Aliya’s POV“Let go of me!” I screamed, struggling to break free from the closing darkness.“Stop screaming, Aliya. It’s just me,” a very familiar voice said, making my stomach twist even more in fear.I didn’t know if that was an attempt to make me struggle less, but if it was, then it was horrible as hell.Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and I was met with the stupid face of my lying, cheating, ungrateful bastard of an ex-boyfriend, Philip.My fear twisted into disgust and anger as I continued to struggle against his grip.“Of all the people who could think to kidnap me, it can’t be you. I’d rather be kidnapped by a deadly mafia gang than Philip Parker,” I snapped, glaring daggers at him as he slowly released his hold on me.“I’m sorry you feel that way, Aliya, but I didn’t come here to hurt you,” he muttered, straightening his rumpled hair.“So, the light mysteriously turned itself off, and you grabbed me by the arm. What else is that called if not an attempt to hurt someone?” I
Aliya’s POVNick stared at me, ready to open his mouth when suddenly, a loud horn broke the silence. He stepped on the brakes, and we lurched forward.“Damn it!” Nick yelled, punching the steering wheel before turning to me.“Oh my goodness, Aliya, are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to me, but I pulled my hand away.“I’m fine, Nick. Just concentrate on driving so we don’t get into something worse,” I said, turning my attention back to the window.He quickly averted his gaze from his suspended hand and stepped on the gas again, driving slowly.“I still haven’t told you who I am,” Nick said.“Save it,” I muttered, keeping my eyes glued to the window.“But Aliya, you don’t understand, I’m…” he tried to say, but I turned, shooting daggers with my eyes.“There’s nothing to understand about you, Nick,” I growled. “The only thing I have in mind about you is that you don’t care about the people who love you. So whoever you are doesn’t matter. “Your character speaks for all that you are.”S
Liam’s POV“Boss, are you certain this is how you want it to end?” Posh halted, cocking a brow. “You’ve planned for years.”“All I know is I can’t lose her—especially not to my desire for vengeance on her family,” I responded, placing the cutlery on the table.I had called Posh over to help me set up the house for a beautiful dinner. There was no doubt—I couldn’t breathe when Aliya resented me, so I had to make things right. This time, I would do everything the right way.“So you’ll tell her who you really are and what your actual purpose was in her life?” Posh asked. For the first time since he started questioning me that evening, I had nothing to say.I paused, my throat tightening as my mind ran in circles. Do I really have to tell her everything? I know I’m trying to make things right, but the last time I tried, we almost got into an accident. Maybe that was my sign—things would go horribly wrong if I blurted out the truth.“Boss?” Posh called, snapping me out of my reverie.I str
Aliya’s POV I froze, eyes wide, unable to utter another word as I stared at the man I called father—the man who had completely changed, almost as if he died and was reincarnated. And now he stood here, telling me I should release my sister? “You meant my ex-friend, right?” I asked, trying to convince myself I hadn’t heard him properly. “No, Aliya. Your sister—my daughter. Camille is a Van Alen. She shouldn’t be in that place for criminals,” he insisted, his face stern like he hadn’t just blurted out a shocking statement. “Well, then, I guess Beyoncé is my cousin, right?” I laughed, but his expression remained the same. I shook my head, turning to Nick, who had an unreadable expression. Then I let out a low laugh again. “Hold up. So you’re saying Camille—the woman who backstabbed me and posted horrible stuff—is my sister? And what you want is for me to let her go?” “My English is plain, Aliya,” he said. “I’m also here because you never showed up for the family dinner I in
Third Person’s POV “Damn that Aliya!” Vinichi growled as he stepped into his home, startling his wife, Maria, and daughter, Nala. “Jeez!” Maria rose lazily from the couch. “What’s all the fuss about?” “Yeah, Dad, what did she do this time?” Nala added. Vinichi paced the living room for a while before slumping into a seat. His body burned with the memory of what had just happened. “Where are the damn maids?” he bellowed. “Someone get me a bag of ice.” “Oh my God!” Maria gasped. “I didn’t even realize how battered your jaw was. Who did that to you?” The maid hurried back with a bag of ice on a tray, shakily placed it on the table, and scurried away, trying to avoid Vinichi’s wrath. “Dad, who did this?” Nala prodded, her expression filled with concern as she picked up the bag of ice and gently pressed it against Vinichi’s cheek. “Aliya’s weakling of a husband,” he grumbled, wincing as pain radiated from his swollen jaw. “And she just stood there and did nothing?” Ma
Third Person’s POVVinichi sped off to the prison cell after receiving the text message about Camille’s release. He had received some help, and only now did he begin to wonder who the mysterious person was.He stood in the waiting area, running a hand through his sleek white hair and gently tapping his leg in anticipation, while his mind spiraled with thoughts of how he was going to tell Camille who he was.“Fuck!” he muttered, stopping the tapping and letting out a dry laugh. “Who am I kidding? Any girl her age would run at the opportunity of becoming a Van Alen overnight. This shouldn’t be too difficult.”He raised his hand and checked his watch before heading abruptly to the counter where a bald-headed policeman stood.“I’ve been here for almost five minutes,” Vinichi snapped, startling the man. “How long does it take to get her out of there?!”“I’m so sorry, Mr. Van Alen,” the officer stammered, trembling at the mere sight of a man who apparently had nothing on him anymore, yet st
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
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
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
Third Person’s POVVinichi sped off to the prison cell after receiving the text message about Camille’s release. He had received some help, and only now did he begin to wonder who the mysterious person was.He stood in the waiting area, running a hand through his sleek white hair and gently tapping his leg in anticipation, while his mind spiraled with thoughts of how he was going to tell Camille who he was.“Fuck!” he muttered, stopping the tapping and letting out a dry laugh. “Who am I kidding? Any girl her age would run at the opportunity of becoming a Van Alen overnight. This shouldn’t be too difficult.”He raised his hand and checked his watch before heading abruptly to the counter where a bald-headed policeman stood.“I’ve been here for almost five minutes,” Vinichi snapped, startling the man. “How long does it take to get her out of there?!”“I’m so sorry, Mr. Van Alen,” the officer stammered, trembling at the mere sight of a man who apparently had nothing on him anymore, yet st
Third Person’s POV “Damn that Aliya!” Vinichi growled as he stepped into his home, startling his wife, Maria, and daughter, Nala. “Jeez!” Maria rose lazily from the couch. “What’s all the fuss about?” “Yeah, Dad, what did she do this time?” Nala added. Vinichi paced the living room for a while before slumping into a seat. His body burned with the memory of what had just happened. “Where are the damn maids?” he bellowed. “Someone get me a bag of ice.” “Oh my God!” Maria gasped. “I didn’t even realize how battered your jaw was. Who did that to you?” The maid hurried back with a bag of ice on a tray, shakily placed it on the table, and scurried away, trying to avoid Vinichi’s wrath. “Dad, who did this?” Nala prodded, her expression filled with concern as she picked up the bag of ice and gently pressed it against Vinichi’s cheek. “Aliya’s weakling of a husband,” he grumbled, wincing as pain radiated from his swollen jaw. “And she just stood there and did nothing?” Ma
Aliya’s POV I froze, eyes wide, unable to utter another word as I stared at the man I called father—the man who had completely changed, almost as if he died and was reincarnated. And now he stood here, telling me I should release my sister? “You meant my ex-friend, right?” I asked, trying to convince myself I hadn’t heard him properly. “No, Aliya. Your sister—my daughter. Camille is a Van Alen. She shouldn’t be in that place for criminals,” he insisted, his face stern like he hadn’t just blurted out a shocking statement. “Well, then, I guess Beyoncé is my cousin, right?” I laughed, but his expression remained the same. I shook my head, turning to Nick, who had an unreadable expression. Then I let out a low laugh again. “Hold up. So you’re saying Camille—the woman who backstabbed me and posted horrible stuff—is my sister? And what you want is for me to let her go?” “My English is plain, Aliya,” he said. “I’m also here because you never showed up for the family dinner I in
Liam’s POV“Boss, are you certain this is how you want it to end?” Posh halted, cocking a brow. “You’ve planned for years.”“All I know is I can’t lose her—especially not to my desire for vengeance on her family,” I responded, placing the cutlery on the table.I had called Posh over to help me set up the house for a beautiful dinner. There was no doubt—I couldn’t breathe when Aliya resented me, so I had to make things right. This time, I would do everything the right way.“So you’ll tell her who you really are and what your actual purpose was in her life?” Posh asked. For the first time since he started questioning me that evening, I had nothing to say.I paused, my throat tightening as my mind ran in circles. Do I really have to tell her everything? I know I’m trying to make things right, but the last time I tried, we almost got into an accident. Maybe that was my sign—things would go horribly wrong if I blurted out the truth.“Boss?” Posh called, snapping me out of my reverie.I str
Aliya’s POVNick stared at me, ready to open his mouth when suddenly, a loud horn broke the silence. He stepped on the brakes, and we lurched forward.“Damn it!” Nick yelled, punching the steering wheel before turning to me.“Oh my goodness, Aliya, are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to me, but I pulled my hand away.“I’m fine, Nick. Just concentrate on driving so we don’t get into something worse,” I said, turning my attention back to the window.He quickly averted his gaze from his suspended hand and stepped on the gas again, driving slowly.“I still haven’t told you who I am,” Nick said.“Save it,” I muttered, keeping my eyes glued to the window.“But Aliya, you don’t understand, I’m…” he tried to say, but I turned, shooting daggers with my eyes.“There’s nothing to understand about you, Nick,” I growled. “The only thing I have in mind about you is that you don’t care about the people who love you. So whoever you are doesn’t matter. “Your character speaks for all that you are.”S