Chapter 6: Plan in motion

Liam's POV

Liam's Penthouse

“What a day it has been, phew,” I sighed, sinking into the leather chair in my penthouse study. I set my phone on the table and bit my lower lip, still thinking about everything that had happened. With a tired swing, I spun the chair around and opened one of the drawers of my desk. There, I found a rare bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas—one of only three ever made.

I grabbed a glass and poured myself some whiskey, admiring the deep amber liquid as it caught the light. I swirled the glass slowly before bringing it close to my nose, closing my eyes to enjoy the rich aroma of vanilla, caramel, and honey.

Taking a sip, I let the warmth spread through me. I tried to focus on the taste, but my mind was racing with thoughts—plans, memories, and the past that never stopped haunting me.

Just as I was starting to relax, my phone vibrated. I picked it up.

“Hello, Aunty,” I answered cheerfully, hiding the tension in my voice.

“How are you, son?” Aunt Emilia’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the concern in it.

“Perfect, Aunty. And I have some excellent news,” I said, pausing for effect. “I just got into the Turner family.”

Her tone brightened. “Oh, my boy, I knew you could do it! But how did you do it so soon?”

I took another sip and smiled. “I married Daisy Turner—the heir to the Richard Turner fortune.”

There was silence for a moment before she spoke. “Liam… you said you wanted revenge, but you never mentioned getting married. That wasn’t in the plan.”

My brows furrowed as I set my glass down with a loud clink. “Aunt Emi, if I don’t get what I want, I won’t be at peace. These people must pay for what they did to me.” My voice was low, almost a growl.

“But the people who hurt you are long gone. Why punish their children? That’s not who I raised you to be,” she said softly.

I cut her off, my voice turning cold. “When my mother died, I carried the pain alone. There is no way in hell their children will be spared.” I paused, then added, “I have things to handle. We’ll talk later.” Without waiting for a reply, I ended the call.

I poured another drink, letting the burn of the whiskey fuel my anger. Richard Turner might be dead, but his empire still stands. And I will take it all.

Just then, a loud knock came at my door. “Come in!” I yelled. I knew only one person knocked like that—my best friend and personal assistant, Jason.

I stood up, walking to the glass doors that led to the balcony, one hand casually in my pocket.

“I’m listening,” I said without looking at him.

Jason stepped in, his expression confident as always. “Some board members of Turner Empire have agreed to sell their shares. Most are still reluctant, though.”

I clenched my fist and let out a bitter laugh. “Cocky bastards. Maybe they just need more encouragement. Make them an offer they can’t refuse.”

The plan was coming together. I took another sip of whiskey, my mind drifting to the past—the pain, the betrayals. I vowed that I would make those responsible pay, even if they weren’t alive anymore.

I looked out over the city, the lights twinkling like shooting stars. “I will get my revenge,” I whispered. “I will take back Turner Empire, and they will all regret ever crossing my family.”

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The Next Morning

Daisy’s House

I had to get back to Daisy’s house before I got caught. But thanks to the whiskey, I was still in bed at 8 AM. That wasn’t good. I hurried into the shower and threw on black pants and a long-sleeved top. When I was done, I glanced at my phone before heading downstairs.

Daisy had left a note at my door: I left early. Breakfast is downstairs for you.

A sly smile crossed my lips. What I wouldn’t give to make this woman fall madly in love with me… then crush her like a piece of bread. Just the thought of it made me chuckle.

After a quick breakfast, I headed to my car. Jason had purchased a used 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue GLS for me. Yeah, I know they don’t make them anymore, but if I had to act the part, I had to look the part.

I got into the rusty old car. It refused to start at first, but after a few tries, it roared to life, coughing out thick smoke from its exhaust.

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Turner Empire – Parking Lot

As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, all eyes were on my car. I ignored the stares and walked straight to the elevator, then up to Daisy’s new office.

“Excuse me, sir, I need to inform her first before you can—” Daisy’s secretary, Hazel, tried stopping me, but I had already opened the door.

“It’s fine, Hazel. You can leave,” Daisy said, raising a hand to dismiss her.

I watched as Hazel closed the door, then turned to Daisy. “Being president isn’t easy, huh?” I smirked, pacing around her office.

She raised an eyebrow, her focus still on the paperwork before her.

“You seem busy. Am I interrupting?” I teased, tapping my fingers on her desk.

She took a deep breath, closed the files, and looked up. “Don’t you have work to do? Has no one shown you around yet?”

I leaned closer, smirking. “I’ve been here waiting, but no one seems to care about me in this company,” I said, pretending to be hurt.

She sighed. “I’ll call someone to give you a tour.” She picked up the phone and dialed Hazel, but there was no answer.

“Where the hell is Hazel?” she muttered.

I saw my chance. “Well… can’t you show me around?” I asked impulsively.

She looked up at me and smiled. “I’m busy, but my assistant will do it. She’s a nice girl.”

After a few more calls, she finally reached someone. “She’s waiting for you outside,” Daisy said, walking me to the door.

As I reached for the handle, she suddenly held my hand. Her fingers were soft against mine.

“One more thing… I have somewhere I want us to go after work. Try to close early,” she whispered with a smirk.

“Anything for you,” I smiled. Then, as I opened the door, I found Hazel in a strange position—like she had been eavesdropping on our conversation the entire time.

I decided to give her a little show. Leaning down, I kissed Daisy’s forehead. “Laters, baby.”

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Turner Empire – Hallway

I walked beside Hazel, but I watched her closely. For all we know, she could be working with Anna or Trey or someone else. I couldn’t rule out any possibility.

She showed me around, introducing me to department heads. Finally, we stopped in front of my office.

“And here we are, sir. This is your office,” Hazel said, handing me a keycard. The words Head of Marketing were printed boldly on the door.

Just as I was about to enter, a voice shouted from the other side.

“So this is the asshole who stole my girl!”

Trey Baker barged in, his face red with anger.

I ignored him, acting like he didn’t exist. But that only made him angrier. He grabbed my shirt, forcing me to face him.

“When I talk to you, you look at me!” he shouted. “Daisy only used you to get revenge on me. You think you’re important? Remember, you still work under me.”

I looked around. A crowd had started to form. I pushed his hand off me.

“Daisy is my wife. And if you think we got married because of you, then you’re mistaken,” I mocked. “You were never a real man. Just a cheating asshole who didn’t deserve her love.”

Before I could react, his fist landed on my jaw.

There was no way I was letting that slide. I pulled back my fist, ready to return the punch—

“Liam, stop!”

Daisy’s voice rang from behind me.