All Chapters of THE WIDOW WHO NEVER WAS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ALIRA'S POV“Your nightmare…I am your nightmare." I didn’t expect her to look shocked.Not because I barged into the house uninvited.Not because I caught her in bed with my dead father’s right-hand man...No.She was shocked because I interrupted her perfect little world.Her twisted fantasy where she played the grieving widow by day and shared bedsheets with the help by night.I stood there with my arms folded, glaring at the scene before me.The woman who raised me scrambled to cover herself with the blanket with her mouth parted like she wanted to defend herself. Mr. Grayson looked equally horrified, reaching for his pants like some teenage boy caught red-handed.“Why the hell are you in my house unannounced?!!” she snapped and asked for the second time like a broken record.“You make it sound like I walked into a government meeting instead of a sleazy soap opera.” I said with my voice like ice. “Relax….I’m not here for you…or your obvious company.”“Then why are you here?” she

ALIRA'S POV "You need to hide, now!!” Liam bit out."Hide where?? I am not hiding anywhere.” I said."Alira, don't be stubborn, hide somewhere!! Even if it's the closest, just do it!!”“But why do I have to hide?? It's not like I did anything wrong??" I said with a smirk as I was obviously enjoying the drama.“Alira??!!" “Fine, I'll hide in the closet or I could just put on clothes and pretend I came here for urgent work." I said.“Betsy will never believe that shit…she can go overboard just by the slightest of things.” “Oh so you know that about her and yet you still choose to be with her and you are even planning on spending the rest of your life with that??" “Babe!!! Open the door!!!" Betsy yelled as Liam flinched.I shook my head as I went to the closet and hid them and luckily the closet was a wide space.After Liam walked out of the room, I used the opportunity to walk around Liam's closet and I couldn't help but admire how organized he was.His clothes were nearly arranged

ALIRA'S POV “I have to go somewhere for a while and I might not be back till tomorrow...will you be okay here alone??” I asked Iris."Girl, I've been alone in this house since I came here…you have been all over the place.” Iris said with a smile.I knew that behind that smile was someone who wasn't pleased with what was going on because she came to spend time with me and I wasn't giving her my attention."I promise that after tomorrow, I will spend as much time with you as possible.. I will even be your own personal leech if you want me to.” I said as we both burst into laughter."Go do your thing girl” Iris said."Thank you mama.” I responded as I gave her a soft peck on her cheeks and walked into my room changing my clothes.I was going to Liam's and I knew I had a plan for going there but it wouldn't be complete if I didn't wear a sexy dress and so I ransacked my closet until I found the perfect dress.The dress wasn't too flashy or too revealing but it clearly spelled out “notice

LIAM'S POVI wanted her and I wanted Alira so badly that it hurt.The moment she left, silence filled the house.It wasn’t just quiet but it was haunting. Her scent still lingered in the air, soft and warm, like vanilla mixed with danger. I could still taste her on my lips, the ghost of that kiss that refused to fade.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth in the living room.“What the hell did you just do, Liam?” I muttered to myself.That kiss wasn’t planned. It wasn’t supposed to happen but when her eyes looked into mine, it was full of unspoken words and I lost control. Every wall I built crumbled and every reason I had to stay away from her disappeared.Now she was gone, and I was standing here, burning from the inside out.I tried to distract myself as I picked up a glass, poured some whiskey, and took a long sip but it didn’t help. I could still feel her breath against my neck and my pulse refused to calm. My body wanted her but my mind screamed that I shoul

LIAM'S POV The sound of knocking pulled me out of my thoughts.At first, I ignored it, thinking maybe it was the rain hitting the door but then it came again soft, desperate, uneven.It was late, and after everything with Betsy, the last thing I wanted was another disturbance. I moved toward the door, half-expecting to see her again.But when I opened it, my breath caught.There she was.Alira.Standing in the pouring rain, her hair plastered to her face, her dress soaked through, clinging to her body like a second skin. Her eyes… God, those eyes…they were full of something I couldn’t read. “Alira?” I whispered, disbelief heavy in my voice.She didn’t speak at first.She just stood there, breathing hard, rain running down her cheeks like tears.“Why are you…” I started, but stopped. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her inside.The moment her cold fingers touched mine, my pulse jumped.She shivered as I shut the door behind her. Water dripped from her