Semua Bab My Contract Husband Is The Enemy: Bab 81 - Bab 88

Aliya’s POV My phone had been buzzing nonstop since Bran picked me up at the house for a dinner date I had accepted, not out of eagerness but out of the desire to let go of some steam, to feel alive for a moment. Maybe Bran would be the perfect distraction I needed from the chaos my life had become. Earlier, Liam had kissed me, and my entire body had frozen, every cell locked in place, as if my lungs had been ripped out. Shock turned swiftly into anger and then into pure irritation. I had shoved him away like my life depended on it, cursing his entire existence for always doing the opposite of making me happy, yet “love” was the word he seemed to know how to say best. Marcus had arrived with enough men to drag Liam’s sorry ass out of my house as he screamed and cursed, fighting them with a desperation that was sad to watch. But I had stayed long enough in their game to know it was nothing but a chess match, and if I didn’t move, my queen would fall, leaving me completely e

Aliya’s POV Bran wrapped his firm hand around my waist, deepening our kiss. It felt like I was drowning in a seductive, intoxicating river, struggling to catch my breath. But deep down, it had started to feel like the craziest thing I’d ever done. The emotional cravings I once held began to slowly vanish, just when I needed them the most. My throbbing pussy suddenly lost all its heat, and the filthy thoughts I’d filled my head with about Bran scattered and were abruptly replaced by the image of another man. Bran’s free hand slid up to the straps of my gown and slipped them down with ease. My evening dress dropped to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a black bra and thong. He paused, eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. “You’re so beautiful, Aliya.” A blush tugged at my lips as he admired me, but that was it. My body stopped reacting to his touch. When he kissed me again, I didn’t respond. For the first time that night, all I wanted was to be alone. Bran quickly no

Liam’s POVI had never seen a woman so pretty in deception. Aliya embodied it like a beautiful evening gown and made sure to stand out.As I stared at her and Brooke’s shocked faces, I couldn’t help but chuckle.I was a De Luca. I couldn’t be fooled—and worst of all, not by a woman. I knew it all. I knew I couldn’t be easily forgiven, but I didn’t care. I was ready for her to take her revenge on me and let me into her life after she was satisfied.Aliya was no saint, but she wasn’t a devil either. She wasn’t an angel to me, and despite finding out she tried to drug me and made me sign those documents, I couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with her.The smartest woman I knew. My Aliya.“Liam, you can’t be serious, right?” Aliya asked, her face still frozen in shock.Brooke tightened her grip on the gun pointed at Aliya’s head, rage boiling beneath her skin. I could tell I had disappointed her once again.“What have you done to my brother, you witch?” she snapped, glaring at Aliya wit

Aliya’s POV I lifted my head from the steering wheel after sitting there for what felt like hours, almost waiting for the car to whisper an answer if I should drive through Liam’s gates and fight to get my man back, or turn around, head home, and celebrate with Bran. I had parked just outside his gates, close enough to see lights flicker on and off in different rooms, but I hadn’t moved an inch. What exactly was I going to say? “Oh, Liam, our souls somehow tied the day we met in that bathroom, and now I can’t stand to watch you leave me?” It sounded pathetic even as I said it aloud. I wanted to tell him I was here if he ever needed me. That I forgave him, that I wasn’t angry anymore, and that I was sorry—sorry for holding his resentment toward my father for hurting his mum, against him. Yes, he had hurt me, and yes, he had been wrong, but did I truly want him to stay away? Could I keep fooling myself into believing I wanted revenge? If I really did, I would have acte