48Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."Each word was sharp and venomous, carrying an almost tangible malice. My breath hitched as I reread the message, the weight of its threat pressing down on my chest. A cold, clammy sensation spread through my body, my heart hammering like it was trying to escape my ribcage. Liam’s face flashed in my mind—his bloodied, pale face as he collapsed into my arms, gasping for breath. That bullet had been meant for me. The thought twisted my gut, a sickening combination of guilt
49Alex I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. The screen dimmed as I hesitated, my thumb hovering over Liam’s name in my contacts. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the heating system, but the silence felt deafening. My mind kept replaying the moment he collapsed in my arms, blood soaking through his jacket, his face pale as death. “Damn it,” I muttered, pressing the call button before I could second-guess myself again.The line rang once, twice, three times, each beep tightening the knot in my stomach. And then it went to voicemail. Again. “Liam, it’s me. Please, just—just let me know you’re okay. I don’t care if it’s a text, just something. Please.” I ended the call, my fingers trembling as I set the phone down on the nightstand. I’d already left him three messages in the past day. No response. Not even a sign that someone had checked his phone. Was he alive? Was he safe? The questions clawed at my mind, growing louder with each passing second. My fath
50AlexDays had passed since my last attempt to reach out to Liam. Each one bled into the next, and I found myself retreating further into my room. The once-pristine space had become a mess, mirroring the chaos inside my mind. Clothes were strewn across the floor, dishes piled on my desk, and the curtains remained drawn, letting in only slivers of light. My phone lay untouched on the nightstand, the anonymous message I’d received haunting me. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."The words burned into my memory, looping endlessly as if on repeat. I couldn’t even figure out who’d sent it. Every time I tried to trace the source, I hit a dead end. It was driving me insane, adding another layer to the wreckage of my life. To be honest, my life was a mess. A hot mess. No—a flaming pile of shit. I barely left my
51“What?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” he said, his tone raw. “But I kept it to myself because I thought you were straight, or—hell, I don’t know. I didn’t think I had a chance.” I stared at him, my mind racing. “So what, you just decided to spring this on me now? After everything?” “No.” He shook his head. “I didn’t plan for this to happen. I came here to fix things between us, to be your friend again. But seeing you like this… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.” I took a step back, putting distance between us, my heart pounding in my chest. "You had no right, Daniel. No right to kiss me, to say this now." His eyes narrowed, frustration and something else flickering in them. "Why? Because of Liam? Because you’re in love with him?" The words hit harder than I expected, and I flinched, as if they'd physically struck me. My stomach twisted, but I didn't want him to see how badly his words hurt. "That's not the point,"
52AlexThe days blurred together, my room an extension of my despair. My phone sat lifeless on my nightstand, ignored. Every text, every knock, every attempt to reach me was met with silence. Elena, however, was never one to take silence for an answer. The knock at my door was persistent this time, breaking through the oppressive stillness. I pulled the pillow over my head and groaned. “Go away!” The door creaked open anyway, and I knew who it was before she even spoke. “Alex, I’m coming in whether you like it or not,” Elena said, her voice firm. I didn’t bother turning over. “Leave me alone, Elena.” “Not happening.” She stepped inside and stopped abruptly. “Oh my God.” I heard her sniff dramatically, then cough. “What the hell is that smell?” “Life,” I muttered, still refusing to face her. “More like death,” she shot back, wrinkling her nose. “Seriously, Alex, this is disgusting. When’s the last time you cleaned this place?” I rolled onto my back, glaring at he
53AlexAs the car glided through the bustling city streets, Elena turned to me, her expression soft yet probing. “Alex,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. “I know you’re grateful I dragged you out today, but this—this isn’t enough. You can’t just bury yourself in your room forever. What’s really going on?” I leaned back against the plush leather seat, my gaze fixed on the world outside. Neon lights blurred past, the city alive and unbothered, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. A part of me wanted to brush her off, to change the subject like I always did. But Elena wasn’t one to back down. If I didn’t give her something, she’d push until I cracked. I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair. “Fine. You want to know what’s been going on?” I muttered, my voice tinged with frustration. She nodded, her green eyes unwavering, waiting for me to spill my secrets. “I’ve been trying to contact Liam,” I admitted finally, my chest t
54Alex---My phone buzzed against the nightstand, the vibration cutting through the oppressive silence of my room. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Charlotte had been calling incessantly since our last argument. I ignored it, letting the phone buzz itself into silence, but it barely lasted a minute before it started vibrating again. I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. Another buzz. Then another. She wouldn’t stop. Finally, I grabbed the phone and stared at the screen. Charlotte. The name glared back at me, her persistence as relentless as ever. She’d sent a flurry of messages too, all variations of the same theme: Why are you ignoring me? Please call me back.I sighed, swiping up to answer. “What, Charlotte?” “What?!” she shrieked, her voice crackling through the speaker. “Is that seriously how you’re going to greet your fiancée? The woman you’re engaged to?” “Charlotte, I’m not in the mood for this right now,” I said, pinching the bridge of
55AlexI strode toward the door, each step heavy with determination, but Charlotte’s voice sliced through the air behind me like a whip. “Stop right there, Alex!” I froze, my back to her. My shoulders stiffened, fists curling at my sides. Her words held the kind of authority I’d grown to resent. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t have to. “What now, Charlotte?” I asked, my tone calm, though the exhaustion seeped through every word. “You think you can just walk out like that?” Her heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as she closed the distance between us. “After everything I’ve done for you? After everything I’ve sacrificed?” I glanced back at her over my shoulder, my patience worn thin. “I apologized. I said I’d try. What more do you want from me?” Her eyes glistened with tears, but there was nothing soft about her expression—only anger and desperation. “You think a forced apology is enough? You think you can just check a box and leave? I’m your fiancée, Alex! Your partner
Epilogue Four months later,AlexThe day started like any other, though I had this odd sense that something was off. Liam had been unusually secretive for the past week—whispering into his phone, disappearing for hours, and giving me these coy little smiles that made me both suspicious and amused.“Are you hiding something from me?” I’d asked him over breakfast that morning.“Who, me?” he replied, his face the picture of innocence. “Never.”I rolled my eyes but let it go. If Liam had a secret, I’d find out eventually.The day passed uneventfully, and by the time evening rolled around, I was half-convinced he’d forgotten my birthday entirely.“Get dressed,” he said, popping his head into the bedroom. “Something nice.”“Why?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.“Just trust me,” he said with a grin, disappearing again before I could press him further.---An hour later, we were in the car, heading to a destination he refused to disclose. My curiosity was driving me insane, but I tried to play i
150AlexMoving in with Liam felt surreal, like stepping into a dream I didn’t dare believe I could have. His apartment—our apartment now—was warm and inviting, filled with little pieces of him that I was quickly coming to adore. A framed photo of his childhood dog sat on the mantel, his collection of vintage vinyl records lined the shelves, and a faint scent of cedar lingered in the air.“Home sweet home,” Liam said, tossing his keys onto the counter as we stepped inside.I dropped my bags by the door and glanced around. “It’s still sinking in that this is real.”He grinned, pulling me into a hug. “It’s real, Alex. This is us now.”Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the moment. Liam sighed, releasing me. “That’ll be Daniel. He insisted on helping us settle in.”“And Sophia?” I asked, half-joking. “Is she coming too?”“Of course,” Liam said, smirking. “Those two are attached at the hip these days.”---Sure enough, Daniel and Sophia arrived with bags of food and a bottle of wine.
149AlexThe morning air was sharp as I stepped out of my car, nerves bouncing in my chest. Daniel was already waiting for me near the café, leaning casually against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. His calmness was infuriating, especially since I was a mess.“Relax,” Daniel said as I approached. “You’re not going into battle.”“Feels like I am,” I muttered, shoving my hands into my coat pockets. “This isn’t just about me anymore. It’s about Liam… and Sophia, for some reason.”Daniel smirked. “You’ll thank her. Trust me.”I raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. We stepped inside, and there they were—Liam and Sophia, sitting at a table in the corner.They had come here to USA to see us and we took a rendez vous here. Liam looked as tense as I felt, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the room nervously. Sophia, on the other hand, exuded a calm confidence, sipping her coffee like this was a regular Tuesday.When Liam’s eyes met mine, I froze. The weight of everything—the lie
148AlexFew days later,Daniel paced back and forth in my room, a mix of anger and determination etched across his face. His fists were clenched, and I could see he was holding himself back from exploding.“You’re not going to believe this,” he finally said, stopping in front of me.I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart sinking at his tone. “What is it?”He hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, “Charlotte’s lying. She’s not pregnant, Alex.”My stomach dropped. “What?”“She’s lying!” Daniel repeated, his voice louder this time. “I overheard her on the phone with one of her friends. She was laughing about how she tricked you into staying. She said it was the only way to keep you from running off with Liam.”I stared at him, my mind reeling. “Are you sure about this?”“Positive.” His jaw tightened. “I even recorded part of the conversation. I figured you’d need proof.”He pulled out his phone and played the audio. It was Charlotte’s voice, clear as day, bragging about her manipulati
147AlexAfter everything that happened, I could barely think straight—well, no pun intended. I couldn’t shake the chaos of the past few weeks. Liam was miles away in Norway, dealing with his own mess, while I was stuck here with Charlotte, pretending like my life wasn’t falling apart.It wasn’t like I didn’t think about leaving her. I did. Every single day. The problem was, Charlotte knew how to play the game better than anyone. The moment she sensed I was pulling away, she dropped the bomb.“I’m pregnant.”Those two words stopped me dead in my tracks.“What?” I stammered, blinking at her as if I’d misheard.Charlotte crossed her arms, her lips twisting into that smug smile she always wore when she knew she had the upper hand. “You heard me. I’m pregnant, Alex. So whatever you’re thinking about doing, just stop. You’re not going anywhere.”I stared at her, my mind racing. “You’re… how? When?”She rolled her eyes like I was the dumbest person alive. “Do you really need a biology lesso
146Liam After Alex left, I immediately booked a business-class flight to Norway. My head was spinning, and my chest felt tight as I made my way through the airport. The scandal had erupted faster than I could comprehend, and now everything was unraveling.The messages from Sophia, my wife, wouldn’t stop coming. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket, and each time her name lit up the screen, I felt another wave of frustration. She knew why I’d gone to the USA. She knew I’d gone to see Alex. But being caught? That was the part she couldn’t handle.Her last message burned in my mind: "You’ve humiliated me, Liam. Fix this. Now."As if fixing this was as easy as flipping a switch.I leaned back in my seat as the plane took off, closing my eyes in a futile attempt to relax. But the stress kept clawing at me. My mother had called too, several times. I refused to pick up. Not now. I couldn’t deal with her fury and the barrage of accusations over the phone. Whatever was coming, I’d face i
145AlexI paced the room, my phone clutched so tightly in my hand that my knuckles had turned white. My breathing was shallow, and my chest felt like it was being crushed under a massive weight. The headlines were everywhere, and the notifications on my phone wouldn’t stop. Every second, there was another call, another message, another piece of my life falling apart.“Alex, you need to calm down,” Liam said, his voice steady but soft. He reached for me, but I stepped away, shaking my head.“Calm down?” I snapped, my voice trembling. “Are you kidding me right now? Do you see what’s happening? My parents are going to kill me! My dad already hates that I’m even remotely involved in politics, and now this? A scandal with a prince? God, Liam, what were we thinking?”“We weren’t thinking,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “We were just… feeling. And I don’t regret it, Alex. Not for a second.”“Well, I do!” The words came out before I could stop them, and the moment they did, I
144Alex's POVI was so shocked to see him standing there. Of all the places, of all the nights, Liam showed up here. At first, I thought I was imagining things—the dim lighting of the bar, the soft hum of alcohol in my veins. But no, it was really him. His face, those familiar blue eyes that haunted me for years, the slight stubble along his jaw that hadn’t been there before.To be honest, I’d missed him.Not that I’d admit it, at least not right now. Not after everything. But seeing him in the flesh brought back memories I had buried so deep I thought they’d never resurface. The way he used to laugh at my stupid jokes. The way he’d look at me like I was the only person in the room. And, of course, the way he shattered me when he left.I tried to keep my composure, but my voice betrayed me as I asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"His answer was almost laughable in its simplicity. "I needed to see you," he said, as if that excused everything."To say what?" I shot back, narrowi
143LiamThe moment we stepped through the grand doors of the palace, the heavy aroma of fresh lilies greeted us, mingling with the faint scent of polished marble. Queen Ingrid, my mother, stood at the foot of the grand staircase, her regal demeanor faltering for a moment as she took in our unexpected return. Her icy blue eyes, so much like mine, narrowed slightly, betraying her shock.“Liam,” she began, her voice laced with surprise. “And Sophia. Back so soon? I thought you were supposed to be in Bora Bora for another week.”I forced a smile, trying to keep my composure. “Ah, yes, Mother. There was, uh, an issue with the resort,” I said, fumbling for a plausible excuse. “Something about a mix-up with our accommodations. It wasn’t… ideal.”Sophia, ever the composed partner, chimed in seamlessly. “It was a shame, really. The resort was stunning, but the management couldn’t seem to get anything right. Liam thought it would be better if we cut the trip short.”Queen Ingrid’s brows lifted