Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice. : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 19

Chapter 11: He isn't Mine The question hangs in the air for a long heartbeat. My eyes dart to the scarf I came back for then back at Liam's. There's something in his eyes. Soft. Cunning. His gaze dangerous with the charm he had on at the gala. He meets my gaze steadily with a smile like he just remembered something. He looks hot in his casual sweatpants and shirt that hugs his arm muscles. "Work call," he says casually. "You know how clients can be about timing."“Oh-” Growing up in the Murray line of business has always had me on the edge. Not trusting anyone so easily. “Sorry to interrupt. I just came back for my scarf.” I point to the soft black material lying on his brown sofa. “Don't apologize, daisy. It's alright.” Liam has an infectious smile as he hands me my scarf. The tiny contact our fingers leaves a tingle on my skin. My throat feels dry suddenly. “See you tomorrow, princess.”I nod in response instead, leaving immediately. My heartbeat picks up as I settle in my

The gravel crunches under Leonard's BMW as we pull into my father's circular driveway. My palms are slick with sweat despite the air conditioning, and I find myself smoothing my dress for the hundredth time. I slowly exhale, keeping my eyes forward. The familiar sight of the Georgian colonial house with its perfectly manicured hedges and imposing stone columns makes my stomach clench."Breathe, daisy," Leonard says, his hand finding mine across the console. His touch is warm and steady. A stark contrast to my trembling fingers. "It's going to be fine."I want to believe him, but he doesn't know my father the way I do. Fernandez Murray doesn't approve of anyone easily. And he certainly won't approve of my whirlwind engagement to a man he's never met. Or even knows. My father's sudden business trip was our excuse to avoid the dinner he requested the first time. It gave Liam and I more time to prepare. But I still don't feel quite ready. The diamond on my finger feels heavy as lead.

LeonardOlivia's body is warm against my palm as I flutter my eyes open. I have no idea when I got my arm around her after we had slept off. Her breaths are steady as I watch her for a moment. Lips parted in the tiniest space. I get the urge to kiss them but I stop myself. Last night was incredible but it doesn't change the dynamic of our relationship. No matter how dangerously intoxicating making love to her is. I can't have this situation messier than it already is. “Is there something on my face?” Olivia's eyes bulge out. She is awake now and looks terrified as her fingers run over her face. I laugh. “What?” “I caught you staring,” she replies. The ray of sun from her window makes her eyes glow. “Because you're so goddamn pretty, princess.”Her lips part but she doesn't speak. It's torture not having to lean in to kiss her. Taste every inch of her mouth. She moves her gaze away from me as she clears her throat. Our knees brush against each other under the covers. The tiny gr

Leonard“Kill me,” I mutter underneath my breath as I lean a bit closer to Olivia. I had no idea of this party until this evening when I got her message. Olivia's father wanted us to be here by all means. I couldn't let her down. She owes me a fucking whole lot. The crystal chandelier above casts dancing shadows across the mahogany dining table as I adjust my tie. It's suffocating being here. Acting as Liam. It's different when I'm with Olivia. I get to be Liam and Leonard at the same thing. Sound crazy right? Maybe I'm going crazy already. I have more clones of myself than Spiderman has in different multiverse. I almost choke on a laugh at the thought of it. Olivia sits beside me . Her fingers wrapped around the stem of her wine glass, knuckles white with tension. Even in her anger, she's breathtaking. The emerald dress she wears brings out the fire in her green eyes, and I find myself stealing glances at the curve of her neck. The way her lips purse when she's trying to contain

Chapter 19Emma's voice cuts through the afternoon stillness of my apartment with a quick huff. And a gaze that looks like she's my full attention. I lower my phone to the couch, staring at her slightly puzzled. I'm still in a daze from everything that happened last night. The sex mostly. Leo…Liam…I haven't decided what to stick to yet. We had lots of sex. Lots. I hold back a giggle hoping my cheeks aren't red yet. Emma drums her fingers on her knees, trying to look distracted as she stares at the window. I know something's wrong.“Spill it, Emma.”"It's nothing.”“But-” I know there's always a ‘but’. “Have you noticed how Liam always seems to find excuses to work late when you're not around?"I pause mid-sip of my coffee, the ceramic mug suddenly feeling too heavy in my hands. I catch myself from correcting her about his name. We'll have to stick with Liam when others are around. "What's that supposed to mean?" To be fair, I invited Liam over but he said he had some work to do.