Tell me what you thinkđ Is Aliya making a good choice by taking care of her needs or is she making a grave mistake?đ
Liamâs POVMy heart raced as I leaned against the car seat of the taxi. Sweat dripped down my face, and my mind ran wild as to what must have happened.I was at a meeting with Posh, Brooke, and some of our investors when a call came through from Aliya. She had yelled faintly for me to come home, saying she wasnât feeling too good, but I barely heard her.I immediately rushed out of that meeting without a second thought. Of course, it earned me some harsh glances from Brooke, but at that moment, nothing or nobody mattered apart from Aliya.At this point, I knew I shouldnât have gone with her âFling planâ 3 months ago, but I did, and nowâwell, now Iâm addicted to her like a drug.âWeâre here, sir,â the taxi driver announced, pulling me out of my reverie. You would think by now I should be used to the ride, but no, it felt like Iâd throw up my lungs if I stayed in any further, so I rushed out.Once stepping into the gate, Marcus, the head of the bodyguards Aliya had hired, snapped his h
Third Personâs POVCamille sat in her car, gritting her teeth as she dialed Philipâs number again. It was the sixtieth time that day, but the result was always the same.âHi, this is Philipâs voicemail. Drop your information and leave my phone the fuck alone.â His voice, dripping with sarcasm, came through the speaker.âPick up your damn phone, you idiot,â she muttered, slamming her fist against the steering wheel as though the force of it could somehow make him answer.âUnbelievable!â Camille hissed, shoving her phone into the passenger seat. She slammed the car into gear and sped off, her eyes narrowing with determination. There was only one place she had in mind and thatâs where she headed.A few minutes later, she pulled up in front of Philipâs grandmotherâs house, the small, rundown place that had given him shelter ever since Aliya began to take every single thing away. At least his grandmother had passed away years ago, leaving him the house in her will, but it didnât feel like
Aliyaâs POVToday was proving to be a very strenuous day.I had been sitting among bald and grey-headed men, who kept babbling nonsense about my company. A company Iâve worked hard to maintain. And now they want to buy me out of it like itâs candy in a 7-Eleven store?âMrs. Van Alen Johnson, are you listening?â A voice pulled me out of my reverie.I turned my attention to see it was one of my grandpaâs most trusted friends when he was still alive, Mr. Frederick.âItâs a shame, Mr. Frederick,â I said, my voice cutting through the stale air. âItâs a shame what youâre doing right now. Iâm pretty certain my grandpa is the reason you are where you are today, but this is how you repay him?âA flicker of guilt flashed in the old manâs eyes before vanishing. âYour grandpa was a lovely friend. God bless his soul,â he said, gazing up at the sky as though Grandpa were watching. âBut this is business, Aliya, and weâve weighed our options.ââAnd the best option for you all is to let someone else,
Liamâs POVI had woken up that morning, tossing to the side of Aliyaâs bed with a wide grin and the hopes of continuing our session, but my grin faltered when I opened my eyes and noticed she was out of bed.I couldnât deny the fact that my body craved her every day and anywhere, so I paid her a visit, and now sheâs stuck panicking with me in the bathroom as the door is being opened.âThis is your fault, Nick,â she grumbled, making me chuckle.The door finally opened, revealing none other than my dear sister.âOh! Aliya,â Brooke exclaimed. âIâm so sorry, I thought it was one of the employees. You know Cynthia, right? Sheâs been, you knowâŚâ Brooke pretended to whisper.Aliya let out a sigh of relief, finally letting go of my hand.âYou see? No worries.â I turned to her with a smile, but she just rolled her eyes.She turned her attention back to Brooke. âItâs fine, Brooke. Nick just had something important to tell me, and now Iâll be leaving.ââButââ I started, but she shot me a hard gl
Liamâs POVPoshâs phone hung in the air, right in front of my face, as I stared at a video of the day I had met Aliya in the arms of Philip. Directly beneath it was a picture of her in nothing but a tiny piece of lingerie, barely covering her nipples.âWhere did you get this?â I mumbled through gritted teeth.âThe trending social media platform, Rona, Boss,â Posh responded, his gaze fixed on me. âIt has over a thousand users here in the City.ââAnd how far has it spread?â My brows creased so deeply they could hold a thread.âWâŚwe donât know yet, Boss.â Posh stuttered, trembling as the phone in his hand began to slip.In one swift motion, I snatched the phone from his grip and hurled it into the wall with every ounce of strength I could muster. My breathing escalated as I pulled out my own phone and called Aliya.âThis is Aliyaâs voicemail. Please leave a message after the beep.âI tried again. And again. But it was the same thing every damn time until her line went completely dead.I
Aliyaâs POVThe scent of antiseptics flared my nostrils as I struggled to pry my eyes open. The beeping sound of machines was the first thing my ears came in contact with, and when I finally opened my eyes, I became consumed with disappointment.I was alive and well, but what was the essence at this point? I expected to be locked up in a coffin somewhere, dead, but here I was, living for nothing.My eyes were wide open, but it felt wrong. I shouldnât have been able to open them, not after what Iâd been through for years, and certainly not after what happened to me before now.My thoughts immediately traveled back to the day at the office after Nick had left abruptly because I asked a question so easy that even a kindergartener could answer.I was filled with disappointment and decided to keep a closed mind about it, never bringing up my feelings again. Later that evening, I packed up and left for home, and as soon as I got there, I received it.The video I stared at felt so unreal, ye
Liamâs POVThe thought of having my own family one day had never crossed my mind. All I could think about my entire life was revenge on the Van Alen family for making my familyâs life miserable, and it seemed like my quest for vengeance had taken a toll on me. I lost my unborn baby because of it and drove the woman I love into darkness.It had been two days since Aliya was finally released from the hospital, and it had been two days of long silence. She wouldnât speak or eat, wouldnât cry, wouldnât leave her room. It hurt to see her this way, but what hurt the most was knowing I played a vital roll in her pain she went through.The bubbly sound of the soup pot pulled me from my reverie. Immediately, I turned off the stove and continued shredding some chicken. Once I was done, I poured the soup into a bowl, made some sandwiches, and arranged everything on the tray.My grip tightened around it as I made my way upstairs to Aliyaâs bedroom. I exhaled deeply at the door before pushing it o
Aliyaâs POVI stood before my floor-length mirror, fastening the buttons of my blouse when my eyes drifted to my belly. Slowly, I placed my hand on it, rubbing gently as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I fought them back.The doctorâs words flashed through my mind for a split second. I was infertile, and never would I have a child to call my own. I had wanted to take my life, but instead, I took that of my innocent baby.I stared at the broken reflection before me, unsure whether to just sit back and give up fighting or continue as if nothing had happened. As I battled with my emotions, a knock on the door jolted me.âAliya,â Nick said, closing the door slightly behind him as he stepped toward me.âGood morning,â I replied, not taking my eyes off the mirror.âYouâre all dressed up,â he noted, scanning my body with a frown. âGoing somewhere?ââYes. I have a company to run, remember?â I responded.âBut youâre not fine yet,â he argued.âSays who exactly?â I shot back, my gaz
Liamâs POVEver felt like your lies are beginning to close in on you and thereâs 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 wouldâve been catastrophic. Now I stared at her furious face, unsure of what to do.âI canât do that.â I cleared my throat, taking the phone from her hand.She folded her arms, brows furrowed. âWhy, Nick? Unless thereâs some truth to what Iâm saying.ââThereâs no truth to what youâre saying, Aliya. Thereâs nothing going on between Monica and me,â I said, my voice firm.Aliya let out a dry chuckle. âUnbelievable. I canât believe how much trust I put in you.âI dropped the phone on the bed, walking toward her gently. I grazed her cheek with the back of my hand, staring into her teary eyesâbut I saw more than just tears. I saw disappointment.âBelieve me, baby. Monica probably just needs a favor,â I explained, but she shook her head, snapping away from my touch
Aliyaâs POVSo Monica and Nick, huh? Didnât see that coming.I got into my car and drove home after the long day at the shop, which I was certain I wouldnât 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 didnât 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 fearâfear that they hadnât 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 plansâI hadnât 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.âMight as well make something for Nick, since he always doe
Third Personâs POVNick stood still, eyes fixated on her, but he didnât flinchânot even for a second.âWhat do you think youâre doing?â 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 Nickâs cheek.âIâm in town because Iâve missed you, Nick,â she murmured, her voice low and seductive. âYou know we were never supposed to end our relationshipâif not forâŚâNick suddenly grabbed her arm. âDonât you dare say it. Thatâs supposed to stay between us, remember?âMonica chuckled. âRight. What happens in Peru stays in Peru.âHe let go of her arm, and she rubbed the spot slowly before locking eyes with him.âI should be the one youâre with, not her. I was there for you through it all, and now that everythingâs going great, you never reached out.âNick ran a hand through his ruffled hair for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He brushed past her to the mini bar
Liamâs POVWalking in on your ex-girlfriend hand in hand with your present girlfriend is something you might see in your everyday lifeâbut walking in on your ex-girlfriend, who knows everything about you, standing with your present girlfriend? That feels like the end of a game.âMonica?â I murmured, trying to mask my shock, but it was futile and Aliya noticed instantly.âLiam?â Aliya chuckled. âNo, this is Nick, my husband.ââExcuse me, do you two know each other?â she asked, breaking the long, awkward staring contest I was having with Monica.âUh⌠Aliya, this is Liamâmy ex-boyfriend,â Monica said, turning to Aliya whose smile began to falter.âEx-boyfriend from way back,â I added quickly, trying to lighten the tension.âWhy is she calling you Nick?â Monica questioned, her eyes narrowing as Aliya looked at me for what felt like the fiftieth time today.âThatâs because Nick is my actual name,â I said with a forced chuckle, not even sure what I was saying or how Iâd explain it later.I
Aliyaâs 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 itâs 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 lifeâIâve always been in the shadows, and I still am.Aside from that, he was everything I ever wantedâeverything Philip wasnât. 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.âHey, baby!â Nickâs voice came through the speakers, and a smile spread across my lips.âYou didnât wake me, and now I didnât get to stare at your face before you left,â he said.âI know, Nick, Iâm sorry. It was an urgent call about my fashion shop, so I just had to step out real quick,â I explained.âUhh, is everything ok
Liamâs POVâNo!â Aliya sobbed as she tossed in her sleep, jolting me awake. âMama?â 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. âDonât leave, please!â Aliya screamed even louder. âBaby, itâs just a dream,â I said, shaking her gently. âWake up.â 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. âItâs just a dream,â 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. âIâm sorry for waking you,â her soft voice came through. âThereâs nothing to be sorry for,â I replied with a small smile, hoping to ease her pain. âWhat was it about?â I asked as she lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. I lifted her chin with a finger. âHey, talk to me. Iâm here, swee
Third Personâs POVThe morning sun shone brightly into Camilleâs 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.âThis is simply gorgeous,â 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, âIâm a Van Alen.ââThatâs right. Iâm a freaking Van Alen!â 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.âGood morning, Madam Camille,â the woman greeted quietly. âIâm the new servant assigned to you.âCamille stepped back into the bedroom and circled the woman slowly. âWhatâs your name?ââVe⌠Vera, madam,â she stammered.âVera is no name,â Cam
Liamâs POVEverything felt right. It didnât feel like I was making a wrong decision, and it certainly didnât feel like Iâd ever regret dropping everything for the love I had for the woman before me.She was perfect in every wayâbeautiful and captivating. I was beginning to lose my mind when I didnât get a glimpse of her face. Aliya had me wrapped around her fingers, and itâs safe to say I wanted to stay there.âIf you keep staring at me that way, I wonât make it to work,â 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.âMmm,â I murmured. âYou smell so good.âShe giggled, resting her hands over mine. âNick, this is tempting.ââWhat if I donât want you to go to work today?â I whispered low in her ear. âWe could get back in bed, and Iâll make you forget youâre even a CEO.âShe laughed as I continu
Aliyaâs 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 boyfriendâyes, my boyfriendâwith that perfect grin on his face.âGood morning,â Nick greeted, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss.âGood morning, Nick,â 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 Aliyaâs problem. If Dad wanted to claim someone else as his daughter, then they could have the title. Besides Iâd already given it up without an ounce of regret.âYouâre so beautiful,â Nick murmured as he tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. âI canât