All Chapters of under his control : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The silence after his words was heavy, almost crushing. Liam’s voice had carried an honesty I had never heard before. It was not the voice of a powerful man giving orders, not the voice of Carter West’s ruthless CEO. It was the voice of a man stripped bare, a man haunted by bloodlines, mistakes, and ghosts of the past. And I could not stop trembling. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands curled into the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, my throat thick with words I could not shape. For days, my heart had been a battlefield, torn between the love I felt for Liam and the truth that kept digging its claws deeper into me. His father had ruined mine. His family had destroyed mine. And yet here I was, loving him with a desperation that felt like drowning. “Say something,” Liam whispered, his voice rough, almost broken. He was standing only a few feet away, but his body looked like it was carrying the weight of a world.

When Liam whispered, “Then we fight, together,” something inside me cracked. It was not just his words, but the way he said them like a man ready to lay himself on an altar. It should have felt like strength. It should have steadied me. But instead, it frightened me.I could feel my own heart pounding too fast. My body trembled in his arms, and for a moment I wondered if I was even breathing. He held me so close that his heartbeat pressed against mine, steady and slow, but mine was wild, erratic. Like a bird trapped in a cage.I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe we could fight together and win. But as the morning light spilled across his skin, I saw every scar he carried, every shadow in his eyes, and I knew: loving Liam meant living at the edge of a cliff. One slip, and we would both fall.I pulled away, not because I wanted to, but because I needed air. The sheets slid off my skin, cool against my bare thighs. I walked toward the window, holding myself with both arms, stari

The storm was gone by morning, but its echo lingered in the air, heavy and tense, like the pause between a heartbeat and the next. The city below looked washed clean, but inside Liam’s penthouse, the world felt dirtier than ever.I sat at the edge of the bed with the sheet wrapped around me, staring at the message on Liam’s phone. My father’s name. Victoria’s words. Proof that she had him. Proof that everything I had feared was no longer a nightmare but reality.Liam stood near the window, still shirtless, his hand clenched around the phone so tightly his knuckles blanched. His other hand gripped his hair, pulling at it as though he could rip the madness out by force.“She wants me to come alone,” he said finally, voice low, rough like sandpaper.The sheet slipped a little from my shoulder. My fingers clutched at it. “And if you do?”He turned, eyes wild. “You know what happens if I do. She’ll kill him. Or worse she’ll make me watch.”The silence stretched. My father. The man who had

The world narrowed to the video still burned into Liam’s mind Ava, bound, gagged, her eyes wide with fury and fear. Every second she was away from him felt like his own veins were being torn apart. He stood in the middle of his penthouse, fists bleeding, breathing like a caged animal.He had promised her safety. He had promised her forever. And now, all he could feel was the sound of that promise shattering inside him.The phone lay broken on the floor, but the words from the message would not leave his head: Come alone. Or she dies.Liam closed his eyes for one moment. Just one. And when he opened them again, the man he had been was gone. The one who lived now was made only of fire and vengeance.He began moving with brutal speed, grabbing weapons, loading clips, and strapping on his vest. Each movement was mechanical, efficient, like muscle memory. But underneath, his thoughts bled chaos.She’s mine. They can’t take her. Not Victoria. Not anyone.The door burst open, and Thomas rush

Liam had never liked silence. It wasn’t peaceful for him. It was a loaded gun, waiting to go off. And right now, as he sat in the back of the black car with Ava’s hand in his, the silence pressed down like chains.The city outside was waking up. Horns blared. People hurried on sidewalks, carrying coffee cups and heavy loads. But inside the car, it felt like the world had narrowed to the steady rhythm of Ava’s breath and the storm in his chest.The federal building loomed ahead, glass and steel, cold and merciless. A place where power wasn’t worn on the wrist or the watch, but in signatures and verdicts. Today, it was his battlefield. Not with guns, not with fists. With truth and lies sharpened into weapons.He squeezed Ava’s hand. She turned, her eyes steady despite the shadow of fear behind them. She had been through hell. Chains. Ropes. Morgan’s poison dripped into her ears. And yet, she was still here. By his side.“You don’t have to do this,” Liam said, his voice low, almost rough