In the past, Liam would sulk over something as trivial as how I addressed him. I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I borrowed it from a friend to use as a pattern. Who knew my mom would mistake it for something I made and send it off?" But as I said it, a chill settled over me. I knew exactly what my mom was thinking. She had no idea about the agreement between my father and me. She just believed that if I reconciled with Nathaniel, my father would be happy. She was willing to sacrifice her own daughter’s happiness just to please a man who never loved her. Liam seemed to piece it all together as well. His grip on my hand tightened unconsciously, his voice low with guilt and pain. "I'm sorry." I shot him a glare. "We’ll deal with this later." With my goal accomplished, there was no need to stick around and watch the rest of this farce. I took Liam’s hand and turned to leave, but just as I pushed the door open, Nathaniel's voice stopped me. "You have terrible taste i
In the end, his kiss remained controlled and restrained. Life went on after Liam left for his trip abroad. I was busy dealing with the illegitimate son my father had forced into the company, while Liam was, according to him, "earning his dowry." We talked every day. Liam had a keen eye, spotting the weaknesses in my proposals with ease before walking me through, step by step, how to navigate a boardroom full of seasoned sharks.I was learning fast. Yet, he never mentioned when he would be back. Maybe he really was just busy. I told myself that, convincing myself it was fine. I even thought about flying over to surprise him when I had the time. But before I could, Nathaniel beat me to it, escaping from the hospital first. His leg hadn’t even healed yet. He looked like a mess. "I wasn’t lying, Naomi," he said quietly, staring at me. "Liam really is sick." …Nathaniel showed me a video. A vacant room, stripped of everything. Liam stood silently by the windo
Nathaniel’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His bloodshot eyes burned with emotion, but it took him a long moment before he finally muttered, barely above a whisper, "I’m not." "Right. Keep telling yourself that." I had no patience to comfort a lost little boy. Instead, I asked abruptly, "You know where Liam is." It wasn’t a question. Nathaniel’s entire body tensed. I let out a slow smirk, my tone dripping with mockery. "Did you really think you escaped the hospital all on your own? That you just happened to find me so easily? “That you’re standing here, completely unharmed, conveniently playing me videos of Liam in a treatment center and spilling his past like it was all your idea?"For a brief moment, something inside me almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But not quite. "W-what do you mean?" Nathaniel’s breathing turned ragged. Pain drained the color from his face as he hunched forward, his elbows digging into his knees just to keep himself from collaps
Nathaniel Reid was absent from my birthday banquet. While everyone speculated about the grand surprise the heir of the Reid family was preparing for me, all I received was a phone call. His tone was casual, and he said, "You know, Joanna isn't in a good mood today. She’s craving the pancakes from her childhood, so I'm helping her find that place. "Miss Lane, aren't you the one who loves playing the role of the gentle and understanding fiancée? I assume you can spare a little kindness and patience for this, right?" Perhaps he hadn’t expected me to have him on speaker. There was no pretense in his words, just pure mockery. Before I could say anything, the call was already disconnected. It wasn't an explanation—just a notice. Nathaniel had always been like this with me. Because of that, he also missed his father’s furious roar. "That brat has gone too far!" His mother tried to console me. "Naomi, don’t be upset. I’ll drag him over to apologize to you tomorrow. “As f
A tiny ember flickered at his fingertips, flaring and dimming in turns. After a long pause, he stubbed out his cigarette and let out a short, mocking laugh. "Isn’t this exactly what she loves doing? "Miss Lane has worked so hard to craft that gentle and considerate image, all to secure her place in the Reid family. You’d better stay out of it. If you ruin her plans, she might not be so grateful. Who knows? She might even come after you for it." His words dripped with ridicule and malice. I stood frozen. It felt like an invisible hand had clenched around my heart, the pain so sharp it nearly stole my breath. I even forgot about the shards of glass embedded in my palm—the injury I had gotten trying to stop Nathaniel earlier. But he never noticed. The only reaction he had was a brief, instinctive step in my direction when I fell before he stopped himself, frowning in irritation. "Mind your own business." I ignored the pain, telling myself I needed to handle things he
There wasn’t even a chance for a carefully planned "coincidental" encounter.A dull ache formed at my temples when I thought about relying solely on that dream.But before I could come up with a proper solution, trouble found Nathaniel once again.…It was the second time I had ever seen Nathaniel lose control like that.I was kidnapped once.Nathaniel was the one who found me in an abandoned factory, leading the police straight to my location."Naomi…"His eyes were red as he took in the bruises on my face. His hand lifted slightly but hesitated, as if afraid that even the slightest touch would hurt me.Then, unable to suppress his fury any longer, he snapped.Teeth clenched, fists tight, he threw punch after punch at the kidnappers, his rage so brutal that no one dared to step in and stop him until, through the pain, I called out to him."Nathaniel, it hurts.""Nathaniel, stop!"It was a similar scene with the same voice pleading with him.But this time, I wasn’t the one who managed
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath."Nathaniel, you—"A sudden ringtone cut me off.It also interrupted Nathaniel’s childish attempt to punish me.Noticing the redness in my eyes from the pain, he seemed to regain some sense of reason.His grip loosened slightly but he still didn’t let go.Unable to break free, I kept my face cold and answered the call right in front of him."Miss Lane, hello."Before I could speak, the other person greeted me first.The voice was deep and smooth, carrying a magnetic quality like an electric current humming through the receiver."I’m… Liam Reid."...Most of what I knew about Liam came from my father’s generation and the financial news.He was the young and accomplished head of the Reid family and a true golden child of fate.It seemed that no amount of praise could ever feel excessive when attached to his name.But Nathaniel had never liked his uncle.With a cold scoff, he once said, "Do you know how the family describes him?""How?""A businessm
“Well, look who finally has time to join us.” Liam shifted his gaze away, responding with a calm “Mm” before reaching for a cue stick. “Care for a game?” “Wouldn’t miss it.” As he passed by, Liam gave me a slight nod, nothing more than a polite acknowledgment. I let out a quiet breath, guessing he probably hadn’t heard anything earlier. Not long after that, he left for an overseas expansion project, and I pushed the whole encounter to the back of my mind. But now, hearing his slightly raspy voice over the phone brought it all back. A flicker of unease crept in. Still, this was an opportunity I couldn’t afford to waste. Ignoring the fact that Nathaniel was still standing right beside me, I spoke up. “Mr. Reid.” A sudden blast of music drowned out my words. At the same time, something seemed to have gone wrong on Joanna’s end. Her anxious gaze kept darting toward Nathaniel, silently pleading for his attention. He hesitated for a moment. Then, with a cold “
Nathaniel’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His bloodshot eyes burned with emotion, but it took him a long moment before he finally muttered, barely above a whisper, "I’m not." "Right. Keep telling yourself that." I had no patience to comfort a lost little boy. Instead, I asked abruptly, "You know where Liam is." It wasn’t a question. Nathaniel’s entire body tensed. I let out a slow smirk, my tone dripping with mockery. "Did you really think you escaped the hospital all on your own? That you just happened to find me so easily? “That you’re standing here, completely unharmed, conveniently playing me videos of Liam in a treatment center and spilling his past like it was all your idea?"For a brief moment, something inside me almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But not quite. "W-what do you mean?" Nathaniel’s breathing turned ragged. Pain drained the color from his face as he hunched forward, his elbows digging into his knees just to keep himself from collaps
In the end, his kiss remained controlled and restrained. Life went on after Liam left for his trip abroad. I was busy dealing with the illegitimate son my father had forced into the company, while Liam was, according to him, "earning his dowry." We talked every day. Liam had a keen eye, spotting the weaknesses in my proposals with ease before walking me through, step by step, how to navigate a boardroom full of seasoned sharks.I was learning fast. Yet, he never mentioned when he would be back. Maybe he really was just busy. I told myself that, convincing myself it was fine. I even thought about flying over to surprise him when I had the time. But before I could, Nathaniel beat me to it, escaping from the hospital first. His leg hadn’t even healed yet. He looked like a mess. "I wasn’t lying, Naomi," he said quietly, staring at me. "Liam really is sick." …Nathaniel showed me a video. A vacant room, stripped of everything. Liam stood silently by the windo
In the past, Liam would sulk over something as trivial as how I addressed him. I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I borrowed it from a friend to use as a pattern. Who knew my mom would mistake it for something I made and send it off?" But as I said it, a chill settled over me. I knew exactly what my mom was thinking. She had no idea about the agreement between my father and me. She just believed that if I reconciled with Nathaniel, my father would be happy. She was willing to sacrifice her own daughter’s happiness just to please a man who never loved her. Liam seemed to piece it all together as well. His grip on my hand tightened unconsciously, his voice low with guilt and pain. "I'm sorry." I shot him a glare. "We’ll deal with this later." With my goal accomplished, there was no need to stick around and watch the rest of this farce. I took Liam’s hand and turned to leave, but just as I pushed the door open, Nathaniel's voice stopped me. "You have terrible taste i
The unease from before finally took form. Naomi walked in and stepped beside Liam, lacing her fingers through his. She wore the familiar gentle smile he had known for over a decade.She tilted her head with a playful smile. "Funny, now that your aunt is here, you're the one trying to leave, little nephew."In an instant, Nathaniel's mind buzzed, as if a heavy hammer had struck down, leaving him bleeding inside. Only then did he realize that the sense of familiarity just now wasn’t an illusion. …Seeing the shock drain the color from Nathaniel’s face, I was calmer than I imagined. I even found it dull. I knew Nathaniel longer and once liked him too. Yet now, looking at him, I felt nothing at all. Perhaps those feelings already vanished long ago, lost amidst the reckless messes I had cleaned up for him, one after another. I had simply been forced to endure it until someone told me, "Naomi, you don’t have to keep putting up with this. There are other paths for you." Thin
"It's nothing."Liam raised a hand and ruffled my hair before saying, "Let's go.""Go where? You're not planning to send me home, are you?"I snapped, my temper flaring.Fixing my gaze on him, I let out a cold laugh."Isn't it your nephew's birthday today? He invited you so generously, even hoping to meet his future aunt while he's at it. “And you're just going to turn him down? Or do you think I’m not good enough to show up as his future aunt at his birthday party?""That’s not what I meant."Liam pressed his lips together, frustration flickering in his voice."Sorry, I—""Liam."I grabbed his tie and yanked him down, forcing him to lower his head. With a steady voice, I said, "Either you make it clear to everyone today that I’m your future wife, or we’re done. For good." Liam stood frozen, letting me do as I pleased.After a long silence, he finally let out a barely audible sigh.A helpless yet faint smile crossed his face."Alright."…Nathaniel couldn't shake off a growing sense
Liam stood there, silently telling me that he would always have my back. "What should I do, Liam?" I grabbed his hand with a smile, pressing my face against it and rubbing it gently.In a soft murmur, I said, "If you keep this up, I’ll only like you even more." At first, I only intended to use him as an excuse to stand against my father and the Reid family. Liam was stunned for a long time. His lashes lowered, hiding the emotions in his eyes. I thought he would say something romantic, like “Then I hope you’ll like me much more.” But instead, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed me fiercely like it was the last time we would ever embrace. He held me so tightly there was no escape.Dazed by the kiss, I failed to notice anything unusual. … My relationship with Liam grew increasingly stable. The next time I saw Nathaniel again was at a club. I was by Liam’s side, learning from him, when I happened to witness Joanna tiptoeing to kiss Nathaniel on her own initiative.
He leaned down and kissed me.This time, it was brief and restrained—nothing like before.A quiet hum escaped his lips. "Happy now?"I pretended to think it over before breaking into a smile. "Saying no would be a lie."A faint trace of amusement surfaced in Liam’s eyes.He reached up, gently squeezing the back of my neck before pulling away.Then, just like that, he returned to his desk, flipping through documents with the same quiet focus.In an instant, the warmth of a lover faded, replaced by the commanding presence of the CEO, Liam Raid, the calculating strategist of the business world.I watched him, a nagging thought taking root in my mind.Between two consenting adults, moments of passion weren’t exactly rare, especially given what I felt that night.And yet, despite all the times Liam and I kissed, held each other, and came dangerously close to going further, he always held himself back.It happened every single time.Even when I was moments away from giving in, trembling with
As soon as I grabbed his hand, it tensed beneath mine."Liam," I said with a teasing smile. "Did you change your style because of me?" He couldn’t avoid my gaze, forced to meet my eyes head-on. After a long pause, he let out a quiet sigh. "I'm eight years older than you," he said. "Mr. Lee mentioned this might make me look younger." I froze, completely caught off guard. I never expected to hear the words “look younger” coming from Liam.He was never the type to care about other people’s opinions. At least, from everything I knew about him, he always did things his own way—unapologetically self-assured and always in control of his every move. And yet now, he was saying something that sounded almost uncertain. The warmth of his palm seeped into mine. A sudden thought struck me. I took a deep breath, then grinned. "Liam, I take it back." He didn’t say anything, only watched me, his expression unreadable like he saw this coming. A beat later, he gave a low hum. "Eve
When his friends noisily suggested calling Naomi over, Nathaniel didn’t stop them.As he waited for a response, he glanced down at his leg, now encased in a heavy cast.For the first time, a flicker of regret crossed his mind.It did look pretty serious.Frowning, he thought, “Naomi’s going to be so worried about me.”She used to panic over something as small as a scratch on his hand, her eyes turning red with anxiety.This time—Forget it.This time, when she showed up, he wouldn’t stay mad at her.A small, unconscious smirk tugged at his lips until the friend who had promised to text Naomi suddenly stiffened, glancing at him with hesitation.Nathaniel’s eye twitched. "What did she say?""Uh… Nate, maybe she’s just been really busy lately…"The guy fumbled for words.Growing impatient, Nathaniel ignored the pain in his leg and snatched the phone straight from his friend’s hands.And there it was—blunt and unfiltered, staring back at him in black and white:"If he’s hurt, he should see