it looked like judging from the rusty barrels I had been staring at for minutes. Brooke had strapped my hands to a chair and left with a sinister smile. She said something about an associate. Why this so-called associate wanted me alive was still a mystery to me. Well, I was about to find out. My head hung low, sweat and tears dripping from my face to the ground as I struggled against the cuffs biting into my wrists, but it was useless. Suddenly, a chuckle cut through the silence, followed by a slow clap. I traced the sound until my gaze landed on a pair of black boots planted firmly in front of me. Slowly, I lifted my head, and the sight sent a violent shiver through me. “Dad!?” I whispered, more to myself than to the man who wasn’t supposed to be here, not when he was meant to be rotting behind bars. Never in my life had I felt so close to losing my mind in less than a single

Liam’s POV “Liam!” My eyes snapped open, staring blankly into space as my chest heaved. The constant beeping around me caught my attention while I struggled to push myself upright. Pipes ran in and around me, and a bag of what looked like blood hung by the bedside, connected to my body. Reality slammed into me as a throbbing headache pounded my skull and the searing pain in my stomach made me squint. The images came flooding of how I’d been shot in the stomach and Aliya had been kidnapped. “Fuck! She’s been kidnapped,” I muttered aloud, realizing it wasn’t a dream. “Finally you’re awake,” a deep voice said. “Good.” I turned my head to the side as a familiar man dropped the magazine he’d been combing through and approached, dressed in a casual T-shirt and black pants. “I know you,” I muttered. He grinned, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Yes, you do.” “You’re Aliya’s friend… Wel—” I stammered, trying to dig through my foggy memory for his name. He extended his ha

Epilogue: Aliya’s POV It had been a year—twelve long months of quiet peace mixed with regret, because no matter how life moved forward, a life lost could never be recovered. I stepped out of the car, clutching against my chest the bouquet of flowers I had picked up from the nearby store, and walked slowly past rows of engraved stones that held the names of the departed. When I reached the headstone I had come for, I crouched down, set the flowers gently at its base, and removed my glasses to whisper a small prayer to the heavens. “Told you to wait for me,” a voice said from behind. I turned and found Liam standing there, holding his own set of flowers. He wore a subtle smile, though exhaustion lingered in his expression. He looked worn out, yet happy all the same. “I didn’t think you were serious about coming,” I replied softly. He crouched beside me, placing his bouquet down as well. “I wrapped up my board meeting earlier than expected,” he said. “So I had to join my wife.” Th