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
9AlexMy father’s voice was sharp, snapping me back to attention.“One more thing, Alex,” he said, pausing just enough to let the weight of his words settle.“Yes, Dad?”He took a step closer, his face expressionless but his eyes piercing. “I know your feelings toward the Brighmores are… complicated, to say the least. We’ve had our issues with their family, and I understand why you might despise working with them. But put that aside. Focus on the summit and the bigger picture. Can you do that?”I felt my throat tighten, and it took everything to keep my voice steady. “Yes, I understand.”His eyes narrowed, watching me closely. “Don’t just say it. I need you to mean it, Alex. This alliance isn’t just about pleasantries—it’s about solidifying our family’s position. The future of of the presidency, of everything we’ve worked for, depends on this. So whatever history or… personal feelings you might have, I expect you to rise above them.”A bitter laugh threatened to slip out, but I held
10Alex The tension in the air felt almost suffocating as I was about to respond to Liam when suddenly, a man in a suit appeared at the entrance of the corridor. He cleared his throat, and my eyes flicked to him in annoyance. The last thing I wanted right now was to be interrupted.“Mr. Morgan, Mr. Brighmore,” the man said, his tone formal and clipped, “if you’re ready, we’ve been assigned a private room for the speech rehearsal. We’ll need to start soon.”I glanced at Liam, his jaw set and his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite place. He exhaled sharply, his lips thinning, and I could sense the frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. He must’ve been feeling it too—the weight of our unspoken words hanging between us like an invisible rope ready to snap. I almost wanted to take the man’s offer just to escape the awkwardness.Liam turned to the man, nodding curtly. “Lead the way.”I didn’t even look at him as I followed, keeping a few paces behind as we made our way dow
11Alex“Goddamn it, Liam!” I snapped, standing up so abruptly that my chair scraped loudly against the floor. My voice was louder than I intended, and I could feel the heat rising in my chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”Liam’s eyes widened as he scrambled to grab a napkin, attempting to dab at the coffee stain on my shirt. His fingers trembled, making the mess worse. “Shit, Alex, I didn’t mean—”I slapped the napkin away, not caring that coffee splashed onto my hand. It burned, but I didn’t even register it. I was too pissed off. “You think this is funny?” I spat, eyes narrowing on him as my voice dropped to a dangerous growl. “Is this some kind of joke to you?”“No, I...” Liam’s voice softened, but there was still a trace of amusement in his eyes that only made my blood boil further. “Look, it was an accident. Just calm down.”“Calm down?” I shook my head, my fists clenching at my sides. “You ruin my shirt, and you think I’m supposed to *calm down*? Are you out of your damn
36Liam Anders’s smug grin widened as he spoke into the phone, his tone dripping with exaggerated concern. “Mother? You’ll never believe what Liam’s gone and done. You should call us to your suite immediately.”I lunged forward, trying to snatch the phone out of his hand. “Anders, you absolute snake, stop stirring the pot!” He sidestepped me easily, laughing as he held the phone out of reach. “Oh, relax, brother. You’ve got nothing to hide, right? Or is there more to this little bandaged hand situation than you’d like Mother to know?”I glared at him, my fists clenched. “Why don’t you mind your own business for once in your life?”Anders arched an eyebrow, his expression turning condescending. “Mind my business? *You’re* the one stumbling into the palace looking like you’ve been in a street fight. How very royal of you.”“Shut up, Anders,” I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. “This has nothing to do with you.”He smirked, tucking his phone into his pocket. “It has everything to do
35AlexI had to talk to Elena. As much as I wanted to avoid the confrontation, there was no way around it now. She’d seen everything—or at least, enough to jump to conclusions—and if I didn’t explain myself, she’d make my life hell. Hell, she probably would anyway. I was doomed.“Why the hell did I kiss him?” I muttered under my breath, pacing back and forth in my room. My heart was still racing from the kiss, from Liam’s outburst, and from the way Elena had looked at me, like I’d betrayed everything we stood for. “This is such a mess. I’m such a mess.”I grabbed my room key and headed to her suite, my body tense and my mind spinning. Every step down the long hallway felt like a countdown to disaster. By the time I reached her door, my palms were sweating.I knocked sharply, my stomach twisting as I waited. No answer.“Elena?” I called, knocking again. Still nothing.The door wasn’t locked, though, and I hesitated before pushing it open. “Elena, I—”“I’m in the bathroom, Alex!” her v
34LiamMy head was spinning as I left the meeting room, the sharp sting in my hand competing with the turmoil in my chest. Blood trickled from my knuckles, leaving a crimson trail on the floor, but I didn’t care. I needed to get out of there. Away from Alex. Away from everything. I stormed into my suite, slamming the door shut behind me. The pain in my hand was worsening, throbbing in time with my erratic heartbeat. I leaned against the door, my breaths uneven, my mind replaying Alex’s accusations and that damn kiss I couldn’t get out of my head. Grabbing my phone with my good hand, I dialed the only person who could handle me in this state. Sophia. The moment she picked up, her familiar voice greeted me, her tone laced with concern. “Liam? Is everything okay?” “Soph, I need you to come here. Now,” I said, my voice tight, barely holding back the storm of emotions threatening to consume me. She didn’t hesitate. “I’m on my way.”Minutes felt like hours as I paced the room, the blo
33AlexLiam and I scrambled to separate, both of us fumbling to fix our appearances. My cheeks burned, and I avoided his gaze, but Elena's reaction made hiding impossible.“Elena,” I started, trying to think of a plausible explanation, but my voice came out shaky. “You... you were kissing him!” she exclaimed, pointing a trembling finger at me like she’d just caught me committing a federal crime. “What the actual—what is wrong with you?”I buried my face in my hands. “Elena, it’s not what it looks like—”“Oh, really? Because it looked like you were trying to swallow Liam’s face!” She turned to Liam, her expression a mixture of disbelief and outrage. “And you—what, are you just gonna stand there and pretend this is normal?”Liam ran a hand through his hair, his composure slipping for the first time. “Elena, it’s complicated—”“Oh, I bet it’s complicated!” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Do you two even realize where you are? In a workplace? What if someone else had walked in? What if
32AlexToday was the last day of the summit, and I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Soon, I wouldn’t have to see Liam again. This entire summit had been a disaster, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d made a mistake by agreeing to attend in the first place.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking through the haze of exhaustion. I groaned, dragging myself out of bed to check the screen. Dad. Of course. Answering wasn’t an option. Ignoring my father—President Morgan—only ever made things worse. “Alex,” his voice was sharp, even over the phone. “Come to my room. Now.” “Right,” I muttered, already moving to throw on a shirt. “I’ll be there in a minute.” The line went dead, and I sighed. Another lecture was coming, no doubt about my lack of sleep, my ‘erratic behavior,’ or how my every action reflected on him. Great. I made my way to his suite without wasting time, ignoring the dull ache in my temples and the weight pressing on my chest. The hotel was
31AlexThe room fell into a tense silence after Charlotte’s whispered confession. She leaned back slightly, her hand still resting on my cheek, her thumb brushing over my stubble. “You need to relax, Alex,” she said softly, her voice almost coaxing. I took a step back, shaking my head. “Charlotte, I can’t do this right now.” Her lips pressed into a thin line, her frustration evident. “Why not? You’re so wound up, and it’s not healthy. You’ve been running on fumes for weeks.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Because there’s too much going on. The summit, the investigation, everything with Liam and Anders. I can’t just switch it all off like that.” Her gaze hardened, and she took a deliberate step toward me. “Alex, we’re a couple. Or did you forget that? It’s been weeks—months, even—since we’ve been... intimate.” Her voice dipped on the last word, a note of vulnerability creeping in. “I want you, Alex. I’ve always wanted you.” I hesitated, avoiding her eyes. “It’s n
30 Alex I couldn’t stay in my hotel room, not with all of this weighing on me. The man’s words kept replaying in my mind: “The real threat... it’s tied to the royals.” Fuck! I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, the echo of it ringing through the confined space of my car. Was this all their fault? Anders? Liam? The damn Brightmores? Or was the man lying to save his own skin? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but the anger burned hotter. I couldn’t let myself believe it wasn’t true—not yet. They’d been at the center of every conflict since this summit started. Liam’s quiet looks, Anders’ overbearing presence, Queen Ingrid’s manipulations—it all added up. I drove aimlessly through the city, hoping the motion would clear my head. The streets were quieter now, the late hour chasing most people indoors. The rhythm of my tires on the road was steady, almost soothing, but my mind refused to settle. The conversation with Liam echoed in my head, his words sharp, his anger palp
29LiamThe silence between Alex and me was unbearable as we worked in the conference room. The air felt charged, filled with everything we weren’t saying. His focus was glued to the document on his laptop, his fingers typing occasionally, but there was an edge to his movements. I was still rattled by my argument with Anders and my mother. Their voices lingered in my head like an echo, sharp and relentless. My brother’s taunts, my mother’s cold dismissal, and Alex’s earlier accusations... it was all too much. Every time I tried to push the thoughts away, they surged back, demanding attention.Alex’s voice finally broke the silence, startling me. “Hey, Liam, are you even paying attention?” I blinked, realizing I’d been staring blankly at the same sentence in my notes for several minutes. “What?” I asked, my voice flat. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Never mind. Forget I asked.” I wanted to say something—anything—but the words got stuck in my throat. The truth was, I wasn
28LiamAs we left the meeting, the tension between our families was almost suffocating. My mother, Queen Ingrid, held her head high, a picture of composure, though I could see the simmering irritation in her eyes. Anders walked beside her, his face a mask of disdain, while Sophia followed silently, her expression unreadable.The Morgans remained behind in the meeting room, and I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder as the door closed. Alex had been unusually quiet throughout the meeting, though I’d caught the occasional flash of anger in his eyes. Something was brewing, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it.The valet pulled up with our sleek black Lamborghini, the epitome of opulence, and I slid into the backseat with Anders while Mother took the passenger seat. As the car purred to life and glided smoothly onto the road, the silence was short-lived.“That family,” my mother began, her voice icy, “is an embarrassment to diplomacy. The way President Morgan spoke to me? Absolutel