Aliya’s POVThis must be some type of sick joke, right?First, I get a message from him on my phone, and now I’m receiving letters telling me what to do and what not to?Who the hell is Mr. L?Could it be Philip?The thought made my stomach twist. That bastard had always been conniving, always finding ways to get under my skin. But this… this was different. There was something eerily personal about the way Mr. L spoke, like he knew me—really knew me.I tried to shake it off, but the unease clung to me like a second skin. This wasn’t an admirer, and this wasn’t some harmless prank. This was a stalker. And the most terrifying part was that he knew about my meeting with Dad today. How did he do it?I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Brooke’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.“Aliya,” she called, pushing open my office door. “It’s 4 P.M. Your meeting with your dad and the lawyer is set to take place at the mansion.”I nodded, barely registering her words.Dragging a hand through
Liam’s POV“Boss, the letter was sent to her already,” Posh’s voice came through my phone speaker, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face after hearing his words.“Great job, Posh. I could tell she’s found out what her dad was hiding from her reaction earlier,” I remarked, sensing he was pleased with my praise.I ended the call and tossed my phone away as I continued stirring the pot of soup I had been cooking. I may be a blockhead sometimes and a very bossy person, but one thing I was extremely good at was making great meals.My mom had made sure to instill that gift in me before taking her own life, and every time I cooked, memories of her came flashing back.When Aliya got in earlier, I knew immediately she had received my gift. This game I was about to play with her was going to be a long one, and by the time I was done, she’d question her entire existence.As I stirred the pot, the doorbell rang. Aliya barely had any friends, so who could this be? I searched
Aliya’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. I looked good—flawless, rich, powerful, and untouchable. But why did it feel like none of that mattered?My eyes trailed to the faint dark circles under my eyes, a reminder of the sleepless night I had. I wasn’t an idiot—I knew what was happening to me, and it was something I’d dreaded since the first day I saw him in that restroom.I was starting to fall for Nick, and I hated myself for it.I hated how my heart raced whenever he smirked at me like he knew something I didn’t. I hated how I replayed every single one of our interactions in my head, trying to convince myself that his little games didn’t affect me. And worst of all, I hated how I caught myself wondering if he actually liked Nala.God, was I this pathetic?My father despised me. My best friend and boyfriend decided to tear my heart out by having an affair. And now, I was pining over my fake husband, who probably had his
Aliya’s POV I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended me. Brooke? My Brooke? What was she doing at that house? And why the hell was Nick there too? My brain did a full Olympic-level backflip trying to make sense of it. Was he sleeping with her? Oh my God. Was he sleeping with her and trying to get with my step sister at the same time? Nick’s unbelievable. I turned the ignition and drove home in absolute silence. My anger stood at the tip of my fingernails, and the worst-case scenarios played in my head like a damn horror movie. I shouldn’t be mad, but I couldn’t help it. It felt like Philip possessed Nick somehow because why does he only get involved with the women around me and not other women? This is a sick joke. By the time I pulled up in front of the house, I was practically vibrating with frustration. But I forced myself to act normal, as if I hadn’t just spent thirty minutes stalking my fake husband like a psycho. I tossed my handb
Aliya’s POV“Do you have her exact location, Mr. Wellington?” I asked the investigator, my voice low and calculating as my mind raced with hundreds of questions.“Yes, I do, and as a matter of fact, she stays in the next city. That should be like a six-hour drive.” He twitched a brow. “Are you planning on paying her a visit?”“Looks like I’d have to. I need to know why my dad is emptying his bank account for her,” I explained, and he nodded.I didn’t have much time, and I wanted to leave now because my curiosity was like the horny side of Nick. I pulled the chair and stood up immediately.“Thank you for your help, Mr. Wellington. I’ll be leaving now.” I smiled politely, but there was a bustling city inside of me—anger, resentment, doubts, and many other emotions I was yet to give a proper name to.“You’re welcome, Miss Aliya. I’ll keep you updated if anything more comes up.” He stood, sending out his hand for a handshake, and I took it. “Also, be careful. I’ve heard bad stories about
Aliya’s POVWe had been on the road now for two hours, and Nick hadn’t stopped trying to get under my skin. Taking a plane or the private jet would have been so much faster and easier, but I didn’t want Dad knowing about any of this, and Dano City didn’t have a terminal.“Are we there yet?” Nick pestered me, like he had been doing for hours.“You know, if you just shut your mouth, maybe we’ll get there faster,” I retorted.“Chill, baby.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You know I can take the wheel if you’re tired,” he offered. I wanted to say no so badly, but I was exhausted and sleepy.“Fine, I’ll pull over.” I relented and pulled over. We switched places and drove off once more.“You can sleep. I’ll just follow the GPS on my own,” Nick assured me, and for some weird reason, I trusted him. So, I closed my eyes and let sleep envelope me.…“Aliya, wake up.” A voice drifted into my consciousness as I struggled to peel my eyes open.When I finally did, I was met with Nick’s bea
Liam’s POVThe storm kept getting worse, and we had been out here for almost three hours. Worst of all, there wasn’t any signal to phone anyone. Classic Aliya—leaving the house unprepared. I mean, who moves without extra tires?“Fuck! I still can’t get to William or anyone!” Aliya yelled out of frustration, and honestly, I was becoming tired of her constant screaming.“Do you know we can save a lot of energy if we just stay quiet?” I remarked, turning my attention to her.“Nick, you do know you can be more helpful by trying to call someone for help, right? How do you expect me to stay calm when we’re stranded in my car, in the middle of nowhere, no signal, and a crazy storm?” She kept ranting, and my ears kept bleeding.“Can you just shut the hell up?” I snapped, startling her as her eyes widened. “Just stop talking, Aliya. Besides, I’m not the one who leaves for a journey without taking important things like a tire.”The car went silent, and the only sounds being heard now was the ra
Aliya’s POVNick Johnson being between my legs was never the plan, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore from what it wanted. We may have to face each other after this, and it’ll be so awkward, but right now, all that mattered was doing what we both wanted.Nick stuck his tongue in my vagina for the second time as I tilted my head back in pleasure, moaning loudly. The thought of Nick going down on another woman the way he did to me now was simply mind-draining.“Fuck, Aliya, you’re so wet!” Nick groaned, sliding his index finger inside me while licking and sucking on my clit. I grabbed his now-ruffled black hair and wiggled my ass against his face.He pulled my butt closer, devouring my juices like a dehydrated man who had just run a marathon.“Ahh, yeah, right there!” I wailed in pleasure as his free hand landed on my nipples. He flicked them slowly, lifting his head and meeting my gaze. His entire face and beard were covered in my juices.“You know, Nick, Philip has never done this to
Liam’s POVEver felt like your lies are beginning to close in on you and there’s no escape? Well, that was exactly the position I found myself in.God knows if Aliya had managed to open that text from Monica before I walked in, it would’ve been catastrophic. Now I stared at her furious face, unsure of what to do.“I can’t do that.” I cleared my throat, taking the phone from her hand.She folded her arms, brows furrowed. “Why, Nick? Unless there’s some truth to what I’m saying.”“There’s no truth to what you’re saying, Aliya. There’s nothing going on between Monica and me,” I said, my voice firm.Aliya let out a dry chuckle. “Unbelievable. I can’t believe how much trust I put in you.”I dropped the phone on the bed, walking toward her gently. I grazed her cheek with the back of my hand, staring into her teary eyes—but I saw more than just tears. I saw disappointment.“Believe me, baby. Monica probably just needs a favor,” I explained, but she shook her head, snapping away from my touch
Aliya’s POVSo Monica and Nick, huh? Didn’t see that coming.I got into my car and drove home after the long day at the shop, which I was certain I wouldn’t be stepping foot in for a while.Nick had left for his secret adventures with Posh, as usual, and all I could do was nod without complaint. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t trust me enough to let me into his world. I mean, take a look at how I found out my old friend used to be his girlfriend.There was this strange feeling I had when I saw the way they looked at each other. Was it jealousy? Or fear—fear that they hadn’t told me the whole truth about their past.I pulled over and stepped into the house, ready to unwind and melt into the warm blankets waiting on my bed. But my stomach had other plans—I hadn’t eaten anything all day.After a soothing bath, I made my way to the kitchen. Soft jazz drifted through the speakers as I played around with the knives and vegetables.“Might as well make something for Nick, since he always doe
Third Person’s POVNick stood still, eyes fixated on her, but he didn’t flinch—not even for a second.“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, furrowing his brows.Monica ignored his question and stepped even closer. Her red lingerie sparkled under the chandelier. Rising on her toes, she placed a soft kiss on Nick’s cheek.“I’m in town because I’ve missed you, Nick,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive. “You know we were never supposed to end our relationship—if not for…”Nick suddenly grabbed her arm. “Don’t you dare say it. That’s supposed to stay between us, remember?”Monica chuckled. “Right. What happens in Peru stays in Peru.”He let go of her arm, and she rubbed the spot slowly before locking eyes with him.“I should be the one you’re with, not her. I was there for you through it all, and now that everything’s going great, you never reached out.”Nick ran a hand through his ruffled hair for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He brushed past her to the mini bar
Liam’s POVWalking in on your ex-girlfriend hand in hand with your present girlfriend is something you might see in your everyday life—but walking in on your ex-girlfriend, who knows everything about you, standing with your present girlfriend? That feels like the end of a game.“Monica?” I murmured, trying to mask my shock, but it was futile and Aliya noticed instantly.“Liam?” Aliya chuckled. “No, this is Nick, my husband.”“Excuse me, do you two know each other?” she asked, breaking the long, awkward staring contest I was having with Monica.“Uh… Aliya, this is Liam—my ex-boyfriend,” Monica said, turning to Aliya whose smile began to falter.“Ex-boyfriend from way back,” I added quickly, trying to lighten the tension.“Why is she calling you Nick?” Monica questioned, her eyes narrowing as Aliya looked at me for what felt like the fiftieth time today.“That’s because Nick is my actual name,” I said with a forced chuckle, not even sure what I was saying or how I’d explain it later.I
Aliya’s POVEver felt like the more you get closer to someone, the more you know them less?Well, that was Nick and me. We had taken things to the next level and it’s been a week now, but he still felt like a stranger to me. Always having errands to run, never letting me know anything about his life—I’ve always been in the shadows, and I still am.Aside from that, he was everything I ever wanted—everything Philip wasn’t. One way or another, I was going to bring down those walls he had built completely.I fastened my hands on the steering wheel as my phone buzzed, jolting me. I took a quick glance at the screen, tapped on it, and focused my attention back on driving.“Hey, baby!” Nick’s voice came through the speakers, and a smile spread across my lips.“You didn’t wake me, and now I didn’t get to stare at your face before you left,” he said.“I know, Nick, I’m sorry. It was an urgent call about my fashion shop, so I just had to step out real quick,” I explained.“Uhh, is everything ok
Liam’s POV“No!” Aliya sobbed as she tossed in her sleep, jolting me awake. “Mama?” I called out, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and switching on the bedside lamp. Her forehead was drenched in sweat as tears streamed down her face. “Don’t leave, please!” Aliya screamed even louder. “Baby, it’s just a dream,” I said, shaking her gently. “Wake up.” Aliya shot up hastily, her breathing rapid as she grasped her chest. I wrapped my arms around her as she melted into my embrace, letting out silent sobs. “It’s just a dream,” I kept reassuring her as I stroked her back softly. We stayed like that for a while before she finally let go. Her teary eyes pierced through me, and my chest ached seeing her cry. “I’m sorry for waking you,” her soft voice came through. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” I replied with a small smile, hoping to ease her pain. “What was it about?” I asked as she lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. I lifted her chin with a finger. “Hey, talk to me. I’m here, swee
Third Person’s POVThe morning sun shone brightly into Camille’s bedroom as she stretched and rubbed her eyes. When they finally fluttered open, she scanned the room again, taking in the beauty of the space Vinichi had given her.“This is simply gorgeous,” she grinned, tossing the blankets aside and walking toward the balcony. She pulled open the floor-to-ceiling window.Camille closed her eyes, clutching the balcony rail tightly as she exhaled deeply, whispering, “I’m a Van Alen.”“That’s right. I’m a freaking Van Alen!” she declared louder this time, spinning like a made-up princess in a fairy tale.Her fun came to an abrupt halt when the front door creaked open and a young woman, probably around twenty-seven, stepped in with her head bowed low.“Good morning, Madam Camille,” the woman greeted quietly. “I’m the new servant assigned to you.”Camille stepped back into the bedroom and circled the woman slowly. “What’s your name?”“Ve… Vera, madam,” she stammered.“Vera is no name,” Cam
Liam’s POVEverything felt right. It didn’t feel like I was making a wrong decision, and it certainly didn’t feel like I’d ever regret dropping everything for the love I had for the woman before me.She was perfect in every way—beautiful and captivating. I was beginning to lose my mind when I didn’t get a glimpse of her face. Aliya had me wrapped around her fingers, and it’s safe to say I wanted to stay there.“If you keep staring at me that way, I won’t make it to work,” she said, eyeing me through the mirror as she fixed the collar of her shirt.I chuckled, tossing off the blanket and making my way to her. Wrapping my arms around her petite waist, I inhaled her perfume and placed soft kisses along her neck.“Mmm,” I murmured. “You smell so good.”She giggled, resting her hands over mine. “Nick, this is tempting.”“What if I don’t want you to go to work today?” I whispered low in her ear. “We could get back in bed, and I’ll make you forget you’re even a CEO.”She laughed as I continu
Aliya’s POVMy eyes fluttered open as the brightness of the morning light and a familiar scent enveloped me. A smile tugged at my lips as I turned to the other side of the bed to find my boyfriend—yes, my boyfriend—with that perfect grin on his face.“Good morning,” Nick greeted, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss.“Good morning, Nick,” I replied, breaking free from our kiss.Last night had been absolute chaos. Dad had shown up with his dumb revelation about Camille being his daughter and tried to force me to get her out.But Nick had wiped away that memory completely when he buried his head between my legs and explored my insides with his tongue.Whatever they had going on in that family was no longer an Aliya’s problem. If Dad wanted to claim someone else as his daughter, then they could have the title. Besides I’d already given it up without an ounce of regret.“You’re so beautiful,” Nick murmured as he tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. “I can’t