Chapter 3: A New Dilemma
Alex
As I was buttoning up my shirt, the remnants of the evening’s chaos still clinging to my thoughts, my phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, breaking the eerie silence in the room. My hand froze over the fabric, eyes snapping to the screen.
It was Daniel.
My heart leaped in my chest, then sank just as quickly. I’d completely forgotten about him. After the incident at the bar, I had bolted, leaving him in the midst of laughter and attention that he thrived on. I hadn’t even texted him since I’d returned to the hotel, my mind too jumbled to think straight.
"S***," I muttered under my breath, staring at his name flashing on the screen.
I hesitated, fingers hovering over the phone. I didn’t know how to explain myself. I didn’t know how he’d react if he knew what I’d done. The weight of my actions was still fresh in my mind.
My thumb hovered for a second longer before I sighed, knowing I couldn’t avoid him forever. I swiped the screen and brought the phone to my ear.
"Alex, where the hell are you?" Daniel’s voice immediately came through, and he sounded annoyed, but there was a hint of concern beneath it. "I’ve been looking for you everywhere! You just disappeared."
"I, uh... I needed some air," I stammered, already feeling the knot of guilt tightening in my chest. "I wasn’t feeling too great, so I came back to the hotel."
There was a brief pause, the sound of the bar buzzing in the background on his end. "You just left? Didn’t even say anything? I thought something happened to you, man."
Something had happened. But I couldn’t tell him that. Not yet. Not when I was still trying to process it myself.
"Sorry," I said quietly. "I didn’t mean to worry you."
Daniel let out a frustrated sigh. "Alex, you’ve got to stop doing this, man. One minute you’re fine, and the next, you vanish. You’ve been on edge all night. What’s going on?"
I clenched my jaw, turning away from the mirror to avoid seeing my own conflicted reflection. I couldn’t tell him the truth—not the full truth, anyway. I couldn’t admit that the pressure, the expectations, the constant need to perform was finally breaking me. That I had almost enjoyed the brief escape of being a nobody, but that it had gone horribly wrong.
"It’s just the summit," I finally muttered, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. "You know how it is. All the speeches, the attention... it gets to me."
Daniel was silent for a moment, but I knew he wasn’t buying it. He knew me too well, knew that I wasn’t telling him everything.
"Alex, come on," he said, his voice softer now, the playfulness from earlier replaced by genuine concern. "I know there’s more going on. You’ve been acting weird for a while now. Talk to me."
I pressed my thumb and forefinger to the bridge of my nose, trying to steady myself. How could I tell him? How could I explain what was really going on in my head—the suffocating pressure, the mounting desire to escape my carefully curated life, even for just a moment?
"I just need some space, Dani," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m trying to figure some things out."
"You’ve been needing space for months now," Daniel shot back, his frustration evident. "But you’re not figuring anything out. You’re just running. From everything. From me, from your father, from your own damn life. What are you so afraid of?"
I swallowed hard, his words hitting closer to home than I wanted to admit. Maybe I was running. But what else could I do? I had spent my whole life being molded into someone I wasn’t sure I wanted to be.
"I’m not running," I lied again, the words feeling like a defense mechanism. "I just... I can’t explain it right now."
"Then when?" Daniel pushed, his voice sharp. "You keep saying you’ll talk, but you never do. You’re shutting me out, Alex, and I don’t get it. You used to tell me everything. What changed?"
Everything had changed. Meeting that stranger, the way my world tilted when our eyes met, the flood of emotions I hadn’t known how to process. I hadn’t just left the bar to escape the chaos—I had left to escape myself.
"I’m sorry," I finally said, knowing I owed him that much at least. "I just need some time."
Daniel sighed heavily. "Fine. Take your time, then. But I’m here when you’re ready to stop running and actually talk."
The line went dead, leaving me in the silence of my hotel room, the weight of his words lingering long after the call ended.
I tossed the phone onto the bed and ran a hand through my hair, my mind still spinning. I had known Daniel would push for answers—he always did—but I hadn’t expected it to cut this deep.
Part of me wanted to tell him the truth, to lay it all out there and see how he’d react. But the bigger part of me—the part that had been raised to hide every flaw, every doubt—couldn’t bear the thought of it. I couldn’t risk him seeing the cracks in my carefully constructed facade.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my shirt still unbuttoned, my hair slightly disheveled from the night’s events. The image of the man who had bumped into me flashed in my mind again—those sharp blue eyes, the way my breath had caught in my throat at the sight of him. I felt a pang of something unfamiliar twist in my chest.
I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. For so long, I had been following a script, playing the role that had been laid out for me. But now, I was starting to wonder if I had been cast in the wrong part all along.
I turned away from the mirror, buttoning up my shirt with a shaky hand. I needed to clear my head. I needed to figure out what the hell I was going to do next.
But for now, all I could do was breathe and hope that, eventually, I’d find my way back to myself.
****
Days later, I found myself standing in the opulent ballroom of the presidential residence.
The grandeur of the summit was overwhelming, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
Men in tailored suits and women draped in luxurious gowns moved about elegantly, each of them exuding a confidence that I struggled to muster.
Despite the dazzling surroundings, my mind was far from the glamour of the evening. I was still haunted by thoughts of the man I had met at the bar—his sharp blue eyes, the way he had pulled me from my own reality, the wild night that felt like a dream fading with the morning light.
I couldn’t shake the memory of him, and it nagged at me like an unfinished sentence, an itch I couldn’t scratch.
As I wandered through the throngs of influential figures, exchanging polite nods and forced smiles, I felt a suffocating weight on my chest. Each handshake, each superficial conversation felt like a chore, drawing me deeper into the facade I had learned to maintain.
I wondered if I would ever see him again, if I could forget the thrill of that night.
“Alex, darling!” my mother’s voice sliced through my reverie, pulling me back to the present.
She glided over, draped in a striking red gown that turned heads as she approached. “You look absolutely lost. You need to engage! These people could be valuable connections.”
“Right,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Connections.”
She waved her hand dismissively, eager to steer me into the spotlight. “Come, let’s mingle. Your father is speaking soon, and we must be seen.”
I followed her lead, feeling like a marionette on strings, paraded around for the applause of the elite. Just as I was trying to focus on my surroundings, the MC stepped up to the microphone, his presence commanding silence across the ballroom.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice booming through the grand space, “it is with great pleasure that I announce the arrival of the esteemed Royalty of Norway, the Brighmore.”
A ripple of anticipation swept through the crowd, and I forced myself to breathe, clenching my fists at my sides. I hated these people—my parents included.
The royals were the epitome of privilege, flaunting their power and lineage, believing the world owed them respect. My disdain ran particularly deep for their son, Prince Liam Brightmore. He had always acted as if he were the king of the world, strutting through life with an arrogance that made my skin crawl.
As the large wooden doors at the far end of the ballroom swung open, the atmosphere shifted, charged with both excitement and tension. Guests turned, their whispers rising like a tide.
I felt my heart quicken, a nervous flutter settling in my stomach as I prepared for the familiar sight of the Norwegian royal family.
Then, he entered.
My eyes narrowed as I laid them on him. Prince Liam. He was flanked by his parents, the King and Queen, but it was Liam who caught my attention—the same sharp jawline, the tousled dark hair, and those piercing blue eyes that had haunted my dreams.
It struck me then, an epiphany so strong that it felt like a punch to the gut.
How could I not have seen the resemblance before? The face that had seemed so familiar, so intoxicatingly magnetic—it all came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Leo, the man from the bar, was not just any stranger; he was Prince Liam.
The realization sent a shockwave through my body, a
nd I staggered slightly, the polished floor feeling unsteady beneath my feet. My breath hitched in my throat.
Chapter 4: The Weight of Royal SecretsI couldn’t believe my eyes. Prince Liam Brightmore, standing across the ballroom like he owned the world—because, in a way, he did. The man I’d met at the bar, the one who had completely upended my thoughts and thrown me into a whirlwind of confusion, was royalty.I felt like the room had started spinning, the opulent chandeliers and finely dressed guests blurring around me. My heart pounded in my chest, and my palms were sweating despite the coolness of the ballroom.How the hell had I not recognized him? Prince Liam—his piercing blue eyes and sharp features were identical to Leo’s. My mind scrambled to make sense of it. I should’ve known. The confidence, the air of authority, it all made sense now.But why had he hidden it? Why pretend to be someone else?I shifted my gaze, trying to avoid looking at him directly. The last thing I needed was for him to notice me now, standing there like a deer caught in headlights. But it was too late. I could
Chapter 5: A Dangerous MeetingAlexI paced the dimly lit corridor, nerves prickling beneath my skin as I debated whether to go. Liam’s words echoed in my mind, the invitation laced with something darker. Meet me later. Despite the fear twisting in my stomach, a flicker of curiosity drew me in. I needed answers, even if it meant risking a scandal.I glanced at my watch. If I didn’t go now, I might lose the chance. With a deep breath, I slipped out of the ballroom, casting a quick look over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching. The halls were silent, and I made my way to the secluded terrace where Liam had said he’d be waiting.He was already there, standing by the railing with his back to me, shoulders tense, as if lost in thought. The night breeze tousled his hair, and for a moment, he looked almost vulnerable—a side of him I hadn’t seen before.I cleared my throat, and he turned, his face lighting up briefly before settling into a more guarded expression.“You came,” he murm
Chapter 6: A Threat in the ShadowsAlexThe instant I saw him, my stomach twisted. Daniel was standing there, half-hidden by shadows, his face a mix of fury and disbelief. He'd heard everything—enough to leave questions in his mind, enough to destroy any trust we had.“Daniel…” I breathed, stepping forward, but he held up a hand, stopping me cold."Don’t," he snapped, his voice tight. “Just… don’t. I knew you were hiding things from me, Alex, but this?” His gaze shifted to Liam, eyes narrowed. “What exactly is going on here?”Liam stepped forward, his stance calm but wary. "It’s not what you think, Daniel," he began, but Daniel scoffed.“Oh, I’m sure it’s exactly what I think,” he shot back, anger flashing in his eyes. "All this secrecy, sneaking around. Alex, do you have any idea what this looks like?”I tried to steady my voice, to keep the guilt from showing. “Daniel, just listen to me for a second. I can explain—”“Explain what?” he interrupted, looking between us. “How long has t
7LiamThe morning after our encounter on the terrace, I found myself pacing the ornate sitting room of the presidential suite where my family was staying. So much had happened in such a short time, and I replayed it all in my mind, trying to untangle the mess of emotions swirling within.Daniel discovering us had been bad enough, but the look on Alex's face as he walked away—hurt, betrayed, disappointed—cut deeper than I cared to admit. I never meant to hurt him, yet that's exactly what I seemed to keep doing. "Liam, must you wear a hole in the carpet?" My mother's voice cut through my thoughts. "You've been pacing for ages. What on earth is troubling you?" I glanced up to see my parents watching me expectantly from their seats by the window. With a sigh, I ran a hand through my hair. "It's nothing. I'm just...thinking about last night."My father scoffed. "Yes, that dreadful summit dinner. I don't know why we're always expected to socialize with those pompous Americans. They act l
8AlexI had barely slept, my mind racing with thoughts of Daniel and the look on his face as he walked away. I needed to talk to him, to explain everything. As I stepped into the hotel lobby, the polished marble underfoot felt like a gauntlet of judgment, each step echoing my anxiety. Part of me couldn’t believe he’d reacted so intensely, almost like he was overreacting.Finding him was easier than I expected. He was in a quiet corner, his back to me, hands shoved into his pockets. I took a deep breath and approached, my heart pounding.“Daniel?” I said, my voice tentative.He turned slowly, his expression unreadable but hurt evident in his eyes. “What do you want, Alex?”“I wanted to explain—”“Explain what?” he interrupted sharply, his voice almost bitter. “How you’ve been lying to me? How you’ve been sneaking around with Liam?”“It’s not like that,” I pleaded, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. “I didn’t mean to keep things from you. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you.”He s
Chapter 1: The InvitationAlex"Come on, Alex. You’ve been tense ever since the summit started. Loosen up a little."Daniel’s voice, smooth like whiskey, drifted over me, coaxing and playful. I stood by the tall windows of my hotel room, staring out over the glittering lights of the city, my mind already clouded by the weight of expectations. The Global Leadership Summit had been in full swing for days, and as the son of the President of the United States, I had made every effort to maintain the polished, perfect image expected of me. But underneath that facade, I was suffocating.I didn’t turn to face him, but I could feel the heat of his presence at my side. He was persistent, annoyingly so, and I wasn’t sure whether it was more because of his position as my best friend or because of his rebellious nature.Either way, we’d somehow ended up spending more time together during this summit than I anticipated. Officially, we were supposed to be working together on some leadership panel,
Chapter 2:AlexAs I stood there, heart still racing from the impact of the collision, I barely registered my surroundings. The guy I’d bumped into was nothing short of breathtaking—tousled dark hair, sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to burn right through me. But his expression? Furious. The kind of anger that made him even more striking in a dangerous, unsettling way.“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped, his voice low and edged with irritation. “Do you not know how to watch where you’re going?”I opened my mouth, ready to apologize, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I stared back at him, trying to shake off the shock. “I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”“Sorry?” he scoffed, stepping closer until he was towering over me. “You think ‘sorry’ cuts it? Maybe next time, try paying attention instead of wandering around like you own the place.”His arrogance hit me like a slap, and suddenly, my embarrassment morphed into irritation. My brows furrowed as I tr