A year long conflict

Amelia's POV 20 minutes later, I walked out of the restroom, after checking my phone and the news of Liam attending a charity gala tonight."Nurse," I called as I reached Noah's ward."How long is he going to be out for, I need to be somewhere real quick?" I asked, rubbing my sweaty palms together."He's quite weak, so he should be out for a while," She replied, smiling softly at me."Okay, and please, if he by chance wakes up before I get back, just tell him I'll be back soon," I said, waiting for her nod before I walked away, hurrying out of the hospital to the Charity gala location.The cold air hit my skin hard as I flagged down a taxi."There's a charity gala going on in town...""Oh, you mean, The Liam's?" He asked. I nodded silently, hoping he'd increase the speed."And here we are," He announced, I got out of the car, walked towards the entrance still in my worn clothes."Invite," The guards requested, blocking my way.I stared at their faces, arguing like I did earlier today

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

private confrontation

Amelia's POV Then he shook his head.“You left, Amelia,” he said under his breath. “You ran. You disappeared on me in that hospital, so don’t come here years later claiming—”“I didn’t run!” I shouted, surprising even myself. “Your mother chased me out! You yourself told me, I saw the video, saying you didn't want me anymore, Your family made damn sure I could never reach you! And I did what I had to do to protect my baby.”He looked at me like he didn’t recognize a single word.Vivienne smirked. Eleanor folded her arms. The guards dragged me another step back.I felt my throat close. “Liam, please… just listen. He’s your son. He—he looks like you. He—”He lifted a hand. “Enough.” The word hit me like a slap.My knees weakened, but I forced myself to stay upright. Forced myself not to break — not here, not in front of Vivian’s smug face or Eleanor’s tight smile or Liam’s cold stare.“You really… you really think I’m lying?” I whispered.He didn’t answer, he didn’t need to.One of the

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

A paternity test

Liam’s POVI stepped out into the cold and the night hit me like someone opened a freezer door in my face. Amelia’s taxi was already rolling away, and my pulse felt like it was trapped in my throat.A son.The word wouldn’t stop echoing in my skull, loud enough to drown out Eleanor’s voice still nagging beside me.“She abandoned you. Don’t let her manipulate you again,” she insisted, fingers curling around my arm like a leash she thought she owned.I peeled her off me slowly, my eyes glued to the direction Amelia disappeared. “Stop,” I muttered. My voice came out too calm for the way my chest was burning. “Just stop talking.”Eleanor swallowed, offended but masking it like she always did.“She ran from the hospital without a word,” she repeated.I remembered that morning. The IV in my hand. The white ceiling. The blurry confusion. The empty chair where she always sat. The divorce papers placed neatly over my blanket like a final goodbye.But that wasn’t even the part that haunted me.

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

He's your son

Liam’s POV“Sir,” my phone buzzed again. My assistant.Your stepmother and your wife are already in the hospital premises. I couldn’t stop them.Perfect. Exactly what I needed. Two hurricanes arriving uninvited.I stepped out of the room, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. “Security,” I barked. A guard rushed forward.“I don’t care what you have to do,” I said, voice low and razor-clean. “Those two women do not find out anything about the boy I asked about. Not a detail. Not a whisper. Nothing.”“Yes, sir.”I didn’t wait for more. I walked straight toward the hallway where Eleanor and Vivienne stood like a pair of vultures circling the same corpse.“You’re not supposed to be here,” Vivienne started immediately, eyes wide with fake concern. “Liam, she’s lying. She’s always been a liar, a cheat, a—”“Shut up, Vivienne.” My tone shut her mouth with a snap.She blinked. “Liam—”“I said shut the fuck up.” My voice cut through the hallway like broken glass. “What are you two doing here? Curious

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

A stranger from the past

Amelia’s POV“What did you say?” I asked, staring at him.“You heard me,” Liam said. “The fact that he’s my son doesn’t erase that you slept with another man while I was dying.”“I didn’t—” The words caught in my throat, the memory flashing so fast it made my head spin.“So it’s not even a lie,” he cut in, disbelief hardening his voice.“I didn’t sleep with him,” I retorted, even though I was finding it hard to believe my own words.He scoffed. “Your face says otherwise.” He said and turned to the doctor. “Run the test.”The manager nodded and led him toward the lab.“He’s going to be a match, right?” I muttered to the manager as they passed me.“He’s the best option,” he replied. “Since you aren’t.”The door shut.I sank onto the bench outside the lab, my fingers twisting together. Liam had to be a match. He just had to be.Someone stopped in front of me.I looked up, already irritated, ready to snap—then froze.“Y-you,” I muttered.“Yes,” he said calmly. “Me. What are you doing here