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 “Miss Aliya, I bet you if you go right now to Deluxe Hotel, room 102, you’d catch him on the spot.” William’s voice sounded so convincing. I dropped the call without hesitation, picked up my bag and car keys and sped to the said hotel. I sat in my car for a while, wiping off the tears that tried to make its way out of my eyes. This couldn’t be true. Could it? Philip is a great guy and has always been. Taking out my phone, I texted my best friend Camille. “Girl, I think Philip’s cheating on me. I’m outside a hotel now. I hope it’s not true because I really love him. Anyway, call me when you get this message.” I opened the car door and stepped out. “Hi, miss Van Alen.” The fair skinned receptionist welcomed me. “Is there something you need us to take care of? It’s strange having you come down here by yourself. If there’s anything, let me know, and I’ll take care of it immediately.” She asked, fear evident in her eyes. The Deluxe Hotel was one of the
Aliya’s POV No matter how hard I tried not to break down, it didn’t work. My efforts were relentless, and the tears streamed down my face endlessly as I walked out of the house and away from the man I thought loved and cared so much about me. Philip was everything I thought a woman could wish for, considering how lonely it was to be a billionaire heiress. He made me feel all kinds of love, but now I see it was all for nothing. I had left my wealth, my lifestyle and my family all for a man who didn’t give a damn about me and slept with a girl I thought was my best friend. My chest tightened, and I clenched my fist while standing out on the lonely, cold street. The street lights glared at me as the fireflies danced together. It was dark, lonely, and scary. What made things worse was the striking sound of the thunderstorm and lightning that signaled it was about to pour. “Fuck,” I cursed as it came pouring down on me like my failed love life. I shuddered under the cold, waiting
Aliya’s POV Last night had been the craziest night of my entire life. I get cheated on, dumped, almost run over, but saved by the hottest guy ever and now, I’m supposed to marry a stranger? Like I said, it wasn’t the easiest thing to be a Van Alen heiress. I wonder if I’ll ever get to meet the guy from last night; I didn’t even get his name or number and now I can’t stop thinking about our encounter I laid on my queen sized bed staring at the modern ceiling crafted originally by a French artist, Solomon Dubois, as the morning light crept its way through my window. A beautiful sight that isn’t seen just anywhere and by just anyone. I couldn’t cry for that loser anymore. I was going to get my revenge on him slowly and it’ll be messy. Well, if dad thought I was a fool and didn’t know what was written on that will then he was solely mistaken. Grandpa had said to fall in love and marry anyone I wanted in order to get my inheritance. I wanted nothing to do with love
Liam’s POV If I had been told I’d wind up half-naked in the restroom for ladies earlier this morning, then I would have bitten that person’s head off. An absent minded server had decided “oh, today is the day for me to soil someone’s clothes. Why don’t I try Mr Liam’s?” What a lousy place to be called a five-star restaurant. I had been washing my hands in the sink when I realized I was in the wrong bathroom, but it was too late. A lady had walked in already. My eyes widened when I realized it was her. The woman I had pushed out of the road hours back. “If I let go, you won’t scream anymore, right?” I asked, and she nodded. Slowly, I peeled my hands away from her mouth as she inhaled and exhaled. “You… you.. why… what?” She stuttered “I can explain.” I said, trying to calm her down. “You’re a pervert! What are you doing in the ladies’ room, huh?” She yelled. “Okay, lady, it’s a crazy story. First, this restaurant is trash. Second, a server soi
Aliya’s POV “No one touches my wife. Next time you try this, you’d be eating through a pipe.” Nick’s words startled me, and it sure startled everyone else. We weren’t even married yet, and he was already standing up for me. Who is this man? It’s funny how I walked into a bathroom and met the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life, and trust me, I had seen a lot of men. For a second, I had forgotten I should be scared because a man was in the ladies’ room, but I stood there feasting my eyes on his body. His face was finely chiseled, perfect height, a lot taller than me and Philip combined, a nicely drawn tattoo on his left hand. My eyes railed from his chest to his torso, and that was when I remembered to scream. He ran towards me, closing my mouth, and I couldn’t help but stare into his striking eyes, a blend of blue and grey. “How dare you speak to my fiancé that way? Do you know who I am, you incompetent fool?” Philip growled, snapping me back to reali
Liam’s POVAs she handed me her house address, I couldn’t understand why she’d let a man speak to her that way. It’s not like I cared what happened to her; I just found it disrespectful how a lowlife could speak to an heiress like that. Did she really not tell him who she was? Because he seemed clueless.I took the card from her hand, staring down at her hazel eyes, and a smirk formed on my lips. If only she knew the person she was dealing with right now, a cheating ex would be the least of her problems.She didn’t wait for another word as she got into her car and drove away.“Boss, I must say, what you’re wearing is ugly,” Posh said, emerging from behind me while I stared at her moving car. He wasn’t wrong. It was quality, but not my style.“Let’s go. I have some things to take care of before meeting her later at her place,” I said, walking toward my sleek black SUV with Posh trailing behind me.“You’re walking into the enemy’s territory, boss. Why don’t we just get it over with now?
Liam’s POVI had completely forgotten I asked my men earlier today to find Vinichi’s first daughter and give her father a good scare before I bumped into her at the restaurant. The dumb idiots were only supposed to pass on a message, but they almost assaulted her.Aliya’s hands were trembling as they gripped my shirt tightly. Her sobs echoed in the room, each tear soaking into my clothes.“Shh,” I murmured, patting her back softly. For a second, I almost felt human, but this wasn’t the time for guilt to surface.“I don’t know who they were, Nick. They broke in and—” She couldn’t even finish her sentence. Her voice cracked, and she clung to me even tighter. I didn’t think she had it in her to hug me this tight because earlier it seemed as though she’d never need my help.“Don’t speak,” I said firmly, but not harshly. My hand brushed the hair from her tear-streaked face as I stared down at her. Those hazel eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, gazed up at me, so full of trust it made me sick to
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
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 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 doctor’s 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.“Aliya,” Nick said, closing the door slightly behind him as he stepped toward me.“Good morning,” I replied, not taking my eyes off the mirror.“You’re all dressed up,” he noted, scanning my body with a frown. “Going somewhere?”“Yes. I have a company to run, remember?” I responded.“But you’re not fine yet,” he argued.“Says who exactly?” I shot back, my gaz
Liam’s 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 family’s 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 wouldn’t speak or eat, wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t 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 Aliya’s bedroom. I exhaled deeply at the door before pushing it o
Aliya’s 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 shouldn’t have been able to open them, not after what I’d 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
Liam’s POVPosh’s 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.“Where did you get this?” I mumbled through gritted teeth.“The trending social media platform, Rona, Boss,” Posh responded, his gaze fixed on me. “It has over a thousand users here in the City.”“And how far has it spread?” My brows creased so deeply they could hold a thread.“W…we don’t know yet, Boss.” 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.“This is Aliya’s voicemail. Please leave a message after the beep.”I tried again. And again. But it was the same thing every damn time until her line went completely dead.I