All Chapters of Sweet Unhappy Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Liam's POVMy eyes cracked open to a dead room, sticky with sweat and stale sex. The sheets beneath me were crumpled, stained, and cold.The stranger was gone.No goodbye. No note. Just....gone.The clock blinked 6:47 AM. My skull throbbed like a jackhammer was stuck inside it. I stumbled out of bed, legs still weak, my body aching in the most humiliatingly satisfying places. I didn’t even have time to process it before panic set in.Today was-Shit.The engagement. My birthday!.My life falling apart in a three-piece suit.I took the fastest shower of my existence, scrubbing every inch of him off me, but the scent still lingered a little, coffee, rain, and sweat. I rinsed, dressed, and snuck out of the hotel with the speed of someone escaping a crime scene.Thankful for having my wallet intact, I took a cab and got home.I crept up the stairs like a thief. Opened my bedroom door, only to be greeted by streamers, champagne bottles, and staff with party hats yelling, "Surprise!"My t

Liam's povI was this close to melting into his kiss, but when I saw my father coming out to the porch, I shoved Jackson so hard that he lost his footing."Liam...."I stiffened as he muttered my name. Gesturing for me to come. The huge flower pots hid Jackson so he wasn't seen, but by dad's gaze. He looked to be angry about something.My fingers shook, I hoped he hadn't seen us.I shot Jackson a troubled look and walked over to my dad. His expensive cologne filling me with apprehension. "Why aren't you there with Avery, how can you leave your fiance all alone to attend to the guest at your engagement party."I sighed internally, partly relieved that he didn't see anything, and partly irritated that he arranged all this without my consent and still expected me to act all glittery buttery with the guests."I'm sure Avery can handle herself, she seems to be a people's person." I forced a smile."Get in there Liam, hold her by the waist and make everyone know she is your fiancee in both

Liam’s POVThe wind felt heavy, like it was trying to crush every word before it reached my mouth. Jackson stand there, bold and broken all at once. His collar hung loose, his tie crooked, and his expression raw.I turned to him slowly, still reeling from the heat of his confession.Jackson wanted to me from Avery. His own blood.What I heard before was that, blood is thicker than water.Does this mean that blood might have now been less thicker than it used to be?Hell I can't do this!My father is going to kill me if he finds out I'm screwing man, Avery's brother; Not even another hot dog but her own brother admist every men in the world. I looked him in the eyes. "You want to take me away from your sister?" I said, my voice barely a whisper, and yet it trembled with the force of everything I couldn’t keep buried anymore. "Why?"He looked at me like I was ridiculous for even asking."Why?" he repeated with a half-smile, eyes flaring. "Because you are standing in front of me like

Liam’s POVContent Warning: The following chapter contains graphically written erotic content for mature readers aged 18 and above. It is emotionally raw, sexually explicit, and should be read with discretion. Proceed only if you're comfortable with adult content.---I stared at the ceiling, sheets tangled around my legs, the morning light dragging its way through the sheer curtains.My head was still heavy from last night. Not from alcohol—no, from something worse. From pretending.From surviving that goddamn kiss.Avery had smiled against my lips like everything was perfect.And Jackson had watched—shoulders stiff, jaw set, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. But I kissed her anyway. I kissed her hard, hoping it would fix something broken in me.It didn’t.It just made it worse.The door creaked open. I didn’t move. Maybe if I stayed still, I could disappear.“Liam,” Avery called gently. “Breakfast is almost ready. Come downstairs, okay?”She didn’t wait for a reply. She just

Jackson’s POVI was just buttoning up my shirt, the aftertaste of this morning still lingering on my lips—Liam’s skin, the tremble in his voice, the way he looked at me like he was starving for something he couldn’t name—when the door opened again.Avery.Perfect timing.Her brows were furrowed, arms folded tight across her chest like she was ready to launch into war."You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?" she snapped.I raised a brow, casually rolling my sleeves up. "Good afternoon to you too, sister. What brings you storming into my room like the board voted you queen?""Cut the bullshit, Jackson," she hissed. "What was Liam doing in your room?"I smiled lazily. "What do you think he was doing?"She didn’t flinch, but her eyes sharpened. "You’re playing a dangerous game. You don’t even care about business. So why the sudden interest in all this? In him? Are you trying to confuse him of marrying me because you have never wanted me bigger than you? Are you?"I walked toward her sl