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LEON'S POVI woke up to the continuous ringing of my phone. The morning sunlight that penetrated the window illuminated on my face as I turned towards the bedstand to reach for my phone; “Who is it so early in the morning,” I groaned.My eyes were half opened as I looked at the caller ID. It was an unknown number.I answered it anyway and placed it on my ear while still half asleep.“Leon! Leon! Can you hear me?” Belle's frantic voice came in. My eyes shot open; just by her tone, I knew something was wrong. “What is it?” I shot back, still trying to maintain my cool. It could be one of her schemes.But why was she calling me instead of Liam. “It's Liam, he…he was into an accident last night,” she stuttered. I could hear the panic and fear in her voice, “They said he's in a coma,” she sobbed. I sat up instantly, my brain struggling to process what she just said, “What the fuck are you talking about, Belle? Liam was with Amy last night.” I got out of bed, my legs shaking slightly

LEON'S POV Seeing my brother, Liam, being carried into the mansion on a stretcher, pale and motionless with tubes attached to him like a lifeline, broke something in me that I never knew existed. I had to watch from afar as the medical team set him up in his room to avoid being seen by them. As soon as I was sure that Dr. Levison was alone, I walked into Liam's room. Dr. Levison has been our personal doctor for years. He knows the truth about us and is registered as Liam's medical guardian. Thanks to him, I didn't have to show my face at the hospital. My chest tightened with every sound and the beeping of the monitor that was connected to Liam. I could barely breathe, watching Liam like that. I wanted to shout at him, scold him, and hit him until he woke up, but my entire body was numb. I just stood there watching the doctor, adjusting the IV, checking his pulse, heart rate, and every other thing.“Dr. Levi…” I whispered behind him, “He's going to be okay, right?” My voice cra

AMY'S POV Britney’s voice echoed in my ear, but before I could respond, Belle turned to her,“I'm Belle Houston,” She said with a smirk, “The only woman who has a place in Liam’s life. And I'm just showing our little Miss celebrity her place before she gets hurt.” “Excuse me?” Britney snapped, “Do you even hear yourself? You’re at his gate, talking to his girlfriend like this, and you think you sound sane?”Belle ignored her, her attention locked on me. “I’m just being honest. She deserves to know the truth. She’s a public figure, after all. It’s better she walks away now before she's embarrassed in front of everyone.”Her words echoed in my head long after she finished. A replacement. A distraction. I wanted to scream at her, tell her she was lying, that Liam cared for me. But then I remembered;Our relationship was fake. A contract. A cover-up for something else.And maybe Belle wasn’t lying entirely.Maybe I really was just a convenient distraction for him because she wasn't the

AMY'S POV Two painfully long weeks.Every morning, I woke up with hope and questions hammering in my mind, and every night, I went to bed without an answer. The news hadn't been kind either;Liam's name was on every headline, as Lords of Fashion faced crisis and uncertainty because Liam was still in Coma. Stock falters amid leadership crisis. The media never stopped talking, and the company was on the edge of chaos.All I wanted was to see him. I wanted to see him so badly. But I couldn’t. Not with her there I knew she wouldn't let me in, and I couldn't afford another humiliating confrontation. I told myself I’d wait until he woke up. I told myself I’d give him that chance.Now, sitting in the large conference hall of Lords of Fashion. I felt like I was about to break apart. The air was heavy with tension.Kayla stood behind my chair, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. “You okay?” she whispered.I gave a faint smile that fooled neither of us. “I’m fine,” I lied.She sighed s

AMY'S POV A loud bang on the table startled me, followed by the annoying voice that had been a pain in my ass for the past two weeks.Belle. “None of it is good enough,” she said, scattering my recent promotional shoot photos on the table, “You're doing it again.” “Do you even care about quality anymore?” she sneered, “Because this,” she jabbed a manicured finger at one of the photos, “is pathetic.”I clenched my jaw, inhaling sharply to stop myself from exploding. My patience was hanging by a thread, and she’d been tugging at it nonstop.“Are you kidding me? We've done this shoot twice this week. Did you show them to Liam? Is Liam really rejecting this or…” “Are you trying to say, I'm doing this on purpose?” She cut me off with an authoritative voice, “If you think I'm lying, why don't you call Liam and ask him yourself,” She folded her arms and stared at me with a knowing smirk. She knew Liam wasn't picking my calls, she knew I couldn't ask. I had tried, night after night, to