Chapter 1: The Invitation
Alex
"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, but in private, he seemed determined to crack me open. To see what was really going on beneath my stiff exterior.
"Daniel, you know I can’t," I muttered, tightening my grip on the window frame. My jaw clenched at the thought of sneaking out to a place like that.
Not because I didn’t want to go—part of me was curious, maybe even excited—but because it wasn’t who I was supposed to be. Or rather, it wasn’t who I was allowed to be.
"You 'can'," he countered, moving closer until I could see his reflection beside mine in the glass. He was grinning, that crooked, mischievous grin that always made me feel like I was missing out on some inside joke. "You just won’t. There's a difference."
"I don’t belong there."
Daniel let out a low chuckle, the kind that curled into your bones. "Bullshit. You belong wherever you want to belong. You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me—or the way you try not to look at me? Come on, admit it. You’re curious."
I hated how right he was. Of course, I’d noticed him. How could I not? He was magnetic, the kind of man who didn’t just walk into a room but commanded it.
And it wasn’t just his nobody nature; it was his confidence, the way he embraced who he was without a shred of apology.
I envied that. I’d been raised my entire life to be the perfect son, the perfect heir to a political dynasty.
Everything about me had been groomed for public consumption. Even my relationship with Charlotte, my fiancée, was part of the grand plan.
But Daniel was different. He was living his simple life despite being the son of a minister. Teetering over scandals.
But this? This was dangerous. My father’s words echoed in my mind.
“Image is everything, Alex. Every move you make, every word you say, is a reflection of this family. Of this country.”
There wasn’t room in that vision for someone like me to be caught in a bar, surrounded by people who saw me as anything other than the future of American politics.
"Look, I’m not asking you to give a speech or anything," Daniel said, turning me around to face him.
His eyes were dark, full of unspoken challenges. "It’s just a drink. You need it, Alex. Hell, I need it. Let’s go be nobodies for a night. No expectations. No titles. Just you, me, and a few beers. What’s the harm?"
I finally turned to face him, trying to school my features into something neutral, something that didn’t betray the war going on inside me. "It’s not that simple, Dani. I have a fiancée. I’m the son of the President of the United States. Every move I make is watched, analyzed, picked apart. I can’t just—"
"—be yourself?" he interrupted, raising an eyebrow. His eyes softened, but there was still a playful glint in them, like he was challenging me to deny the truth. "That’s what you’re really saying, isn’t it? That you can’t be yourself?"
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to respond. He wasn’t wrong. I’d spent my entire life performing for an audience, a polished version of myself crafted to meet everyone else’s expectations.
I was Alex Morgan, the golden boy of American politics, destined for greatness. There was no room for mistakes, no room for anything that might tarnish the image my father had carefully constructed.
"Just one night," Daniel said softly, stepping even closer. His voice dropped to a whisper, like it was a secret only for the two of us. "One night where no one knows who you are. No cameras, no advisors, no one breathing down your neck. Just you, me, and a couple of drinks. What’s the harm in that?"
It sounded so simple, so tempting. But the weight of my responsibilities, the fear of being found out, clung to me like a second skin. I could feel the walls closing in, the pressure mounting from every direction, and for a moment, the thought of escaping it all—even just for a few hours—was intoxicating.
"I don’t know," I hedged, my voice betraying the doubt I was trying to suppress. "What if someone recognizes me? What if it gets back to Charlotte? Or worse, to my father?"
Daniel’s grin widened as if he could sense my resolve cracking. "That’s the beauty of it. No one’s going to recognize you. You’ll just be another guy in a bar, having a good time. And trust me, Alex, you need to let loose. If you keep holding all that tension inside, you’re going to explode."
His words hung in the air, heavy with a truth I wasn’t ready to admit to myself. I hadn’t let myself breathe in so long.
The idea of slipping away from my reality, even for a night, was beginning to feel like something I couldn’t resist.
"Fine," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the anxiety crawling up my spine. "But just for a few hours. And if this blows up in my face, I’m holding you responsible."
Daniel’s eyes lit up in victory, and he slapped me on the back with a laugh. "You won’t regret it. I promise."
I wasn’t so sure about that.
"Now come on, let me show you how to blend in without raising suspicions."
With reluctance, I finally agreed under his relentless insistence. We both headed to my suitcases of clothes to change. As Daniel rummaged through my closet, he held up a worn leather jacket, its texture familiar against my fingertips. "This looks good. Did you get this from your sister?"
I nodded. "Elena thought it would make me look more approachable. Not that it ever worked."
"Approachable? Please. You look like a paysan in that. But it’ll have to do!" He tossed me a pair of dark jeans to match and smirked. "Trust me; you’ll fit right in."
I felt ridiculous changing out of my button-down and slacks, but Daniel assured me I no longer looked like a politician's son.
After we dressed, Daniel insisted on taking an Uber to the bar. Keeping our heads down, we slipped out of the hotel, the cool air hitting my skin like a refreshing splash of cold water.
When we arrived at the bar, I was taken aback by the lively atmosphere—music pulsing as people laughed and danced without a care for who may be watching. The walls were adorned with colorful artwork, and the bar itself was filled with a rainbow of lights.
"This place is amazing!" I exclaimed, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with apprehension.
Daniel guided us to a small table near the back, where we quickly ordered drinks. The moment our beers arrived, I noticed men approaching Daniel, flirting shamelessly.
"Hey there, Prince Charming!" one of them said, leaning over our table with a cheeky grin.
I rolled my eyes but felt a strange tightening in my stomach. Daniel was charming back, laughing and engaging them, while I sat there feeling utterly out of place.
Another man turned to me, his interest evident. "What about you? Got a name, or do I have to come up with one?"
"Uh, no thanks," I replied stiffly, glancing away. "I’m not really here to—"
"Come on, Alex, loosen up!" Daniel interjected, his eyes twinkling. "He’s just being friendly."
"Friendly? This feels more like a meat market," I shot back, my nerves fraying.
But Daniel only laughed, drawing more attention from the men around him. As they continued to flirt, I felt myself shrinking under the scrutiny. My heart raced, and I couldn't shake the tension building inside me.
Feeling overwhelmed, I finally stood up. "I need some fresh air," I said, making my way toward the exit.
The night air hit me like a balm, soothing my flushed cheeks. I took a moment to collect my thoughts, but the weight of the situation was still heavy on my shoulders. I turned a corner, lost in thought, when I suddenly collided with a solid form.
A drink spilled down my front as the glass shattered between us.
"Watch where you're going!" an angry voice snapped.
I looked up, meeting the bluest eyes I had ever seen, set in a face that stole my breath. The man was breathtaking—tall, with
tousled dark hair that framed his chiseled features, and a strong jawline that accentuated his handsome face.
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
Chapter 3: A New Dilemma AlexAs 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
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
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
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
27Alex I woke up once again to find yet another damning headline in the newspaper. This time, it wasn’t just speculation or vague insinuations. No, this one was personal: *“Alex Morgan’s Erratic Behavior Casts Shadow Over Summit.”* My jaw tightened as I scanned the article, the blood draining from my face. They had cited “anonymous sources” about my “volatile moods” and my “lack of decorum.” I slammed the paper down on the table, my fingers curling into fists. Was it Charlotte again? Damn it! It *had* to be. Before I could spiral further into my thoughts, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I snatched it up, already bracing myself for whatever was coming. “Alex.” My father’s voice was sharp, cutting. No pleasantries. “Have you seen the papers?” “Yes, sir,” I said, forcing my voice to stay level, though my pulse was hammering in my ears. “This is the second time, Alex!” he barked. “The second time in one week that you’ve embarrassed this family and jeopardized my position. Do
26AlexAs Liam walked away, and his friend followed him, I felt a strange emptiness settle in my chest, but I couldn’t allow myself to dwell on it. The last thing I needed was to think about him. He had to be playing me—just like he did to fuck me. His jealousy was something I’d been dealing with for days, and I was tired of it. Hell, I was tired of HIM.I clenched my fists as I stared at the door where he had disappeared, my jaw tight. What the hell was his problem?He knew Charlotte was stressed—knew she had been going through a lot lately. But no, he had to make everything about him. He had to turn this into something ugly, something PERSONAL.The anger boiled in me. I had tried—I had really tried—to be a friend, a good friend to him despite us being enemies at first. To be patient. But now, everything he said felt like a lie, like some pathetic attempt to twist my feelings. And the worst part? He had the audacity to tell me that I was blind. Me! Like I was the one who couldn
25LiamThe moment the door creaked open, I immediately noticed Charlotte standing there, her eyes wide with panic as she took in the scene before her. She froze, her gaze flicking between Alex, Sophia, and me. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers trembled as she clasped her hands together. There was something off about her, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.Alex, ever the composed one despite his exhaustion, was the first to speak. “Charlotte? What are you doing here?”Her voice faltered as she tried to come up with an explanation. “I... I was just checking the breakroom,” she said quickly, though I could hear the cracks in her voice. “I—just needed to make sure everything was... okay.”Her excuse was weak, too rehearsed, and her face betrayed her, the flicker of guilt barely hidden behind her feigned innocence. I watched as Alex took a step forward, his expression softening despite his confusion. “Is everything all right?” he asked, his voice sur
24AlexI was in my hotel room, slumped in the chair, scrolling through a report on my laptop when my phone buzzed. An unknown number lit up the screen. My finger hovered over the decline button. Who could this be? As the president’s son, my number wasn’t exactly public knowledge. If they’d gotten it, they had to know me—or at least think they did. The call stopped, only to start again a moment later. Persistent, whoever they were. With a sigh, I answered. “Hello?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Alex?” A smooth female voice replied. “This is Sophia. I’m Prince Liam’s best friend. We’re both here, and we need to meet with you immediately.” Sophia. Liam. I frowned, standing from my chair. Why now, and what could they possibly want? My schedule was already packed with summit meetings, security briefings, and enough pressure to crush anyone who wasn’t used to it. “This isn’t exactly a good time,” I said, rubbing my temple. “I understand,” she said, her voice calm b
23LiamThe summit was already strained when the latest alert came through. I was in a side room, reviewing talking points for an upcoming session when an aide rushed in, pale-faced and whispering frantically to Sophia. Her expression darkened immediately, and she nodded before dismissing the aide with a clipped, “Handle it.”“What’s happened now?” I asked, setting my notes aside. Sophia turned to me, her lips pressed into a thin line. “There’s been a security breach. A suspicious package was found near the main venue. They’re investigating now.”My stomach churned at the thought. “A bomb?”“Possibly,” she admitted. “President Morgan’s team isn’t taking any chances. Protocols are tightening across the board. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.”I nodded, already feeling the tension ramping up. When things like this happened, everyone became a suspect, and alliances frayed. It was the perfect storm for whoever was behind the threats. Later That EveningThe ballroom buzzed
22LiamThe ballroom glittered with opulence, chandeliers dripping with crystal casting soft light over the finely dressed diplomats and royalty. The air was thick with the hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the carefully measured laughter of people who knew too well the art of pretending. I stood near the edge of the room, nursing a half-empty glass of champagne, my gaze scanning the crowd for Alex. He hadn’t arrived yet—or maybe he had and was deliberately avoiding me. Both scenarios felt equally plausible.My thoughts were interrupted by the sharp clip of heels behind me. I turned to see Charlotte approaching, her emerald-green gown flowing like liquid silk around her. Her expression was serene, but her eyes were as sharp as daggers. “Prince Liam,” she greeted, her voice smooth but with an undercurrent of something darker. “Enjoying the party?”“Charlotte,” I replied evenly, inclining my head. “It’s a lovely evening.”Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Lovely indeed.