As Liam approached the VIP area, he noticed several people surrounding Mr. Edwards, all engaged in animated conversation. The men and women were dressed in stylish, elegant attires, perfectly suited for a luxurious country club setting. Among them the one that caught Liam's attention the most was a stunning woman in her thirties whose presence seemed to be commanding attention.But the fact that she was looking stunning, wasn't what caught Liam's attention, it was the fact that she had her eyes on him since she looked at him. She continued to look at him trying to make eye contact as he approached, not shying or looking away. It was as if she wanted him to approach her.Her long, flowing hair framed her face, and her sharp features were complemented by a confident smile. Her eyes sparkled with interest as she regarded Liam, an undeniable attraction radiating from her. She wore a fitting red dress that accentuated her curves, exuding both allure and worldlinessAs he got i to the secti
“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested,” Liam said bluntly, discomfort creeping into his tone. It wasn’t that he found her unattractive; she certainly had her charms. However, he wasn’t the type to get swept away by superficial allure. He preferred genuine connections over fleeting temptations, and something about this situation felt off.He had just rejected her? Selena was taken aback. She hadn’t expected rejection from Liam, especially after she had openly shown that she was very much interested in him. She had been so sure he would fall for her charms, after all she was looking stunning. Selena's expression went from surprise to clear disappointment. Feeling offended by his blunt rejection, her expression darkened. The warmth in her smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a sharp look of offense in her eyes. “Not interested? Really?” she scoffed, the playfulness that was in her tone earlier wasn't there any more, it was replaced with an iciness as she spoke. She stood up, her chair s
Her voice startled Liam, and he immediately turned to face her, irritation and surprise creeping into his voice. “Selena? What are you doing here?” ignoring her suggestions for fun, he pointed her towards the sign that showed males only near the door. “Are you lost? This is for males only!” “Shh, don’t be too loud. We wouldn’t want people to know we’re both here, would we?” She said, a sly smile playing on her lips as she attempted to touch her finger to his lips. However Liam didn't let her, as he instinctively moved out of her reach, annoyance flashing in his eyes.Glaring coldly at her, Liam said, “Are you out of your mind! I told you I’m not interested, Selena. Now, leave me alone.” He threatened her. But Selena took another step closer to him, her body language shifting to something more predatory. “Come on, Liam. Don’t be like that. You’re just playing hard to get,” she said in a purring tone, her eyes locking into his with an intensity that felt both enticing and dangerous.“
Liam’s stomach churned. The audacity of her claim left him momentarily speechless. His mind raced, struggling to comprehend how she could twist the situation so dramatically.Before he could fully process the impending disaster, the sound of footsteps thundered from outside. Selena’s cries had drawn attention, and in no time, a burst into the bathroom, alarm etched on their faces, their eyes darting between the two of them. Not even a second after the men entered, more people from the country club also arrived “What’s going on?” one of them demanded, taking in the scene with wide eyes. Selena stood there, fabric torn in her hands. She was the picture of a victim in distress, and Liam looked like the predator. Fake tears fell from Selena's eyes, and she played her role flawlessly, bringing out a mix of concern and aggression from the newcomers who all glared at Liam with disgust. “Help, please, he tried to take advantage of me!” Selena cried out, dropping to the floor. She sobbed, h
Liam was stunned as the country club security moved in, handcuffing him without so much as asking for his side of the story. There was no attempt to understand what had happened, no investigation, just swift action based on assumptions. The fact that they were in the men's bathroom didn’t seem to raise any suspicion. No one questioned why Selena was even there, in a place meant for men. That alone should have made them stop and think something wasn’t adding up.As they put the cuffs on him, for a moment, Liam considered resisting. It would have been easy for him to shake them off and leave. And no one would be able to stop him. But he stopped himself, knowing that fleeing would only worsen the situation. Instead, he allowed them to cuff him, the cold metal biting into his wrists, the weight of the injustice sinking in. His mind raced, trying to comprehend how everything had spiraled so quickly. He was being accused of something he hadn’t done, trapped in a scheme by someone desperate
“Did he physically harm you?” another journalist asked, her voice professional though her eyes gleamed with concern, leaning forward as if to capture every detail of Selena’s response. Selena’s expression saddened with perfect timing. Her voice quivered, playing the part of the frightened victim to perfection. “Yes,” she replied shakily. “I had to fight him off. He tried to push me down, and when I resisted… he hit me!” Her hand flew up to her face, gesturing toward the red mark on her cheek, a mark she had carefully crafted moments earlier, knowing it would evoke sympathy and paint her as the victim. But, the truth was far more sinister. No one had laid a hand on Selena, but she had learned how to manipulate her image well. Pressing her hand hard against her face before walking out into the crowd had left the perfect hint of redness, a fabricated wound to sell her story. As she pointed her finger to the red mark on her face, she said,“This is what he did to me,” she choked out, he
Meanwhile, upon arriving at the police station, Liam was escorted inside the police building. They still had handcuff on him. The two cops who had arrested him had no idea of his real identity, so they treated him like they would treat every other criminal.The fluorescent lights shined overhead, casting harsh shadows on the walls as they walked down a long corridor. Liam could hear the distant sounds of people talking, phones ringing, and the rustle of paper. It all felt surreal, like a scene from a movie, but he knew this wasn't a movie, it was his reality now.Inside the processing room, Liam was told to stand against a cold wall. The officer removed his handcuffs but kept a firm grip on his arm, ensuring he didn’t make any sudden moves. Another officer entered, casting a glance at Liam, his expression a mix of suspicion and curiosity.“First name?” the officer asked, jotting down notes on a clipboard.“Liam,” Liam replied in a composed tone, his posture relaxed despite the serious
Liam brushed the worrying thoughts away, assuring himself that his family trusted him, and they would never believe the things being said about him on the news over him, after all they were his family and they knew him better.After all the procedures were done, Liam was escorted down a narrow, dimly lit corridor and taken to a holding cell. The clanging of the metal door echoed as it swung open, and the officer gestured for him to step inside.The moment he stepped foot inside, he could feel how the room was cold and unwelcoming, a small bench against one wall and nothing else. The faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the dampness of the air. Liam entered without a word, his composed expression never leaving him. He knew there was nothing to be worried about, hence he wasn't worried. The door clanged shut behind him, the sound reverberating off the walls, leaving him alone in the sterile, claustrophobic space.He sat down, leaning back against the cold concrete wall, staring at the