Semua Bab Sweet Unhappy Heart: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Third Person's POVLiam and Jackson walked out of Sunny's restaurant together, feeling confident about their plan with the fake documents. But as soon as they stepped outside, they realized that the weather had changed completely during their meeting.Heavy rain was falling from dark gray clouds above them. The raindrops were coming down so hard that they could barely see across the parking lot. The sound of rain hitting the ground was very loud."This is terrible weather," Liam said, looking up at the stormy sky. "We can't drive safely in this kind of heavy rain."Jackson pulled his jacket over his head to try to stay dry. "I didn't bring my car today, so I was planning to ride with you anyway. But you're right that we should wait until this storm passes."They stood under the covered entrance of the restaurant, watching the rain pour down on the parking lot. Other customers were also waiting for the weather to improve before leaving.The rain was so heavy that it created small river

Third Person's POVLiam glanced through his cellphone and saw the caller was Mr Jefferson. He slid his finger across the screen to answer it."Liam Sinclair on the line," Liam said in his professional voice."You know it is quite unusual. I called the right number but you answered like I don't know who I'm calling," Mr Jefferson said with a slightly annoyed tone."Mr Jefferson, are we really going to argue about how I answer my own phone? You know I wasn't wrong in starting a conversation that way. This is how business calls work," Liam replied.He was already feeling tired from his fight with Avery. Now he had to deal with more business problems too."Life isn't always easy to understand, but I get your point," Mr Jefferson said. "I'm calling to tell you that we are still supporting you for the chairman position.""And I've always told you to stop supporting me for that role," Liam said. His voice was getting louder with frustration. "How much percentage do I even have at Maddox Corp

Content 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.Third person's POV It was silent as Liam drove them home. His grip on the steering wheel was steady, eyes focused on the glow of taillights ahead. Jackson, though, had other plans. He sat in the passenger seat, one leg bouncing, eyes fixed on Liam’s strong hands.“God, you’re killing me with those hands,” Jackson muttered under his breath.Before Liam could react, Jackson leaned across the center console and crashed his lips against his. The kiss was hot, sudden, and hungry. Liam’s eyes widened as the car swerved a little..his foot slammed the brake just in time to avoid the bumper of the sedan in front.“Shit!” Liam laughed, heart racing, pulling the car straight again. “You’re gonna get us killed.”Jackson only smirked, licking h

Third Person's POVBACK AT LIAM'S ROOMThe bedroom hung in silence like a held breath after Liam's explosive exit. The echo of the slammed door still trembled in the air, a percussion that seemed to shake something loose in the careful architecture of lies that had been constructed in this house.Avery turned to face Mr. Astor Sinclair, her silk nightgown catching the lamplight like water catching moonbeams. Her expression was a masterpiece of controlled fury, each feature carved from marble that might crack at any moment."Listen, sir," she began, her voice carrying the deceptive softness of a blade wrapped in velvet. "I understand that what happened here was something that occurred unexpectedly."She paused, letting the word 'unexpectedly' hang between them like smoke from a dying fire."But I would appreciate it if such situations don't happen again. Don't come here and destroy my marriage with your... interventions."Astor's eyebrows lifted with the slow deliberation of a man wh

Third Person's POVDawn crept through the venetian blinds like a thief stealing the last moments of peaceful sleep. Liam's eyes opened to find the space beside him cold and empty, the indentation in the pillow the only evidence that Avery had been there at all.The silence felt deliberate. Calculated. In their months of cohabitation, Avery had never missed an opportunity to orchestrate some morning drama, complaints about his late nights, demands for attention, theatrical displays of pregnancy symptoms that required his immediate concern.This absence was more unsettling than her presence had ever been.Viviana appeared in the doorway like a ghost materializing from the morning mist, carrying a breakfast tray that released ribbons of steam into the cool air."Good morning, sir," she said, her voice carrying that careful neutrality that household staff perfected when navigating family tensions. "Miss Avery left for her doctor's appointment very early. She specifically requested that y