Liam and Frank drove toward the police station, the car’s atmosphere tense with unspoken thoughts. Frank glanced at Liam, who had been gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual.“You sure you don’t want me to handle this alone?” Frank asked lightly, trying to ease the tension. “You’ve been looking ready to punch something all day.”“This isn’t something I can let you do alone by yourself, Frank. It concerns Isabelle and I want to make sure that bastard pays for looking at her.” Liam replied, his voice firm.As they approached the station, Liam’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw Isabelle’s name.“Isabelle,” he answered, his tone softening.“Liam, where are you? I looked in your office and Frank isn't here either. Did you go home?” she asked, her voice tinged with urgency.“Actually, I've been trying to look for that pervert. I've gotten a picture from PR Horizon's CCTV. Turns out he pretended like he was a reporter and wanted to interview you, so the receptionist at
Liam stood outside the house with Frank. “Here we are, Boss” Frank said, locking the car door. Liam clenched the paper the address was written on with his hands. The house was a small, dilapidated building that stood silent, its windows dark, just like the intentions of it's owner.Frank paused and looked at Liam. “What are you planning to do if he's in there?” “Pat his head and tell him he's doing good.” Liam said, sarcastically. “What, Really?”“No, you idiot. How did I even hire you. When I go in and see him. I'll think of what to do then. But one thing is sure, he'll get a whole lot of beating.” “Wait, Boss. What if he isn't home? Wouldn't that be breaking and entering?” Frank twitched. Liam gritted his teeth. “You sure have lots of questions. You think that bastard will report someone for breaking and entering? He probably has dirty and illegal things in there.” Frank glanced at Liam. “You sure about this? Breaking and entering isn’t exactly legal.”Liam’s jaw tightened.
Liam sat at his desk, reviewing the latest reports on the Elysium Heights project, when Frank knocked lightly and stepped in. Behind him was Ethan, whose determined expression made it clear he wasn’t there for casual conversation.“Ethan,” Liam said, glancing up with mild surprise. “What brings you here?”Ethan didn’t waste time. “I wanted to talk about Isabelle.”Liam stiffened slightly, his gaze sharpening. “What about her?”“I know about the man who’s been stalking her,” Ethan said, his voice firm. “Allison let it slip, and Isabelle told me the rest. Look, I’ve seen him before—the night I helped her during the car accident. If he’s still out there, I need to know everything so I can help protect her.”Liam’s jaw tightened. “I appreciate your concern, Ethan, but I’ll handle it.”Ethan frowned. “With all due respect, Mr. Anderson, I’m closer to Isabelle. I see her every day. If anyone’s going to protect her, it should me. You're just her employer.”“And you're just her colleague.” Li
Ethan called out, “Mr Anderson?” his voice laced with surprise.Isabelle turned to look behind her and was equally shocked to see Liam approaching their table. For a moment, his face betrayed a flicker of something—jealousy, perhaps—but he quickly masked it, his expression turning neutral.“What a surprise, seeing you two here,” Liam said casually, his tone deliberately light, but he was bad at acting all neutral and surprised. “I was planning to eat here before heading home. I take meals here often so it's just a coincidence.”Ethan offered a polite smile. “It’s a nice place. We also wanted to grab dinner together for once—”“Great, then I’ll join you,” Liam interrupted smoothly, pulling out a chair before Ethan could refuse. He sat beside Ethan and signaled to a waiter. “I’ll have whatever they’re having.”Ethan raised an eyebrow, clearly finding Liam’s presence unexpected, but Isabelle bit back a smile. She could tell Liam’s casual demeanor was just an act, and inwardly, she found
Isabelle returned to the table, her face visibly pale, and her steps unsteady, her facial expression had changed completely from bright to gloomy. Liam and Ethan exchanged concerned glances as she sat down, avoiding their eyes.“Is there something wrong, huh?” Liam asked, his voice firm but controlled.“It's nothing, there's nothing wrong.” Isabelle replied quickly, forcing a weak smile. “I just got a call from a friend.”“A friend?” Liam’s eyebrows knitted together. “What did the friend say to make your expression change so much. Did something bad happen?”Ethan leaned in, his expression sharp with suspicion. “Isabelle, come on. We've been over this. You won't be able to solve a problem if you keep it to yourself. Now, tell us. Was it him? That man, Peter Crane?”Isabelle froze, the truth slipping from her lips before she could stop herself. “Yes… it was him.”Ethan’s fist clenched, and Liam leaned forward, his expression darkening. “That bastard dared to call you? So, what did he sa
Liam gently knocked on Isabelle’s door early in the morning. When she didn’t respond, he stepped inside to find her still asleep on the bed, the first rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains.“Isa,” he said softly, shaking her shoulder gently.She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to see Liam standing over her. “Liam? What time is it?Are you leaving already?”“It's still early,” he said with a small smile. “I have to leave for the meeting abroad, and Frank’s already waiting with the car outside the house. I wanted to say goodbye before I left.”Isabelle sat up, brushing her hair back from her face. “You didn’t have to wake me. I’d have been fine.”“I know,” Liam said, holding out a small object. “But I couldn’t leave without giving you this.”Isabelle blinked, taking the pen knife from his hand. “A pen knife?”“Consider it insurance. Use it to protect yourself if anything happens.” Liam said, his tone serious. “I don’t trust that man to stay quiet while I’m gone. And if someth
Ethan got into his car, glancing one last time in the rearview mirror at Isabelle and Liam. They were walking toward Liam’s car, their silhouettes illuminated by the restaurant’s lights. Ethan frowned as he started the engine, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly.“Why does it feel like they’ve known each other forever,” he muttered under his breath. “They even have this… chemistry. How did they even became close to the extent that they know each other's homes?”He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the road. “No. Isabelle and I look better together. We have better chemistry. Liam’s just her boss, that’s all, and it's temporary, we'll be out of Anderson Corp very soon.”Still, the thought lingered in his mind, gnawing at him as he drove down the quiet streets.Halfway to his home, the sharp sound of metal scraping against metal jolted Ethan from his thoughts. His car lurched forward slightly from the impact of the vehicle behind him. “Argh..my neck. Damn it,”
Isabelle hung up the call and stared at her phone blankly for a while before thinking about what to do. “Take me to this address,” Isabelle instructed the taxi driver, her voice barely above a whisper as she handed him her phone.The driver glanced at the screen and frowned. “This area’s pretty quiet, it was about to be redeveloped but redevelopment was stopped because a murder case happened there. Miss, are you sure this is where you need to go?”“Yes, just take me there.” Isabelle said firmly, clutching her bag as if it were a lifeline.The ride was silent, except for the hum of the engine and Isabelle’s restless breathing. Her thoughts raced, replaying Peter’s sinister words over and over.When they arrived, the driver hesitated before unlocking the doors. “This place doesn’t look safe. Do you want me to wait? Or… should I call the police?”“No, please don't bother.” Isabelle replied quickly. “It's nothing much. I’m just visiting a friend. I’ll be fine.”The driver gave her a skep
The soft golden sunlight shone brightly into Isabelle’s room, warming her cheeks and coaxing her awake. She blinked slowly, the events of the previous night rushing back to her as she turned her head, she blushed hard as she watched the shirtless Liam sleeping peacefully by her side, his features softened in slumber.Careful not to wake him, she attempted to slip out of bed quietly, pulling the blanket aside. But as her feet hit the floor, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into the warmth of the bed.“Where do you think you’re going? It's still very early” Liam’s voice was thick with sleep, but the teasing tone was unmistakable.“Liam,” she whispered, laughing softly. “You’re going to be late for work.”“So will you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her shoulder. “And I don’t mind, I'm the CEO, nobody would give me a query for coming late.”Her cheeks heated as she tried to wiggle free, but he held her tighter, burying his face in her hair and neck. “Stay
The sound of the doorbell jingled softly as Liam and Isabelle walked back into the restaurant together. Mrs. Aldric, who was wiping down the counters, looked up and smiled knowingly.“Well?” she asked, her gaze bouncing between them.Liam stepped forward, his voice steady. “Mrs. Aldric, thank you for everything you’ve done for Isabelle. But I’d like to take her back home now.”Mrs. Aldric arched an eyebrow. “And does Isabelle agree with this?”Isabelle hesitated, glancing at Liam. “I…” She looked at Mrs. Aldric, then nodded. “Yes, I’ll go with him.”Mrs. Aldric wiped her hands on a towel, walking over to Isabelle. She cupped her face with a motherly tenderness. “Remember, stand up for yourself, Isabelle. Don’t let anyone—not your family, not your past—control your life. And don’t let him get away with anything either.”Isabelle laughed softly, her lips curving into a small smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”Mrs. Aldric gave Liam a pointed look. “You’d better take care of her.”“I will,
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows as Isabelle stood by the door, watching Mrs. Aldric prepare to leave.“Stay back and rest today, Isabelle,” Mrs. Aldric urged, her tone firm. “You’ve been through so much, you just got here yesterday also, you must be tired. The restaurant can manage without you. I have an helper that'll clock in once it's afternoon.”Isabelle shook her head with a faint smile. “I appreciate the concern, Mrs. Aldric, but staying idle won’t help me. Let me come with you. It'll just like old times, plus I need to see how your restuarant looks like now and see some familiar faces that I've not seen in a long time too.”Mrs. Aldric sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with her and stop her. “Alright, but take it easy. Your body is still healing up from your last accident.”---The restaurant was bustling as usual, with the scent of freshly cooked soup and other delicious food filling the air. Isabelle tied an apron around her waist and moved seamless
The tension in the hospital waiting room was thick as Sarah’s sharp voice cut through the silence. She stood abruptly, her eyes blazing as she stormed toward Isabelle. Hearing the doctor's diagnosis about her husband shocked her to the bone.“This is your fault!” Sarah shouted, pointing a trembling finger at her stepdaughter. “If you hadn’t brought all this stress into his life, none of this would’ve happened! If he didn't give his blood to you, he wouldn't be so stressed. If you didn't lie about your marriage and how you were selling yourself out to a man, he wouldn't be so shocked to the extent of getting a stroke.”“Sarah, please, let's just focus on—” Isabelle started, but before she could finish, Sarah slapped her.“Don’t you dare speak!” Sarah spat, her voice trembling with fury. “Fix him! Bring him back to normal!” She raised her hand again, but Liam appeared in an instant, stepping between them and she hit him instead.“That’s enough,” Liam said firmly, his eyes cold as he sta
Isabelle paced her room, clutching the folder Estella had found. Her thoughts raced, fear gripping at every part of her body. She knew the kind of person Estella's mother was, and Estella would have surely informed her mother about the marriage contract. “What if she tells the world?” she muttered, her voice trembling.Liam sat on the couch in her room and watched her pace the room impatiently. “Isabelle,” he said firmly, standing up and placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’ll handle this. You stay here and let me take care of it.”Her brows furrowed as she looked at him. “Liam, this is serious. If this gets out, your reputation will be in danger. You know well about what we face because of what happened at our wedding ceremony, if that repeats itself especially at a crucial time when Anderson Corp has a big project going on, it won't be good at all.”“It won’t get out,” Liam interrupted, his voice calm but determined. “I promise you, Estella won’t get the chance to talk. J
The morning sun shone brightly on the driveway as Isabelle and Mary Jane helped Mrs. Aldric with her bags. A taxi was already waiting to take her back to her restaurant. Mrs. Aldric turned to Isabelle, her expression filled with a mixture of pride and concern.“Isabelle,” Mrs. Aldric began, her tone firm but kind, “I’ve watched you grow stronger through everything you’ve been through. But you have to stand up for yourself. Don’t let your father or stepmother or even anyone else control your life just because of what he did. You owe them nothing. You're his daughter and he should do that much for you and even take pride in it. ”Isabelle nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Thank you, Mrs. Aldric. I’ll try.”“You won’t just try,” Mrs. Aldric said with a smile, patting Isabelle’s cheek. “You’ll succeed. You promised to come by sometime but I've not seen you at all, that isn't fair.”“I'm sorry, Mrs Aldric. Honestly, I've been busy with work too. But I'll visit you very soon. I pr
The house was warm and lively as Frank parked the car and helped Isabelle out. She felt a mix of emotions—relief to be back home and unease at what awaited her. Her body was still weak, but the week of recovery had helped her regain some strength.Inside the house, Mary Jane and Mrs. Aldric stood waiting in the living room. As soon as Isabelle stepped in, they rushed toward her, pulling her into a tight embrace.“Isabelle!” Mary Jane exclaimed, tears brimming in her eyes. “I was so worried. Thank God you’re okay.”“We’ve been praying for you, dear,” Mrs. Aldric added, her voice trembling. “You’ve been through so much.”Isabelle hugged them both, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Both of you are here. I missed you so much, you didn't have to come, Mrs Aldric.” she said, her voice breaking.“Huh? You were hospitalized. How could I not come?” Mrs Aldric said, patting her back lovingly.Mary Jane pulled back and smiled warmly. “Come in, sit down. You need to rest.”Isabelle looked around
Liam’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the narrow streets leading to Isabelle’s childhood home. He knew Isabelle's childhood home, he knew that streets too well, the place he ran away from leaving someone he loves, the memories made there never left him and he would never forget, and now, as the weathered sign bearing "Rivers Residence" came into view, he felt a wave of unease wash over him. The house was nothing like what he remembered from years ago when he lived in the area and frequented the house. The paint was chipped, and the front yard was overrun with weeds. The place looked so neglected. Liam parked in front, taking a deep breath before stepping out.“This is for her,” he muttered under his breath.He walked up to the door and knocked firmly. For a moment, there was no response, but then he heard shuffling footsteps. The door creaked open, revealing an older man with graying hair and tired eyes—Isabelle’s father, Mr. Rivers.“Who are you?” Mr. R
Liam sat slumped in a hard plastic chair, his hands clasped tightly as he stared at the surgery room doors. Every time a nurse walked in or out, his head jerked up, his heart clinging to the faint hope of good news. But the silence was deafening, and the weight of the uncertainty crushed him.He heard the sound of wheels squeaking against the tiled floor and looked up. Ethan was being pushed in a wheelchair by a nurse, his face pale but determined.“Liam,” Ethan said as the nurse stopped beside him. “What’s happening? How’s Isabelle?”Liam sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “She’s still in there. They haven’t said anything yet.”“That bastard eventually hurt her. How did it even happen?” Ethan said, clenching his fists in anger.“He knew he was already screwed up and would eventually be caught by the police. He wanted to kill her anyway, according to him, he didn't want anyone to have her. That bastard.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “What about Peter? Did they get him? Don