Chapter 4

LIAM’S POV

When Sarah collapsed in my arms, I took a step back in surprise realizing that probably I might have gone too hard on the poor girl, judging by the way she responded to my touch, I had deduced that it was her first time and maybe I had gone too far in trying to scare her.

Frustrated and annoyed with myself, I pushed off her limp body tucking my erection which was rapidly going down back into my pants so it wasn't uncomfortable for me to walk properly.

Out of good conscience, I couldn't leave her sprawled carelessly on the seat, so I tucked her in properly, making sure her head was on the headrest but I secured her body with the seat belt before slipping back to the driver's seat.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I thought back to everything and how it all started.

Everything started less than a year ago but looking back at it, it seems like it was a lifetime ago.

I had no idea how Emily's father was able to convince my dad but one night, I got called into my father's study and he informed me of my impending marriage to Emily. I was surprised, wondering what was the haste and why in particular Emily was the one he singled out for me but most of my questions were met with blank stares and rigid lips.

It wasn't until I caught Dad and Emily's father in a section of the house talking about a business deal, and that's where it all made sense to me. This marriage was more of a contract than a bonding of families to them.

Confirmed confronting my father soon after I found out about the arrangement didn't go down well and he threatened to cut me off and stop all my extracurricular activities already I knew what that meant prior to this engagement my dad knew I was having an affair with a girl named Maggie but he kept mute about it as long as it wasn't affecting my studies or any other thing.

One thing that made my father good at what he does as a businessman is that he knows how to strike at the heart of every business deal and I knew it wouldn't take him anything to take Maggie away from me.

At this point, I knew when to shut up and stomach things, so I did as I bid.

Ignoring Maggie and what we shared made my heart cut into pieces but I much prefer keeping her alive.

The day I found out that Maggie was dead and Emily had a hand in her accident, my heart shattered into a billion pieces and I've never recovered ever since.

Most of my close friends told me that I've changed, grown into someone else but I didn't have a choice really. 

I set out on a personal mission to hurt Emily and everyone that she's ever cared about starting with her half-sister. I want Emily to suffer the way I did, crying into her pillowcase every night, wishing someone would take the pain away.

Breathing out, I stared out the window encouraging myself to move. I started by peeling off my jacket and covering Sarah's upper body with it.

Up next, I exit the car and walk a couple of steps away making sure to look around before making the call.

I reached out to the only person to call and trust… my assistant, Nick.

He's been working with me for the better part of 5 years and to an extent, we've come to a sort of understanding and relationship.

The reason why I trusted him was he's the only person that I've ever seen stand up to my father and come out of it intact.

Most of my friends are either afraid or they have too much respect for the person they perceived him to be.

I dialed his number and waited for it to ring.

He picked up almost immediately. “Liam, oh my God! Where the hell are you, man? Everybody's going crazy trying to figure out where you are-”

“I need your help,” I say, cutting him off. “Is the helicopter ready?”

“Yeah, the helicopter is ready,” Nick replied distractedly, trying to bring him back to the matter on the ground. “Where are you? The wedding is literally on hold because of you. Everyone's looking for you… your dad, the Mitchells…”

“I guess it's a good thing then that I don't care. I need you to help me get to the helicopter and immediately.” I returned sassily.

Nick sighed, knowing that he had no other choice but to help me. “Fine, I'll help you but I just think that as your friend, I need to advise you. Everyone's angry with you and I don't think it'll end well for you if you don't come back as soon as possible.”

I paused, fiddling with my watch. “Advice was taken, now can you get me there?”

“Send me coordinates,” Nick ordered.

I did as I was instructed, heading back into the car, for fear that I'd been recognised.

Nick kept to his end of the bargain and in less than 30 minutes, another car pulled up and they were transferred. Sarah was knocked out cold even when we drove up to the timer about the board the helicopter.

I kept looking around anxiously as if waiting for someone to stop us.

It wasn't until we were 50 feet up in the air that I could fully relax, knowing that I was safe now.

SARAH'S POV 

Moving around, I felt a soft sensation tickling the underside of my jaw and I moved to swipe it away.

Opening my eyes, I blinked twice when I realized my surroundings were not familiar.

It was as if my mind was stuck in a haze and it wasn't until I traced my hands over the bed sheets, that my memories started coming back to me.

Liam, the car, the kiss, the wedding…

Holy shit!

My eyes grew wide and I sat up with a jolt, scanning the room but this time with fresh eyes, wondering where the hell I was and how that psychopath was able to bring me here.

From what I could see it looked like a hotel room but the wide floor-to-ceiling glass that spanned the left wall, giving me a great view into a poolside made me doubt if this was a hotel.

“Don't look so scared, darling.” Liam purred, coming out of a room I didn't know was there earlier. “I chose this place just for us.”

What the hell…?